Chapter 1: Moving In
The sun shone brightly as Jean Kirstein pulled into the parking lot of his dorm hall. His sister, Genevieve waited with a patient smile as he finally found a parking space for his old pickup truck. Damn. If he'd gotten there earlier, he'd probably have a better parking spot so he wouldn't have to haul all of their luggage up to the fifth floor where they were assigned. Chances were, their other two roommates had already arrived and taken the good beds.
Slipping out of the car, he trudged to the bed of his truck, hauling out the numerous bags, boxes and other belongings he and his sister had brought. Now that he thought about it, he probably should have packed a little lighter.
"What dorm hall is this?" Genevieve asked, glancing up at the mossy brick building that looked like it was starting to crumble in some places.
"Hall Maria." Jean replied, grasping the handle of his leather suitcase and yanking it out of the truck bed. "I heard it's had some trouble with vandalism, but it'll be fine."
She nodded, staring up at the towering building. "Do you know who our roommates are yet?"
He shook his head, handing her own suitcase to her. Together, the two siblings walked into the dorm hall, going to the front desk. Thankfully, it was easy enough to sign in and some other students helped them bring all of their junk up to the fifth floor where Jean faced his greatest enemy. Stairs. Knowing him, he'd probably trip while he was trying to go to an early morning class and end up killing himself.
"Do you think me and my bunkmate could get matching bedspreads or something?" Genevieve looked up at her brother as they walked down the hall.
"No idea, Gen. I've never met her." He replied, glancing at the room numbers to make sure he didn't pass their own.
Jean stopped in front of room 215, glancing up at the door. "This is it."
Four crisp white cards were taped to the door, their names written in neat cursive writing. It seemed to be that the other two's names were Marco and Ameline. He secretly hoped that they wouldn't be there already, but his hopes were dashed when he heard the sound of shuffling and something falling to the ground with a loud boom.
Raising an eyebrow, he opened the door, keeping his sister behind him. The room was small and a bit stuffy, even with all the windows open and the fans blowing. On one side of the room, a freckled boy with dark hair was at his desk, looking a bit shaken. On the other side, a ladder had fallen from one of the loft beds, a girl with short raven hair sat on top of it with a bored expression
"Oops." The girl pursed her lips, glancing at the people who had walked in. "Sorry about that."
Jean took a deep breath. He'd have to put up with these people until at least the end of the semester, so he might as well try to get along.
"I'm Jean and this is my sister, Genevieve."
"Hi." Genevieve waved, a small blush crossing her cheeks her gaze moved to the freckled boy who was getting up from his seat. Jean didn't think too much on it though, knowing his sister could be shy.
"I'm Marco." The boy greeted, flashing a small, friendly smile. He seemed to be nice enough. Jean couldn't imagine having too many problems with him. Maybe he was smart and could help him study. That would be helpful when exams started.
The girl jumped down from the bed to pick up the ladder before turning to them. "And I'm Ameline. I'm a Leo and I enjoy long walks on the beach. Unrelated, I am also an Arts major."
"A theatre major?" He guessed, glancing at her clothes. They weren't all that costume like, but she fit the personality.
"Graphic design." She rolled her eyes. "Now, before you guys came, we were planning to meet the neighbors."
"Neighbors?" Jean tilted his head, carrying his stuff over to the bed next to Marco.
"Yes, neighbors. You can come if you want." Ameline replied, helping Genevieve move her stuff over to her own bed. "Unless you want to unpack, which I do understand."
Jean glanced at his sister. Unpacking would be nice right around now, but he'd have to make friends eventually.
"I guess I'll come."