There are boxes and bags everywhere, literally. She planned on showing up to her dorm early so she could choose the bed she wanted, but apparently this chick had the same idea. Her roommate is humming some shitty melody while she unpacks all her stuff and places it on the left side of the dorm room. That means she takes the right side of the room. Her roommate, Clare, (yeah, she actually read the papers she got from the school) is humming some random melody as she buzzes around the room.
See, Bianca's never shared a room before, being an only chid and all.
The only thing she has with her is her knock off Louis Vuitton purse and duffle bag. Whatever, she'll pay some geeky freshman to bring the rest of her bags back from her car for her.
"Oh!" She hears Clare suddenly screech. It makes her wince. "Hello! I'm Clare. I didn't even see you there."
Honestly, she didn't think her roommate would have a suitcase dedicated to different colored headbands. Not to mention the twilight books she saw her unpack a moment ago. She's instantly regretting her decision to give college a try.
"Hi," She replies before tossing her bags onto the plain mattress on her side of the room. "Bianca."
"I took the left side of the room. I hope you don't mind." Clare tells her as if she would really make her change sides of the room after she put all her shit around it.
"S'cool." Even she can admit she's being kind of a bitch to this girl with the one word answers. She knows her type though. Clare's that girl she hated in high school, you know, the ones that were going places, and just high on life. That's not her style.
"Is that all you brought? I could help you unpack if you want." She just shakes her head no because if she didn't ask for help she shouldn't offer. She's always been a very independent girl. Always took care of herself. She didn't need to, really, her mom had two jobs her whole life so she basically lived on her own. It's killing her knowing she's got a roommate now.
Plus, she wouldn't even be in college if it weren't for her mom and her whole I don't want you to end up struggling like I did speech. Fuck.
Clare gives up on the small talk and they both unpack on their sides of the room in silence. The girl's obviously done setting up her room when she sits cross-legged on her purple comforter, just watching Bianca as she tosses her clothes into the small ass drawers.
She doesn't know why but she honestly doesn't want her new roommate to think she's some cold bitch so she asks her if she can help bring the rest of her stuff upstairs. She says of course and doesn't even mention that she offered to help already. Bianca kind of likes her for that.
When Clare suggests they make a cute RA help them she thinks this might not be so bad after all.
The go to Ikea together and she has no clue why or how it happens.
All she knows is that Clare mentioned something about color coordinating our rooms to match our individual personalities and yet compliment each other. Bianca, on the otherhand, was bored as shit and knows for a fact that Ikea sells fucking delicious cinnabons so, you know, she was all for it.
"So, what's your stroy?" They haven't really talked much so she figures they should start. Clare's pushing the cart ahead of them through the aisles while she pretends to look at shit they don't even need but Clare wants.
"My story?" Clare asks but when she doesn't say anything more she just keeps talking. "Well, I've lived around here my whole life. My parents divorced when I was in grade ten but my mom remarried shortly after. I love pepperoni pizza and cats give me allergies."
She does not (yes she does) giggle once Clare's done giving her an overview of her life. She gives her a run down of her life even though Clare doesn't ask. It feels like she has to share her life story since Clare told her something about hers.
"My parents divorced when I was five but my mom never remarried. Do you like the guy she's with now or no?"
They go to the aisle with picture frames and posters and stuff. Clare picks up this hideous picture frame that's all bedazzled and crap with the words 'Best Friends' on the top in huge letters. She puts it in the cart and it makes her wonder whose picture she's going to be filling it with.
"He's ok. It's just wierd." It's a simple answer but she can tell Clare wants to add more to it so she waits for her to continue. "You're going to think I'm crazy once I tell you this but...I kind of dated his son."
"You mean you're step brother?" Bianca asks with a hint of a smile on her lips. "And here I thought my roommate was a good girl."
"It wasn't like that!" She explains while laughing. "We were just casual and then my mom decided to marry his dad and things got awkward. Things were just starting to feel normal between us right before I left for college."
After an hour of shopping and another of stuffing themselves with pizza and cinnabons from the instore food court, they hop into Clare's small car and head back to the dorm. She can't stop laughing when a Justin Bieber song starts playing on the radio and Clare mouths the words. When they're stopped at a stop light she turns up the volume all the way up on the radio and they end up singing the song at the top of their stares they get from neighboring cars are hilarious. If anyone back home saw her they'd kick her ass.
"You do realize that since we're both single we will be boyfriend shopping together?"
"Boyfriend shopping?" Clare questions with a roll of her eyes. "I'm not here for that. Boys are too complicated."
"Only if you want them to be."
