Max has been walking around campus for an hour so far. Not being able to locate the right dorm building. she carried only one suitcase and a backpack, but by now they both felt to weigh a ton. After her last fail attempt to locate her room she simply gave up and sat on a bench outside the main building. She was averaged height with long blond hair that, even though was in a high pony tail, reached her lower back. her bangs were also long and if not for her glasses would cover her eyes. she wore ripped skinny jeans and a thin white shirt with a black sweater that seemed to be a few sizes to large. She sat there, turning the map of the school this way and that. It was all to complicated for her, but she kept trying to figure out where she belonged.
I walked around the campus looking for people who seemed lost. I found my room and had pick out my bed, and upon seeing TWO beds i picked the one next to the window. I needed fresh air, this place looked so stuffed up. You coudn't fir a dozen kids in one classroom they where so small too! As i turned the corner, a little, well not little (She was about my height) blonde sat at a bench, seemingly alone, flipping a wreched colorful paper round and round and... round. She had loong hair, and her bangs needed a fine trimming. I sat next to her, "hey, I'm Claira" i said, smiling. Now she just sat there and gawked at me. I dont know if it was because of my bright white teeth(My parents are dentists... oh the pain i have forrowed for them) or my accent that shocked her. This was my first month in America. "I'm from England" i lowered my smile and looked at her... she was so pretty. Now if i had been standing i could have eased the tensness between us by sitting, but i made a dumb first choice to sit first. So there we sat in the awkward silence. I pulled my light, somewhat curly brown locks to the side of my head as she put the map down to say something.
When Max finally gave up with the map she threw it at the ground. She hid her face in her hands and started sniffling. she didnt want to cry. But she was just so frustrated she couldnt hold the tears back. "I cant beleive this", she muttered to herself.
She threw her things down and i could hear a faint sniffle escape. she mumbled something i couldnt understand into her arms. Alarmed i looked down frantically searching for the right words to say, to... to apologize. Something. Ah! There was a small bag at her feet; the word "Max" was written on it. Maxine? is that her name? And on the other side the numbers 503... 503... that number is so famili-- Our room!! She shares a dorm with me, or i with her. "Max?", i whispered. "Is 503 your room number?"I questioned, leaning closer so i could hear a reply, but all i got was a nod, and im not sure if it was a nod, or her wiping her tears on her sleeve. "It's alright...", i whisper, reaching out a hand to rub her shoulder. But then i remembered that this was America and you usually dont touch people you dont know. My hand recoiled back on my lap, then i stood. "if five-oh-three is your room, we are dorm-mates. Is that what you call it?"I said and my mouth twitched to a smile but i hid it with a flip of my hair. "are you... are you... are you alright?"I questioned, holding my hand out to help her up.
She sniffled a last time and sinished rubbing the tears out of her eyes. she looked up at the girl and a faint smile appeared on her lips. She took hold of the girls hand and stood up. they where around the smae height and she smiled at this to. Her emerald green eyes where a bit puffy from crying. "Th- Thank you", she managed in a small voice. She blushed as she realized as she realized she still had a hold of her hand. She quickly let go of it and hid her hands behind her back.
"Your welcome", i giggled. I blushed a deep red when i noticed our hands where still entwined. We let go of each other and she hid her hands behind her. "So... "I started to say, but she cut of my question by answering it herslef, picking up the two bags. One on the bench, the other on the ground.
"Are those the only bags you brought?" I questioned and looked around timidly. "Or do you have a car?", Tears welled up in my eyes as i remebered my parents and the old silver truck they where going to give me. i could feel a light blush on my cheeks and i blinked the tears away. my bluegreen eyes wandered torwards her shirt. It was a little low cut and very thin- if it wasnt for her jacket you could have easily seen her bra through it. I was wearing a similar shirt, though mine wasnt as thin and had half sleeves reaching my elbow. I was wearing light blue fade-wash skinny jeans. They where designed to be frayed a little around the edges, but not nearly as distraught as Max's pants. I ran my hand through my hair and ruffled it up a little, the curls waifted and swayed. i noticed that we were almost to our room and we hadn't said more than two words to each other. I fixed the strap of my purse on my shoulder and play with a lock of hair uneasily.
Max bit her lower lip nervously. The silence was a bit awkward, but she was happy to think she might actually have a new friend. she couldnt help smiling at how soft her hands where. She was tempted to reach out and take hold of her hand again, but held back. Scared she'd frighten her and lose any chances at a friendship. The walk to their dorm seemed to take a lifetime to her. Especially since she kept fidgeting. Trying to find something to do with her free hand. She squeaked quietly as other students started running past her, bumping into her and almost knocking her over. She was sure to stay near behind her dorm-mate. Fearing she may get lost again she held on to the strap og the girls purse till they made it to the dorm.
"Are you still there?", i giggled as we reached the end of the hallway. I slid the key from my pocket into the slot. There was a sharp 'click' and the opened easily. I stepped inside and place my purse on my bed. "ummmm"i said, trying to think of something to say. I rubbed my hand on the back of my neck and bit the corner of my bottom lip. I looked around the room and scowled at the peeling paint and crusty walpaper-boarder near the ceiling. "Uhh... oh. Do you have any other bags? If you want i'll just go get them while you wait here... "I said. Being cheerful and friendly,but not to overbearing and preppy. She stared at me over the rim of her wide framed glasses, those green eyes were like pools of... jade. so pretty.
