Fallon took her time struggling with the mounds of boxes she had decided to transfer to her room alone. It wouldn't help to call her brother for a second time asking for his assistance. "You're too old to need someone to look after you," He had stated, the frustration clear in his voice. "All I'm asking is that you help me move some boxes into my dorm," She had argued. "Ask your roommate." "I don't know my roommate." Another irritated sigh sounded from his side of the phone. "Nevermind. I can do it," Fallon had ended the call and began to lug the first of the boxes towards the main entrance. Recalling the conversation from moments before only caused her frustration to grow.
"Would you like some help with that?" An older looking man, maybe in his early twenties, asked from a shady spot under an old oak. Before she could answer the man rose from the ground and bounded over to her. He bounded. "I'm Grant," Said the man. "You're a freshman aren't you?"
"You ask questions like you already know the answers," She offered up a small grin before returning her attention back to the burden. "It's nice to meet you, Grant. I'm Fallon." Grant made a motion as if he was going to hold out his hand but decided otherwise. Stepping around her he picked up the box like it was made of feathers. "No- you don't have to do that. I got it," She reached for the box as he was already walking away. Something about someone else touching her stuff made the blondes hair stand on end.
"It sure looked like you got it about twenty minutes ago too," His eye-roll was practically audible. "I didn't know you were watching me for that long," Fallon mumbled as she felt her cheeks light up like a Christmas tree. "This is Radford University, we're your friendly neighborhood college students that watch freshmen struggle with their luggage. Especially if they happen to be blondes with pixie cuts," Grant huffed while kicking the double-doors open.
Fallon's hands instantly shot to her hair. "What's wrong with pixie cuts?" She asked defensively. It took him a moment between catching his breath and trying to remember where the elevator was located to reply. "Nothing, you've got that whole Jennifer Lawrence thing working for you. It's kind of cute." The girl was about to protest when the boxes tumbled from his hands. She found herself lunging for it, hoping the contents didn't spill or worse- break. "I think I'm going to hold onto this. Why don't you go get one of the less valuable crates?"
Once Grant had gone she gingerly sat the box onto the floor and pulled the flaps to the side. Studying the Supernatural posters and figurines like they would break if you'd glance at them wrong. She quickly closed the flaps, folding them as they once were and pushed the button to signal the elevator. By the time the elevator doors opened, Grant still hadn't returned. Had she just let a total stranger steal her personal things? The queasy panicked feeling knotted her stomach. Just as she was turning to walk back to the glass doors to check on him, the familiar bob of auburn hair pushed through the entrance. A small wagon piled high with her suitcases and other luggage items trailing behind him.
"Mail call," His laughed echoed off the walls as his eyes met hers. "Hey, why do you look like you're about to pass out?"