The dorm they live in houses boys and girls so that kind of makes up for the small size of the room. Bianca's notices a few but none have really caught her eye. Only a couple guys have hook up potential but she's still trying to figure them out. There's a cute guy in one of her dance clases but she doesn't give it up for cute. They need something that peaks her interest.
There's this little bagel shop down the street from their dorm that sells the best coffee which her and Clare always go to now. It's sort have become a ritual. After their first clas they meet up for a quick coffeee or in Clare's case, green tea.
"Why are you giving Owen the cold shoulder?"
Owen's the guy that lives on the floor below them and hasn't been shy about his interest in Bianca. Or rather his interest in boning her. She'd totally be up for it, too, if it weren't for his cocky attitude. Something about it grates on her nerves and the funny part is she thinks they're kind of similar. "He has a girlfriend and besides, he's way too cocky."
"Are you sure he has a girlfriend. Why would he flirt with you so much if he's seeing someone?" She doesn't understand how Clare can be so naive sometimes. Jake was her only sort of serious boyfirend before this KC guy she told Bianca about, but it's way obvious that boys are still a mystery to the girl.
"Because guys are pigs. They don't care if they have a girlfriend or you have a boyfrined, Clare. If they see someone they like, they go for it. Owen's no exception."
"He could be."
"Just drop it. I'm not interested and that's that."
That's pretty much the end of that conversation and they start talking a little less once school gets going in full swing. They're both pretty busy with their own shit. Bianca's got dance three times a week and Clare's always working an her writer bullshit. She kind of wishes Clare was more of a party girl when she decides to go out on Friday night. Seriously, she deserves a reward for all the shit she had to go through this week with her teachers. School is kicking her ass and she just wants to unwind and drink.
Bianca sleeps with Owen because he somehow ended up at the bar she was at and he's the only person other than her under the age of thirty. He is hot and a little bit of an asshole which, let's face it, is her type. It'll never be more than a one time thing and his girlfriend will never know so she just goes for it. It's been a long time since anyone's gotten her off so she figures it couldn't hurt. She calls Clare when she's in the cab with Owen kissing along her neck to let her know she's staying out all night. She doesn't want her to worry.
She doesn't want her to know who she's with either.
They fuck as soon as they get inside his dormroom and it's quick and dirty and nothing out of the ordinary. He falls asleep right after, too. Typical guy. He tells her to stay so they can do it again in the morning when he notices her about to get up from his bed to leave. It's stupid of her to stay considering his dick is averagee and nothing special but Clare knows she staying out all night so she lays back down.
He goes down on her once before she leaves for her room and she tries not to feel so bad about it when she notices all the pictures of him and his girlfriend, Anya, everywhere.
She doesn't have to tell Clare where she was or who she was with but she feels kind of guilty when she doesn't. The girl looks annoyed or irritated with her all day or something and goes to their little bagel shop with her new friend, Alli, without so much as inviting her.
It really shouldn't piss her off. (but it does)
Her fling with Owen was supposed to be one time thing but it's sort of happening on the regular now. It should bother her how used to being the 'other woman' she is. It's kind of Clare's fault if she thinks about it. If the girl hadn't been blowing her off for Alli, the girl that lives next door to them, Bianca wouldn't have been forced to hang out with Owen, the only other person she knows on campus.
"I slept with Owen."
She blurts it out when Clare finally comes back home with a brown bag of chinese food in her hands. Clare sets the food out on their makeshift table and takes a deep breath before adressing her. "Why? He has a girlfriend. Isn't that a tad bit demeaning to your self esteem?"
"Please, Clare, don't give me that self-righteous, overly-religious crap." She's annoyed with Clare right now for not talking to her for days and then coming home with their dinner and judging her choices. "So maybe it was stupid but we're still young. College is supposed to be fun."
"You can have fun without getting drunk or having sex." This is the closest Clare has even come to cursing. That also bothers her. She wants to know what pushes this girl;s buttons and what makes her come undone.
"Please," Bianca scoffs and Clare clenches her teeth. Is this a fight? It feels like one and yet it's pretty pointless.
"Can you just shut up and enjoy the meal I bought you. Beef and broccoli with plain, fried rice, right?" Bianca just laughs and takes the plate of food Clare serves her. Maybe this is how sisters fight. They can go from yelling at each other to talking about what the other wants for dinner in a matter of seconds.
She's pretty sure she's never had a friend like Clare and it's a refreshing change.
A/N: This story is totally AU and set in Clare and Bianca's first year of college. I'm not sure if I want this to go the romantic route with Clare and Bianca being endgame (lesbihonest?) or just friends so let me know what you guys would like. Reviews would be amazing!