It was my freshman year of college and what an amazement it was. I had actually gotten in! I had worked my tail off there at the end, getting my grades up enough and accumulating all the credits I'd need so I would actually be accepted into the same university as my best friend, Carly Shay. And how happy we both were when we found out we would be sharing a dorm room at Seattle U. But who knew how crazy it would be sharing such a small space? Everytime I turned around, there she was or vice versa. The two of us were like day and night, she the neat-freak, and myself The Wild Child who enjoyed listening to blaring music till 2 in the morning, so sadly it wasn't long till we were at each other's throats.
"Sam, stop leaving half-eaten chicken drumsticks in MY bed!" Carly would complain.
"Stop studying so much! I don't wanna turn down MY music!" I'd yell back with annoyance.
We had only been going to the university about 2 months, yet our friendship was being tested by living in such close quarters. That's when I heard about a special contest they were having on campus. Across from our dorm set another one, a newer model, and it was coed. The rooms in the new dorm were twice as big as the ones where Carly and I were living. And some of the students would be given a chance at trying out the new dorm rooms since only a few were ready for occupancy. A lottery would be taking place and already students were scrambling to get their ticket. The first room that was opening up was Dorm Room 239.
239? Wow, hadn't I heard or seen that number before?
Then it hit me. 239 was the number of the locker I had once shared with Freddie when we were in high school. We had both guessed the exact number of Fat Cakes in the man-sized jar, and Principal Franklin had insisted that I must share the locker with Freddie Benson.
As I got my ticket, my thoughts then turned to Freddie. He too had gone to Seattle U, and he was sharing a room with Gibby Gibson in an all male dormitory across campus. I hadn't seen him much recently as Carly, Freddie, and I were all so absorbed in our classes. Last I had saw him, I had been pretty amazed.
In the summer before going to the university, Freddie had gotten buff. Damn...
he definitely wasn't the same Freddie Benson I had met in Junior High School. Back then I had called him a nerd, a tech geek, and a bunch of other names just to get a rise out of him. But as time went on, and Freddie and I had gotten closer, I realized there was more...
"Hey, Sam, what are you doing here?" a voice spoke up.
I looked up and saw Freddie standing there in line to get his ticket.
Freddie :::
Sam looked at me as though I had horns growing out of my head or something. "I'm here to get my ticket... what are YOU doing here?" she asked in a not-so-friendly voice.
"Same as you," I replied, taking in the sight of her.
"Well, you're not going to win, Benson, cuz I have the winning ticket," she insisted, waving her ticket in front of my face.
"Don't be so sure, Princess Puckett," I quipped back. I felt pretty confident I was going to win. I really wanted Dorm Room 239, the first available room in the new coed dorm. I had heard a lot about the new rooms... how huge they were, how they had their own kitchens and bathrooms instead of those cramped shared baths that were in the other dorms. And I absolutely hated sharing a room with Gibby. He snored like a bear, and I wasn't getting proper sleep. And Gibby was constantly dancing around, shirtless, just being the total goof that he was and had always been. Sure, we were friends, but enough was enough.
"I have the winning number, Freddork," Sam said with a smirk.
"We'll see," I said, giving her a grin. At that moment, the number of the Dorm Room didn't even hit me. How was I to know that history was about to repeat itself?