Room Mates

I smiled happily, strolling out of the doors of my college, the International University of the World. I had graduated a little while ago and had to stop by to

get my extra belongings from my dorm room, which I shared with my friends, Sydney and Elizabeta. I had been living with my parents for the time being, and

decided I should see if I could live with one of my college friends; be a roommate.

After setting my things in the back of my black Ford F-150, along with my suitcases, I got in the driver's seat and turned on the engine. I was wearing my

Amnesia grunt hoodie, keeping the hood up so my short, almost boyish chestnut hair wasn't seen, except for a bang hanging over my eye, with a white tank

top underneath that had the like sign from Facebook and said 'You like this', along with a frilly purple skirt and some striped leggings, not to mention the high

black metal boots my other friend Sydney got me to make me look taller; I was only about 5'4. On my legs were two plastic braces that I had to wear because I

accidently happened to dive off a diving bored wrong and injured my legs. Before driving off, I retrieved my phone from my pocket and texted a couple of my

friends to see if they wouldn't mind a roommate. A few said they would have me as one, the rest either already had one or didn't have enough room for one. I

smiled and drove to the closest friend.

I strolled up to the door, going along the concrete path until I was in front of his house. I knocked softly and slipped my hands back in the pockets of my

hoodie, feeling the brown fabric on the inside while I waited. The door opened slowly and icy blue eyes locked on me; they were stern, but softened as they

noticed who I was.

I let out a soft chuckle and reached up to ruffle the German's short and perfectly combed back blonde hair. "Hey, Ludwig!" He frowned as I did so, yet

smiled a small, but sincere smile as he responded, "Hallo Melissa."

"I'm here about being your awesome roommate!" He nodded, seeming a little happier and led me inside. I didn't last two hours. Ludwig had so many rules

that had to do with obeying and time limits and being clean. I left shortly after and drove off to the next person's house. Now this one friend was special. I was

introduced to him in my second year of college by a good friend. She said he was really nice; now I doubt all of her suggestions. I didn't want to live with him,

but I still had to try.

I parked my car in the driveway by his car, a sleek black Nepta convertible with white streaks. I slowly walked up to the fancy door, grasping the keys in my

pockets in case I needed to make a quick escape. When the door opened, I groaned at the sight. The French man, Francis, was there of course.

"Bon'jour, Mon Ami!" He smirked at me, winking one of his deep blue eyes. He had his wavy blond hair held up by a blue ribbon, but something wasn't right

about him. He was naked, only wearing a rose to cover his 'vital regions'. I laughed nervously, clearing my throat and shaking my head, backing away. "Never

mind."

One after another, none of the houses I seemed to fit in. I then ended up just sitting in my car, the engine off. I was in the middle of nowhere, I was lost

now. I closed my eyes, listening to the birds chirping and then suddenly there was silence. I frowned, thinking to myself. What if I can't find a place to stay, I

can't go back to Mom and Dad… In the dead silence, my phone began beeping loudly. I jumped in shock at the sudden sound, waiting for my heart to restart

before picking it up and checking it. 'New text message.' Hola mi tomate! Sorry I took so long to reply to your text message! I was just a bit busy lol well you're

welcome to stay at my place. Here's my address. I really hope you can stay with me! But if you got this too late, then I guess… I missed my chance! Hope to see you!"

I checked the address, and then looked up at where I was. His house wasn't too far from where I was now! I turned on the engine, driving down the

direction's I was given by my GPS. I got to a small area; a secret driveway. I turned down it and continued down the path until I got to an opening in the trees.

It was beautiful, emerald green grass as far as I could see. In the middle was a large house, it looked fancy yet laid-back and cozy. It had white walls and

a red roof, as well as two stories and what looked like a pool in the back. There were small steps up to the door and two windows on each side of the door,

the curtains closed. I turned off my car, right next to a tomato red Audi A4 and then got my things from the back, locking my car and heading off to the house. It

didn't look too far away from where I was at first. Yeah… It was pretty far away. The longer I walked, the more tired I got. By the time I reached his house, the

sun had started setting and the sky was a lovely shade of orange and pink. I growled in annoyance as I reached his door, dropping my stuff on the patio for a

moment to stretch. I then picked them back up, knocking on the door with my elbow. After not too long, the door opened, my heart stopped and my knees

wobbled softly.