Max looked up at her shly. also biting at her lower lip. "I... I do have one other bag. It... It's in my car.", she said in almost a whisper. Her keys hung from a simple silver key chain on her back pack. "I-I-I can go get it", she managed to stutter out. Getting a bit more nervous around Claira. She really did think she could manage to get back on her own, until she realized she wasnt exacally paying attention to which way they where walking.
I sighed as she turned and left the room. As soon as the door clicked shut i noticed she didnt bring her key. I ran my hand through my hair again... and looked at her things. I walked torwards the kitchen, and in order and in order to get there i had to step over her bags. So i just picked them up instead. Once in the kitchen everything was just an arms length away. In front of me stood the refridgerator. It was about two inches taller than me, about normal height i guess. on my right was the stove and a small microwave. On my left was the sink and some counter space. encircling the entire kitchen was cabinets-fully stocked with cups and plates... no dishwasher. oh well, gives us more reason to play with soap and bubbles. i opened a cabinet, and by luck it was the one i needed. Full of beautiful glass cups. plastic ones too. I grabbed one, turned to the sink and rinsed it twice. the fridge was the kind that makes ice and water. I took only two steps and there i was. i filled the glass with crushed ice and placed a peice on my tounge. I returned to my bed and plopped down, laying on my stomach.
As soon as i had laid down i heard a 'tap tap tap' so quiet i could barely hear it. I sighed and stood up. Opening the door i said "You dont have to tell me where it is. Just tell me what color and kins it is." I smiled and looked at her. She stepped inside. you should just stay here", i siad softly and put a hand on her shoulder. I grabbed my purse and waited for her desciption of the car. I slipped another peice of ice in my mouth and munched on the endge a little.
I smiled and nodded. "It's alright, love", i siad and walked out the door. a few minutes later i arrived in the parking lot. I looked around, seeing the truck i walked torwards it. Once there i slid the key in the slot and unlocked the driver door. Smooth. there was a very large bag in the back and i pulled and tugged on it. Finally it loosened and i wreched it free. Turning, i set it on the ground, pressed the lock on the door, and slammed it shut. Oh... lucky me. My shirt got caught on a sharp edge near the bottom of the door. Pulling a hole in my shirt and a good chunk of skin with it."Ouch! Bloody hell!", i shouted. that was my favorite shirt... I grabbed my side and put a great deal amount of pressure on it to stop the bleeding. Grabbing the handle of her bag, i shoved the keys in my pockey and adjusted the strap of my purse, then i took off; walking rather fast. minutes later- upon being gawked at by many passing people, shortened breathing and almost loosing consiousnes twice, i reached our door. My shirt was a deep red and dripping. My hand was cramping from holding my side so tight. I slipped the key in the lock and gasped as the bag rubbed against the oozing wound. "get the nurse. Down the hallway and to the right.", I managed to whisper, out of breath. collapsing to the ground. I fell torwards the door and it swung open.
I woke up. my side was stitched closed and i wasnt wearing my shirt anymore. I looked down, woozy, and sat up. putting most of my weight on my elbows. The jacket wasnt zipped all the way and my lace tan bra was showing a little. I felt somewhat exposed. i took a deep breath and swung my legs over the side of the nurse bed. Then flinched as my stitched pulled a little. So much blood. And i- it was- The room started to spin and i put my hand on the back of my neck. i rubbed it gently and ran my fingers through my hair.
"Nah", I said and stood up. "Nothing hurts if you dont think about it", I smiled and hugged her. "Thank you" I fixed the jacket up a little more and walked out into the hall, Max was under my arm and i leaned on her a little for some support. We finally reached our door, she hadn't locked it... I swung it open and walked through. Taking my hand off Max's shoulder. I groaned a little as soon as she shut the door, and started to unzip the jacket, pulling my bag up onto the bed and taking a shirt out of the side. Taking the jacket off i noticed she was stareing. "like what you see?", i giggled and looked down at the stitches. there where six in a little half circle on my hip-bone. Ewww. Adjusting my bra i put my hair up in a pony tail. it wasnt as long as Max's, but it went almost to the middle of my back. The shirt i was putting on was a deep purple, spaghetti strap, a deep "v" neck... i like to show off my chest a little. With lace around the edges of the neck. "sooo.. are you like... bi-sexual?", i asked and flashed her a crooked smile. I batted my eyes at her and pulled my longish-bangs behind my ear."or are you just... curious?"I turned to look at her face, grabbed my glass of ice, and sat on the bed. My stitches pulled a little and i put a peice of ice in my mouth to keep from biting my lip.
"Awww", i said and put a hand on her shoulder. "It's alright..." i wrapped a finger in her hair and played with it. "i had a girlfriend back in England. We broke up... and moving here was, well... is part of my healing proccess." I patted the ruffled lock I had played with. She was blushing and shaking... shy quiet. Nothing would work out between us before she gets more confident. I smiled and moved back, rolling over a little and laying on my stomach, the coolness of the sheets on my wound felt amazing. I lifted up my shirt to show my stomach against the sheets, my lower back showed and i had a tan line from caramel brown to sun striked white. I stuck another peice of ice in my mouth.
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