And I always feared that I'd have a crush on my roommate, but I never thought of the possibility of having a crush on a girl on my floor.

I never noticed her much for the first few days of school, while everybody was lugging their shit in and parents were walking up and down the hallway. I never noticed the sound of her voice when we were going around introducing ourselves on the first day. I never noticed that in vanity, she was amazing and that I'd be in awe. I do, however remember liking her jacket and thinking that light patter in my head was my gaydar going off, neither of which I really gave too much thought too.

But, I remember the first day that I noticed her, and there was really no turning back.

"I just think that if I met a girl who liked The Strokes as much as I do, who happened to be hot, we'd be in love."

"Because The Strokes is thee only personality trait. Right, Ash?"

"Well, I mean there's boobs...and gotta have that smile, blonde hair's pretty necessary..."

"You're from Los Angeles! Go out of your realm a little bit."

"I am! I don't want California blonde, I just want...different blonde. But I'm saying, if she likes the strokes I'm in love."

"There are plenty of girls who like the strokes, I assure you."

I looked my relatively new friend up and down, we'd only been friends for a couple weeks now, though in that time we'd gotten pretty close. For University, I'd have to say that Abby was probably my best friend here, and the only one who knew I was gay.

"Never the right ones!"

"You're too much, Ashley. Seriously. Lower your standards."

"Never!" I shouted walking towards the door, "Dinner at 6?"

"Yes!"

"Sounds good!"

I swung my keys on my wrist as I made my way back to my room, going down the stairs to my hallway and immediately the thumping of loud music filled my ears. I slowly started to walk down my hall to figure out which door it was coming from when an open door hit me, music blasting out.

"I know you hate to be impressed with someone else (other than yourself). But you know, trying to hold back on being an asshole helps. Fear of sleep. Fear of sleep."

Low and behold it was The Strokes blasting from a room of a girl on my floor, though not counting my blessings yet, I hadn't seen what she looked like. I peered in to compliment my mystery woman when the cliché moment happened. She sat perched on her chair leaning over to her desk with her legs crossed underneath her intently reading the text on her screen of her macbook.

"Great music!" I shouted. No answer. I stood there awkwardly, because who expected her to be beautiful, "I can't believe you like the strokes!"

"Huh?" she turned to me, greeting me with the most beautiful face.

"The Strokes. I love them they're my favourite band."

"Oh yeah? They are pretty great. I love them."

"I have all their cds," I bragged nonchalantly, trying to impress her.

"Me too. I have these bizarre demos as well, and these offbeat recordings of Julian talking and singing songs that aren't even on their cds."

"What?"

"I have-,"

"No, I know, I'm just amazed. You are officially amazing."

"Yeah, it's cool."

Or not.

"What else do you like?"

"I really like The Hives."

"Yeah, they're good," I lied, not having listened to them much in my life time, side noting to download them first chance I got, "Cool! Well, I just wanted to let you know that you had good band choice."

"Thanks," she replied apathetically and turned back to her computer.

Or she could just be a total bitch. That could be the kicker too.

"Or she could not be gay," Abby replied after taking a bite of her burger.

"But she's so pretty."

Cue Abby's are you fucking kidding me face, "So?"

"I'm just saying it'd be nice!" I whined.

"And I'd like an unlimited supply of Brie cheese, but that's not happening is it?"

"You're an ass."

"I'm realistic. Speaking of which, are you going to tell Sam you're gay?"

Sam would be my roommate, who luckily, I get along very well with and have developed quite the friendship. I know she's gay friendly and all...but changing in front of a girl who's gay, that's a different story, which kind of makes me nervous.

"I will."

"As soon as hell freezes over."

"I will!"

She got up to clear her tray, and I followed, "It's like taking off a bandaid. Just do it. Fast. And get it over with."

"That's what she said!" I giggled.

Her face scrunched perplexed, "What ever girl says that seriously has issues and is going to make a horrible girlfriend."

I frowned, "I thought it was funny."

She laughed and shook her head, "Oh, Ashley. What are we going to do with you?"

"I do not know. Class at 9am tomorrow. Shoot me now please."

"Not so bad!"

"Says the girl who starts at 10."

"What's an hour?"

"An hour more of sleep, duh."

She shook her head again, "You're too much.

And I think she became known as the girl with the loud music, because I couldn't remember her name in the beginning, and every time I walked past, her room was pounding.

"And then you take that love you made, and stick it into some, someone else's heart. Pumping someone else's blood. And walking arm and arm. You hope it don't get harmed. But even if it does you'll just do it all again."

"Oh my god you like Regina Spektor too."

She turned to me a little suddenly, as if I startled her, "Yeah I love her."

"You're not only playing Regina Spektor you're basically playing my favourite song by her."

She gave me a smirk without teeth, shrugged her head in a what can I say fashion and responded with, "It's a good song."

"Wow. Well, your music taste is just blowing me out of the water."

"Glad you approve."

It was as if conversation wasn't her forte, or maybe she just didn't like me. Didn't like me? She didn't even know me.

"Dude, that girl two doors away from us has the best music taste!"

"It's really loud."

"She likes the The Strokes!"

Sam laughed at my awkward eccentricities, "Maybe you two should get married!"

I laughed nervously, "Ah, yes. Definitely...married...I forgot that was legal here."

"When in Canada..."

"Do as the Canadians do...must marry a woman then..."

She laughed, "If you so desire."

"I don't think that girl likes me very much..."

She shrugged, "Her loss."

I could always count on Sam to back me up. We'd become pretty instant friends as well and it was safe to say her and Abby had become my go to's.

"Frat party tonight!" somebody in my hall shouted.

"Let's go!" another girl hollered.

"You girls going?" the girl next to us, Kelly, asked.

"I don't know. I've been her for two weeks already orienting myself in the international students program. I've already done a lot of partying..."

"But you haven't been to a frat party and you haven't partied with us. Come on!"

I turned to Sam who nodded, "Okay, I guess we're down."

It seemed our whole floor was going, like it was a consensus we all had to go together for the first frat party of the year. We met up at the first floor lobby near the entrance where I saw the rest of my floor in a group talking.

"So I haven't really eaten today and I was kind of hungry, so I brought sour patch kids," strokes girl said holding a bag of sour patch kids.

"Sour patch kids are always a good choice," I encouraged.

She looked at me and then turned to the blonde girl next to her, who I later found was Nicole, and kept talking. Or this girl didn't like me for whatever reason.

"Spencer, can I have one?"

"Knock yourself out girlfriend," she handed the bag of sour patch kids to Nicole.

Spencer. Spencer. Interesting. She stood there surveying, and as she saw Sam's boots this seemed to please her, "Thank god you're wearing boots. I feel like a giant in mine!"

"Me too..."

"We can both be giants," she assured Sam.

"It doesn't matter if you're giants, boots are always hot," I smiled.

She looked at me again, in assessment and nodded as she continued to talk with her friends.

I guess I wouldn't try to be here friend after all.