The Spaniard was smiling his familiar, brilliant white smile; his olive green eyes locked with mine, the mesmerizing color making my breath get caught in my

throat. He was wearing a white no-sleeved shirt that clung to his well-toned torso, still allowing me to see his sun kissed tan skin and muscles. His short

chocolate locks were messy as always and hanging in his eyes.

"M-Melissa! Mi tomate!" He gasped in his smooth Spanish accent. To keep you updated, he called me 'mi tomate', or 'his tomato' ever since our first year

together in college because whenever he talked to me or saw me or made eye contact with me, I would blush as red as a ripe tomato.

"H-Hey Antonio…" I smiled at him slightly, letting him take my bags from me. I was surprised he could even walk from how bouncy he was now; he looked

so excited, like he was having a total freak out from me coming here. He bound up the stairs and called to me, "Make yourself at home! Well, since this is going

to be your home!" Antonio laughed softly and I looked around the large hallway. It was magnificent. There was a large staircase that lead up to another hall.

Straight ahead was the living room; I could see the back of the couch. There was also a large Spanish flag on the wall above a wooden table that had a gold

lamp on it, plus a portable phone. The walls were white and the edges of the stairs had golden brown wood. There was a grandfather clock beside the

entrance to the living room, two columns from the floor to the roof of the entrance.

I walked forward before stopping since I had spotted Antonio strolling down the stairs, stopping at the last step to look at me. I blushed faintly, staring

into his eyes. His stupid, yet cute grin crawled across his face and he took two long strides to me, wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling his face to my

short, kiwi scented hair after knocking my hoodie off my head and murmured, "I missed you, mi tomate~" I blushed and threw my arms around his torso and lay

my head to his shirt, "Yeah, missed you too."

This felt so normal; hugging him like this. It felt like he always wanting me near him, in his arms. It felt like… like… I snapped out of my daydreaming as

Tonio's grip loosened on me and I looked up at him, confused. He just smiled sweetly and motioned to the clock.

"Churro time~" He purred and I looked at the time; almost five o'clock. Antonio always had a time that he made and ate churros, which was at five.

"Make me one." I smiled softly as he walked to the left, into the kitchen. I skipped to the living room and plopped down on the soft, vanilla colored couch.

A warm hand brushed my cheek and I gasped, jumping from shock before turning to look at Antonio, who was smiling widely. He held out a churro and

purred, "You would like a churro, no?"

"Sure." I took the warm churro and began to nibble it. It was cinnamony and delicious. [[Why that's what she said *shot*]] "Thanks." I mumbled to him.

"Aha, de nada, mi tomate." He purred and jumped over the back of the couch to sit next to me. We spent, maybe, an hour and a half watching T.V and

eating churros. All I remember after was falling asleep, laying on Antonio's shoulder.

Slowly, I opened my eyes. I yawned, trying to look around in the dark room. I spotted the digital clock on the t.v, it said about three twenty four. I

groaned and sat up, I was feeling sore from sleeping on Antonio's shoulder. He was sleeping soundly, quiet snores rising from his chest. His breath washed

over my face, it smelled sweet and was warm. I stretched a bit and pushed him a bit, "Antonio... Toni... Wake up..."

He opened his eyes, and it was then that I noticed just how close we were. His eyes were right there, gazing into mine. I could tell now that my sight

finally adjusted. He flashed a smile that gleamed in the dark and he purred in a groggy voice, "Si, Melly?"

"We should... go to bed..." I began to get up, helping him up as well. He seemed to be barely awake, stumbling as he stood. He took my arm and lead

me upstairs into a large room, opening the door for me.

The room had leaf green colored wallpaper with wool carpeting. There was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room, a canopy over it. It had purple

covers and light blue pillows, my two main favorite colors! There was a large window with a light blue curtain over it, an oak dresser next to it. I smiled as I

spotted my bag, picking it up and bringing it to the dresser, deciding to unpack in the morning.

Antonio came up behind me and hugged me gingerly, yawning in my ear, "Ah... I'm... going to bed... my room is right across from yours if you need me...

Buenos noches..." He kissed my cheek gently and turned, trudging out and closing the door behind him. I changed into long, pink silk pajamas and hopped on

the bed face first, slowly drifting into sleep...