Roommates: Ch.1

                Today is the day. YES! Ever since I was a teenager, I dreamed of this day. The day when I would go to college. Meaning the day that I’d be free, free, free! (Well, free enough, anyhow.) I was already moving my stuff into my dorm, which I would be sharing with my roommate… who hasn’t even showed up. Can I even describe how excited I am? I can’t wait to meet her! Well, I hope I don’t get any scary, bitchy, and/or mean roomies though. After I finished unloading all my crap out of my last box, she still wasn’t here. Did she forget to come today? I flopped down, exhausted, on the bed that I had claimed, since she wasn’t here to squabble over the first pick with me. Just then I heard someone grumbling in the hall, along with some shuffling around. That person was getting closer, too, from the sounds of it. Finally in came a brunette with brown curls, and smooth tan skin. She had dragged her stuff up here, and from all the obscenities I heard her spout, she had had quite a time doing it too. “Hey, need help with that?” I offered, getting off the bed. “Uh, yeah that’d be nice.” She said, putting all her boxes down. I spied a nice tattoo on her back as she bent over. “When you’d get that?” I asked, curious. “Oh, this?” she said, looking back at it. “Eh.. like, beginning of junior year in high school.” I picked up 2 of her boxes. “Dang, no wonder you had trouble getting these up here, what do you have in them?” I asked, struggling to carry them. She shrugged. “Where do you want them?” “Actually, you can just put them under the desk that you haven’t taken already.” I blushed. “Sorry. I couldn’t resist taking first pickings.” “It’s alright. As long as I don’t get anything TOO shitty, uh.. sorry, but what’s your name?” “Spencer Carlin.” I said, doing my best to stick my hand out from under her boxes.

                “I’m Ashley Davies.” She replied, shaking my hand with a friendly grin. Whew, I was afraid I might have gotten a creep for a roommate. Ashley’s pretty friendly and nice, I thought. We’ll probably be good friends. I’m so paranoid sometimes. I stumbled over to where the other desk was, and literally threw her boxes on it since I really couldn’t carry it anymore. Jeez, I’m such a girl sometimes. I really ought to work out more often. But what are boys for, anyway? I get my boyfriend, Aiden to do all the physical stuff for me. Unfortunately, when I practically threw her boxes on the desk, they didn’t quite land on it exactly, and instead fell over the edge, spilling out all the contents since she didn’t tape the boxes closed. “Oh crap, I’m so sorry!” I gushed, rushing over to pick up the contents. They were mostly.. magazines.. “Wait..” I said, as I picked up one of them and flipped it over to see a very scantily clad woman in a suggestive pose on the cover. “Why do you have.. PLAYBOY magazines?” I inquired, raising an eyebrow. I picked up more of them. Penthouse. Another Playboy. Maxim. Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Editions. It appeared that they all were those types of magazines. This is really weird, I thought. “Do you like pose for them or something?” Ashley stared at me for a while before breaking into a fit of laughter. “No, don’t you get it? I “read” those.” My eyes widened in shock. What the hell? Wait, doesn’t mean she’s… Ashley then seemed to read my thoughts. “Yeah, I’m gay.” She said in an as a matter of fact tone. I wiped the stunned look off my face, so as not to seem like a total jerk. Holy crap, I’m going to be sharing the same dorm with a lesbian!  was all I could think.