It's been awhile, friends! I haven't written anything for so long, so thing is kinda just warming up for a big story i have planned since i have tons of free time left. Enjoy!
I hesitantly walk up to the dorms of this college I've been sent to, I guess I'm not as good a kid as I though because they had to send me across the fucking ocean to get away from my 'shenanigans'. You see, ever since my mom went off every week on modeling jobs and my dad picked up this high roller job in the city when I was 13, they haven't really had time for all the stuff we did before, like pancakes on Sunday and camping trips ever year. I was young at the time, so all I could think of to get attention was getting into trouble; and that I did. I was like the bad kid in 2004 sitcoms, but I didn't have spikey hair and frosted tips, the only time my hair was 'different' was like, six months ago when this girl at a party was majoring in cosmetology and I got her to shave half my head. I think the absolute worst thing I did, though, was burn down this old ass house with a group of twelve year olds (I was 17 at the time, yeah, I know) there wasn't anyone in it, but I guess a couple bought that house and were going to fix it up the next year.
Okay, back to reality. Now, I'm not really a shy girl, my extremely short shorts and low cut t-shirt proved that, but everyone gets nervous in a place they've never been at before; especially when it's a new country, right? I grip the leather strap of my book bag and pulled up my enormous suitcase full of items. My parents sent me out of the house and into a plain pretty fast so I barely took anything, just my laptop, changes of clothes, everything needed for everyday living, and my camcorder. I'm sure my roommate will have everything we're going to need, like plates and stuff, they always did. Unless they're like me, then we're both screwed. I'll probably end up dipping into my parent's money for random shit I want, they gave me a god damn debit card and I'm sure as hell going to use it.
I have to lug this huge suitcase around, it's like fifty pounds, and I barely pull it up all the steps and into the building. It's really nice here, actually. There's couches in the little lobby thingy and a fucking free snack counter. I skip the office thingy, because I already know where I'm going.
'Second floor, room four.' I repeat over and over in my head, I nearly forgot, since it was supposed to be floor four room two but someone fucked up and I got switched. I walk past a group of kids, mostly big jock-ish dudes, and I can literally feel them staring at me. I smirk at them and blow a kiss while walking towards the elevators looking confident as fuck. I'm totally going to be at home here, back where my parents live in California, I went to so many parties, and college is just one big party right?
It didn't take long for me to reach the elevator, and I was about to hit a button when a soft voice urged me not to, "Excuse me, could you hold the door please?"
That's odd; I hadn't even seen anyone behind me when I turned around. I look out of the elevator and when I do my jaw practically drops. The girl standing before me is hot as hell, her hair is in a long braid, she has on the bluest denim shorts I've ever seen, and a grey tank top. She's also like, super tall, not bad tall, like, sexy tall, though. Besides her looks, she has loads of boxes with her. "Oh, shit yeah." Sam mumbled and hit the 'Open door' button. "Thanks," the girl said, her British accent obvious.
"What floor?" I ask and turn my stare to the buttons, trying not to make it obvious that I think she's stunning.
"What? Oh, two please, thanks" The girl answered, lost in thought. Probably thinking about what the hell she's going to do with all those god damn boxes.
"Oh, I'm headed there too, cool."
I back up to the elevator wall, feeling the cool wood wall through my shirt. The elevator takes about thirty awkward seconds to even start moving after the door closed. "You're American?" The brit asks, facing me. I jump a little, totally not expecting her to talk to me.
"Japanese-Portuguese, but I grew up in America so yeah kinda." I tell her, fingers playing with the leather fabric on my book bag.
"Oh, cool. I'm Lara by the way, Lara Croft." She somehow holds out her hand for me to shake, although her arms were filled with boxes and I'm not exactly sure how she moved all those boxes (about four, a foot long and a foot tall too, maybe).
"Samantha Nishimura. You can call me Sam, though. That's what most people call me." I shake the girls hand; it's soft, but at the same time hard, muscular, almost. I shut off the part of my mind that wonders what kinds of things she could do to me with those hands immediately and look towards the ceiling.
"I think we're going to be seeing a lot of each other, Samantha, since we're living on the same floor." Lara says, giving a sweet smile.
"Yeah, I think we are." I say and return the grin. The elevator door finally opens and she nearly looses balance walking out, but luckily I'm there to catch her fall. it's totally awkward, though. She catches herself before falling and I totally thought she was going down and now my hands are burning with red hot heat on her waist and I'm pretty sure all the blood in my body is in my cheeks. "Oh god, s-sorry, I thought you we're falling." I stutter out and remove my hands from her torso.
"It's fine," she chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear in literally the most adorable way you could imagine and wow I'm totally going to fuck this up. "Here, let me help you." I take two boxes and they are heavy as shit oh god. I grunt out my next sentence trying to figure out how I can balance these boxes and pull this heavy bag.
She grins at me, "Thanks, my room's right up here, number four." I listen to the words roll off her tongue then I realize, shit. It makes me stop in my tracks for half a second, and I quickly catch up to her.
"Well, here we are, roomie." I say, and she looks puzzled for half a second, then it hits her, "Well, I guess we're going to see much more of each other then originally planned."