Thomas Jefferson was truly obnoxious in many ways. When I first walked into my new dorm, he was wearing all pink. Head to toe. Even his shoes were pink? How do you even get pink shoes to fit a guy that was like 6'3?
Also, he was bloody rich. When I walked in he had already half decorated his half of the room. It was decked. Expensive concert posters. Plane tickets to everywhere arranged in a collage.
And he had a heck ton of journals. Like a lot. They were on many things. Schedules, a book of questions, diaries, poetry.
He turned around and looked at me. He said, "Hi! I'm Thomas! I guess we're going to be roommates!" He gave me a firm handshake and continued decorating.
I think that's what he said. I couldn't focus. He was gorgeous. Like he had warm, big brown eyes that smiled when he smiled. He had curls that filled the air almost as much as his words. He was tall, and his voice was as smooth as the magenta velvet coat he had on.
I made my way to the bed and began unpacking all of my things. I was very proud of the box I made in my senior year of high school. It was especially good because it held all of the medicine that I use quite frequently. I had just made my bed and put everything else underneath it when some guy walked in. He was wearing a green sweater with gray dress pants. He casually leaned into the doorway and said, "Hey. Just thought I'd let y'all know that I'm living next door, so if you need anything hit me up." With that, he walked away. Thomas and I exchanged looks. Mere seconds after leaving he rushed back to the door and said, Oh yeah. My name's Aaron Burr." He laughed nervously and walked away rubbing his neck.
"Just by that encounter I'm guessing he doesn't have many friends." We laughed. Oh my gosh he was so pretty.
No. I just met him. He could be a total brat! He probably was one judging by the shade of pink he was wearing and the decorations he had.
I'm not going to develop a schoolboy crush on some random guy. I sat down on my bed and thought. Most likely he and I were going to be friends since we were roommates. That's all. Just friends.
"Do you wanna go get McDonald's or something for dinner?" Thomas looked at me and smirked thoughtfully.
"Um… yeah sure. Can we invite that Aaron Burr kid since he probably doesn't have any friends like you said?"
We got back and ate in our apartment. Thomas got two big macs. He ate them all without hesitation. Aaron got a salad. He didn't eat it though. I got the vibe he was trying to eat better but it was failing. I got two cheeseburgers. We each got milkshakes. As the night progressed, I realized a few things. Aaron Burr indeed didn't have many friends but he was amiable, so we all agreed to be a squad. When he left, Thomas and I agreed that he was third-wheeling us. We laughed about it, but I still felt butterflies when he mentioned it.
We fell asleep eventually. He fell asleep before me. It was bliss. I counted his freckles. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair.
Something fell in the apartment next door, followed by Aaron Burr yelling "SORRY!" Thomas didn't wake throughout the whole thing. You know what this meant?
I fell asleep with my hands threw his hair and on his freckles.