Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first story in a looong time, and like the description says it came to me in a dream O_O but really I've been listening to Let It Got like seven times a day so it's not really a shocker. I don't own anything except my OCs, Mike and Joe. The rest belongs to Disney. Hope you like.
The day was beautiful, and stiflingly hot. Though there wasn't a cloud to be seen in the bright blue sky, the sun seemed ready to set the dry grass ablaze. And the new residents of Bjorn Hall, the freshman dorms at Arendelle University, felt ready to crawl under any available rock to escape the sun's glare.
One young man among many stood still in the midst of the bustling scene. He was fairly tall and of average build, with brown hair and intense brown eyes. He was absently twirling a set of keys around his finger.
Mike watched the scene for a moment; the girls unabashedly, sometimes tearfully, embracing their parents in farewell, the boys remaining stoic as they casually waved goodbye, their belongings strewn across the lawn. Some were still unpacking suitcases and boxes from the backs of cars; others were simply sprawled in the shade of some trees. He turned away to open the passenger side door of his Jeep and retrieve his backpack, then started making his way into the hive of activity.
His room was on the second floor, and he'd already moved all of his belongings in. He didn't have much; Mike believed in a simple life. Unlike most of the others, he had come alone. He wasn't one for tearful goodbyes and neither were his parents. He recalled the scene only a few minutes ago when he'd gone to the office to pick up his room key.
"Your parents are not with you?" asked the desk lady with surprise and a bit of what sounded like suspicion to Mike.
"No, I'm here by myself," he'd replied, immediately feeling like a loser. He'd have to make some friends soon, he had realized with an internal groan.
"Alright then," the lady shrugged. She tapped away on her computer and handed him a key.
"Room 226. Have a nice day," she said, waving him off to help the next student.
Mike's thoughts were replaced with mild surprise when he saw that there was someone already in his room. When he'd first brought in all of his things, one of the beds was already made up and there was a lamp and some papers on the desk, but the owner was nowhere to be found. This time, Mike was met with the sight of a stout, dark haired and stubble faced young man sprawled out on the floor.
"Oh, hey. You must be Mike. I'm Joe." He scrambled to his feet to offer Mike his hand.
"That's me," Mike said as they shook.
Before he could say anything else, Joe continued, "So friggin' hot today. That's why I was lying on the floor. But look I'm here on a wrestling scholarship so you might not see a lot of me. Gotta maintain good habits you know?"
Mike didn't know anything about wrestling but shrugged in acceptance. "That's ok." He set about unpacking some more of his belongings while Joe watched. He awkwardly tried to make some conversation.
"It is really hot. Not usually like this, this time of year," he said.
Joe continued surveying him and replied simply, "Yeah."
Mike felt even more awkward and felt it best not to say anything else.
"Well I'm off. Gonna hit the gym," Joe announced as he finally seemed to lose interest in Mike and swung a duffel bag over his shoulder.
"Right," Mike said.
That sucked, he thought. Maybe it'll get better, but at least he won't be around all the time, I guess.
Mike finished putting away his things to his satisfaction and lay down on the floor after some hesitation. It didn't help much. It was still hot, and he could feel his shirt sticking to him. He went over his class schedule in his mind. Classes would begin in two days; until then he wouldn't have much to do. He let out a sigh and rolled onto his stomach. He remained there until it began to get dark, then lifted himself onto his bed and fell asleep.
