"Typical," she murmurs to herself as she hears a soft tap on the door.
This was so typical of him, and of her. It was becoming so normal to her that she waited for it, like she needed it to live. That is when she opens the door, unaware that her legs have led her there. Again. Her thoughts are interrupted when his lips crash into hers.
Typical.
She can barely breathe as she leads him to the bed, knowing every step by heart. Smiling against his lips, she knows she has him caught. Trapped. Hers, forever. Or at least for now. As he begins to strip down, she feels her body tense up.
Typical.
As they tumble onto her bed, she can feel the satin of her sheets connect with her skin – and his skin with hers. The thing she likes most about these moments is the fact that she doesn't have to think. Not about him, or her, or what they are. Because she knows what she is to him and it's just so…
Typical.
Not a thought goes rushing through her mind while it's happening, but the minute it's over a million thoughts come rushing back. Like always, they lie there for a while until he decides it's time to go.
Typical.
Her next move is to try and talk, but it never works. She can never seem to find the words, and when she does they always come out wrong. He starts to get dressed and she shakes her head, pulling the sheets around her.
Typical.
By the time she works up the courage to tell him that they need to talk, he is already walking out of her dorm. Out of her reach, but never out of her thoughts. Tears form in her eyes as he says not a word before exiting into the hall. But she can't cry, she won't cry.
Typical.
She showers and gets dressed, cleaning up her dorm and making sure both it and she looks normal. Then they enter, as always. Chatting about boys, as always. She shakes her head, pretending to care about the conversation. Both Zoey and Nicole comment about Nicole's newest boyfriend and Zoey's latest embarrassment with Chase.
Typical.
If only they knew, she shakes her head at the thought – knowing they can never know. Staring out the window, her eyes fall on him. As always, he's flirting with a few blondes and getting their phone numbers.
Typical.
Another shake of her head and her friends cut into her thoughts.
"Hey Dana?" Zoey says, wondering why her friend is zoning out. She receives a nod from her in return, urging her to continue. "Chase just called. Him and the guys are going to Sushi Rox, you in?"
Typical.
But with a nod of the head, she's in. She's fallen for him, even if she's just another one of his girls. Another chance to see him is another chance to be in his thoughts, and for him to be in hers. She knows the look he gives her when she enters with her roommates. It's cold, distant, and most of all its typical.