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Today was my first day of college. I mean, kinda, today is the day I'm moving in. Someday in june. Fucking early. I just got out of high school and you already want me out? What the shit am I supposed to do.
"Take a look around, explore the area? Why have you been such a Debbie downer?" My mom says as she tries to slide my mini fridge under the bed. I step in her way and do it myself. She pushes hair behind her ear and huffs. "I'm sorry you feel that way hun. But I'll be in Barcelona with Derek. I don't want you destroying my house with your parties like the last 3 years." She walks over to the boxes, shuffling through them. I lean against the tall bed.
Derek. He proposed to ma knowing it's only been 10 months since dad left. I understand why she said yes though...she's been really lonely. All she did was sit around, drink wine and watch Gilmore Girls. I don't hate Derek, it was just a jerk move. But so was my dads.
Mom walked over to the desk placing the last thing. She really rushed this move in.
"Ma?" I turned to look at her.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks. I probably wouldn't have finished till September." She chuckled and hugged me mumbling "I know," she started to get ready to go, grabbing her purse. "Okay sooo, snacks in the fridge, school supplies in desk..mmm...oh don't forget to put your clothes away. I'll call you before we get on the plane. I love you." She smiled.
"Love you." I gave her a stern wave and stared a bit. I sighed and came back for another hug. "I love you mom bye."
"Bye hun." She left and closed the door. I didn't even notice a tear went down my face and I Immediately wiped it. Pathetic loser crying over your mommy.
I began to put my clothes in the drawers. The door clicked open. "what did your forget this time?-" there stood someone I have definitely seen before. He had a duffle bag over his shoulder, big ass jeans and tee shirt. Does he know its 80 degrees outside? I went back to putting my clothes away...I might've looked to long. He moved to the other side of where the other twin bed sat. I sighed I probably did have to introduce myself, we are going to be roommates for a year. Besides I'm a great talker.
I turned to see his back, he rummaged in his bag. I cleared my throat. "Hey I'm-"
"I know who you are Wyatt." Um how?
He turned to me his eyes were so tired and had dark circles around them but he also had really blue eyes. It was almost scary. He was short as hell. Wait...
"Oh man Simon." I laughed nervously I almost thought I was in danger. Not really. "I barely recognized you with the buzz." I gestured to his hair. It was definitely a sight seeing this kid in my dorm room. Especially as my roommate, I didn't think he could afford college living in a trailer park in all.
"Not to be rude or anything-"
"Its going to be." God can't this ass let me talk? I scrunch my eyebrows. "Whatever. How are you..you know...what'd you do to-"
"I'm smart." JESUS CHRIST. And yeah fucking right. All he did was smoke blunts behind the school theres no way he got a scholarship. He also won't stop staring up at me. My eyebrow twitches. His he going to be the migraine this year?
"Yeah okay champ." I ruffle his buzz and turn away.
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Finally I found something close to fun here. As much as I love california I lived here my whole life. Taking pictures at the pink wall was never part of my life. So where am i? In and Out. Its down the street so why not? Haha...
The burgers are so juicy here I want to thank the chef with a fat kiss because of this. Especially if shes a hot chick, most likely not if it's some dude. I stare out the window watching cars pass when one pulls in a blue Honda Civic Si to be exact. Wow. Expensive.
A bunch of guys who look like my crowd come in. They order and move tables together, sitting down. They begin to talk and I begin to eavesdrop.
"Right so I'm like 'Ally, babe, I'm sorry but you're just not my type." The blond says.
"Because she's fat." Well that was rude, red shirted.
"No Tyler not because shes fat. Because shes so desperate!" The group laughs at the blonds "joke" I hear of them say how funny he, Jacob, is. They must be misunderstood on what being funny is.
"Anyway after that we fucked. Made her leave." Jacob brutally continues.
"Umm...I heard samantha is having a party. Sunday. Anyone else hear that?"
Tyler points, "yeah, yeah. Finn told me that. I'm totally going." A party eh? They won't mind if I invite myself. One guy with a backwards hat turns his attention to Jacob.
"What's samantha's dorm number again?" Here we go.
"11 on the east." Beautiful work detective.
I get up and throw away my trash and put my tray away. 5:36 my watch reads. Might as well make my way back to my new home with a rat problem.
I get in my hot ass car, turning it on and the air conditioning. Maybe I should restart with simon. We ended on bad terms last year and hes made it very clear he wants nothing to do with me. I just want a smooth year.
I step inside the room, noticing he was done with his side. He has the same drawers and desk as me but it looks like he put a big ass stack a books under there too. His bed cover was plaid while my was gray. I can already tell we have completely different tastes in lifestyle. His area his spotless. I already have two empty water bottles on my night stand.
I flop on my bed, sighing. Fuck. I miss my house. I miss having something to do. It's not like I can just drive there and enjoy the comfort of my real home. Mom took my key. So now I have to live in this microwave. I thought you could buy bigger rooms. I mean I've seen it in movies but why would they make that a thing in college movies if it was fake?
Mom could've used that money dad left with her instead she's using it to go tan on a beach.
The door clicks open once again. This time he looks like a wet dog with a towel around his waist. I completely avert my gaze. It's not weird or anything, it was worse in the locker rooms. But I have this feeling he doesn't want me looking at him.
I turn my attention to my wall as he dresses. I have to pick the perfect timing for this type of thing, starting over. He might want to. Maybe hes just being a jerk about it because he is scared of me. I mean I would understand I'm a rough guy on the field. He sits on his bed. I sit up and look at him.
"Okay." I say as he looks at me. "Can't we just start over?"
"No." Why not? "You don't remember what you did?" I've done a lot of things.
"The graduation party. You were super drunk and-"
"Okay woah. I don't need a delorean into the past. I get it, yeah, I left you I'm sorry." Can't believe he'd bring up that shit again. He clicks his tongue.
"I'm definitely not 'starting over."