"I can't believe you get to room with a boy," Chelsea snickered, picking up a new box from the car and following the other brunette up the steps toward the buiding. "I would literally die."

Turning to glare at her younger sister, Emily yanked open the door and led her back to her new room. "It's not a good thing, Chels. I'd rather room with a girl who I can borrow makeup and shoes from. Rooming with a boy is just going to be annoying." Walking back into the room, the brunette beauty scoffed. "I mean, look at his side of the room already."

The bed wasn't even made and all of his boxes were scattered around his side of the room, a poster half put up and hanging from the wall. The RA had told her that he'd been there for hours, and for some reason he didn't unpack yet.

"He looks like a slob," the rich girl groaned, dropping her next box onto her twin sized bed. "He probably has more where that came from too."

Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Don't be a snob."

"I'm not being a snob," the older brunette bit out, slapping her sister in the arm. "I have to live with this guy and I don't need him already making a mess of my room." Turning at the sound of a new set of footsteps entering the room, Emily smiled and took the last box from her father. "Thanks daddy."

David Rossi gave a sigh as he looked around the room, his hands on his hips. "I'm not sure I like you living with a boy, Emmy. It's not appropriate."

Emily rolled her eyes, letting her father press a kiss to her hair. "Daddy, it's my fault. I forgot to send in my housing application and they said so did my roommate. This was the only way for me to live on campus and I'm not allowed to live off campus until I'm a junior," she shrugged.

"There's always commuting."

"We live in Virginia," she snickered. "And I go to school here in New York. I'll be fine, I promise."

Bringing his youngest closer to him, David pressed his lips to her ear. "Did you give your sister her present?"

Emily quickly lifted the can of mase up into the air. "Right here."

"So did you remember your birth control, Em?"

Emily glared hard at her younger sister and gave a shove to her shoulder. "Not that it's any of your business," she growled, "but I'm well prepared and protected for anything like that."

Chelsea's big brown eyes sparkled. "So condoms too?"

The father of two quickly stepped in between the two, stopping his eldest daughter from weilding that strong fist of hers and punching her sister. "Alright, calm down now. Emily, why don't we get you unpacked and we'll go and get some lunch before we have to leave?"

Emily took a breath before nodding her head. "That sounds good," she smiled.

Hours later, the newfound college girl was seated on her freshly made bed with her laptop hot in her lap. She hadn't really spoken to anyone after her family had left her to start her new school year, but she had made a plan with her friend who had been going to this college for a whole year already to spend the day with him tomorrow after her orientation.

Her bedroom door swung open, her brown eyes looking up from her computer screen to see a dark haired boy waving to someone out in the hall before walking into the room. "Hello?"

Spinning around to face the girl on the bed, the college boy's hazel eyes stared hard at her beautiful features and dark wavy hair sitting around her shoulders. "Hey," he smiled, walking over to the other side of the room and holding his hand out to the younger girl. "You must be my new roommate. Aaron Hotchner."

"Emily Prentiss," she smiled timidly, letting him shake her hand. "So where have you been all day?"

Aaron gave a shrug as he moved the boxes from the bed to the floor, missing the look of the disgust from the other freshman behind him. "I have some friends here and they invited me to a party. There's one tomorrow night if you want to come," he smiled, looking over his shoulder.

Giving a gentle smile, Emily shook her head. "I'll think about it. Thanks."