Chapter 2: Josh Hutcherson Who?
"Heeey, anyone here?" A sweet unfamiliar voice asks.
Finally! Izabella's here. I think.
I quickly straighten my yellow floral dress I have on, look in the mirror and breathe. I turn the blowdryer off and open the door.
"Hey," I say, looking up. WOAH. This chick is fine. She has red and orange hair; blue eyes and an upturned nose. She's wearing a purple summer bubble dress that shows her pale back. She's walking towards me with both her arms sticking out for a hug. I hug her, and she smells nice.
"Are you Taylor?" she asks, opening her envelope from her bed.
"Yup, and are you uh- Izabella?" She studies the letter and makes a face. She's got issues.
"Yup, Izabella Danielle Thornet, your roommate for the year. Call me Izabelle, or Zab. Oh, I like your dress." she says, grabbing my arm and leading me to the bathroom. Oh no please, please don't rape me.. we haven't even met properly. I've only seen you for a minu-
Oh. We're in front of the full length mirror, staring at our bodies and comparing ourselves. My long caramel pin-straight (thank you iron) hair with gold highlights are staring back at me. Her shoulder length red and orange hair are flaming; and I thought Hayley Williams was the only one who can pull off red/orange hair. But with hers? It sits perfectly on her shoulders. Her blue eyes are deep and lovely, my freakingly freakish very green eyes stands out. That's the only thing I like in my face. Her nose is small and upturned like mine, and her pouty lips are a bit bigger than mine. Her bubble dress shows a lot of her back compared to mine, and to be honest, she's pale. We both a need a tan.
"Wow, you're really pretty," she whispers, sighing. "I wish I had your face."
"I-" I start, but she cuts me off. "Have seen the room?" she asks.
"Yes, and it's pretty." I say honestly.
I have looked around the room after mum left. The door that had a sign 'Closet' wasn't a closet, it was a huge walk-in closet that had huge space. It had two open wardrobes on each side, drawers and a rack for dresses, I'm guessing. It was huge, and there was a black line on the floor that halfs the room. Zab's side, it said on one side, and Taylor's side on my side. There were two free MARC JACOBS dresses especially for me. Yes, me. I'm sure. There was a letter that said 'To Taylor, I hope you like our welcome present'. I nearly popped my eyes out when I read the letter. Oh, the walls were purple too, with butterflies in them. Totally pretty. I think she's a purple freak.
The bathroom was lovely, with a huge gold bathtub and a shower. There was the full length mirror, two sinks and a small accessory holder. The walls, thank God, were baby pink, with blotches of purple for grafitti.
The whole room is very pretty, and the curtains were a shock of red. Our queen-size beds are lavender, with about 3-4 of the softest pillows in the world. There's also a mini fridge and I actually have opened it. It was full of chocolates, cokes and cakes. The floor was covered in soft carpet, and there were footprints of different kinds. My favorite one are the puppy ones.
The room was a total shock, totally beats my room back home, but I'm wondering how I ended up here. Why I ended up far from next door, why the room was so pretty and if the other rooms we're like this too.
"Hey, are the other rooms like this too?" I ask before I could stop myself. She looks at me hard with an expression I couldn't quite figure out. "Don't you know?" she says finally.
"No," I answer quickly, too quickly."NO?" she says, her face scrunching up.
"Honey, this room is not normal." she says. My face widens with surprise and she sees the face and starts laughing. "Oh yeah, you don't know. It's supposed to be a surprise from your mum, right? She's lovely."
"My mum? Have you guys met?"
"Yeah, I talked to her last week and she was funny. Lovely. You're lucky to have a mum like her."
"Oh, okay. So this, this is the surprise?"
"No, this is just the start. You'll meet him tonight after the assembly at the hall."
"I'll meet who?"
"Your surprise. I'll explain everything to you when you meet him."
"Can't you just tell me?"
"Oh goodness gracious no. Your mum will kill me. So will Mr. Vandickson." I had to laugh at that one. VanDICKson.
She starts unpacking and I decide I will too. I observe her while I do my stuff, and she has lots of shorts and cute singlets and dresses. I also notice that she texts a lot with her iPhone. My phone's ancient, but it works well, thank you very much. "Have you got your present?" she says.
"The dresses? Yeah. Thanks, it really meant a lot to me."
"No, not that, the phone?"
"What phone?" I ask. She got up, opened the walk-in closet and started shuffling through my empty wardrobe.
"Joshh..." she grumbles.
"Who's Josh?"
"No one."
She didn't say anything about the "phone" after that. She just started putting up accessories along the holder and I have to say, she's got quite a lot.
"Isn't this room great? The last one was pretty boring."
"HUH? What last one?"
"The room. Last year's design. It was gold with pictures of sunsets and birds and shit. Pretty, but boring. The guys redecorated it earlier this year for us. I have to give them the credits, they did a pretty good damn job." she says, her eyes twinkling.
The boys' door open and two boys appears. One of them are wearing sunglasses and cap, but with them, he looks awfully familiar. The other guy had long blond hair, his hairstyle; Justin Bieber-like. Only with less hair.
Izabella gets up and hugs the familiar guy. Then she moves on to the other guy, giving him a longer hug and kissing him on the lips. Oh what joy.
The familiar guy just looks at me. It's awkward. "Hi," I start. "I'm Taylor."
Izabella turns to me and drags me in front of them. "Taylor, this is your surprise. I'm sorry they're early, I know I said after assembly. But who cares, here they are now. Taylor, this is our roommate, Josh. Josh Hutcherson."
