Carmilla

For someone who is in the top of his class at Stanford, your brother really is the biggest moron you have ever met. He conveniently left out the fact that he had two dimwits for roommates when he invited you to take up the space on his supposedly unoccupied couch. He also failed to mention that the three of them were in an idiotic fraternity and called themselves the "bros" of Zeta Omega Mu . He introduced you to his fraternity brothers as soon as the two of you got back to his place and you walked through the front door and right into a wrestling match between two shirtless numbskulls on what was supposed to be the living room's floor, the television blaring some Rocky movie in the background. You forgot their names immediately after Will said them and deemed them Puppy and Douche-Canoe .

Puppy immediately halted in his advances on Douche-Canoe the minute he looked up and saw you standing there, resulting in Douche-Canoe tackling him to the floor and placing him in a headlock to which he quickly tapped out of. You simply raised an eyebrow and stepped over them on your way to the couch before plopping down and kicking your feet up onto the stained coffee table as Will explained why there was, in Puppy's words, a "sexy, scary Hottie" here. You rolled your eyes and glared at him for that. He made it up to you by letting you have the last slice of the pizza he paid for.

The "bros" weren't completely horrible, you realized, after you got to know them a little more. Theo (aka Douche-Canoe ) wasn't your favorite, but he mostly kept to himself and he occasionally shared his weed with you free of charge, so you couldn't complain. He wasn't much of a talker either and you found that that was one of the few things you liked about him. Kirsch, on the other hand, was slowly becoming your friend, whether you liked it or not and he turned out to be scarily loyal when it came to Will and since you were his sister, you figured the sense of loyalty just fell to you too.

No more surprise roommates presented themselves over the course of the next two weeks and you were grateful for that. That is until you came home one night after roaming the streets with a bottle in one hand and a silent phone in the other, too incoherent to notice the signs of a party when there was one. You walked through the front door of the apartment, albeit with a bit more difficulty than necessary, and found yourself face to face with three dozen college kids, a lot of booze, and way too many shirtless men in... loincloths? Hell no. That was the last straw. First straw, really, but you couldn't live like that. Too many freshmen.

You moved out the weekend after. You found what looked to be a nice quiet hostel back in LA with one room available, so you borrowed a grand from your brother, packed your very few things and hopped on a bus.

What you didn't know was that that would be either the best or worst decision you had ever made.

Laura

Your excitement lasted approximately three weeks and ended abruptly after your new suitemate moved in.

The first thing you noticed? She was rude. (You also might have noticed that she was Hot, with a capital H, but you wouldn't admit that for anything.) The second thing you noticed? She was disgustingly messy. So much so that you started using any other bathroom in the house, as long as it wasn't the one that connected your room to hers. And the fourth thing you noticed? She spent all of her time in the library on the third floor, a book in hand, despite her collection of books in her room, which you totally didn't go snooping through one night when she didn't come home until almost three in the morning. You only knew that because you accidently left the bathroom door open on your side of the room and the light from it woke you up. You definitely were not waiting up to see what time she would get home.

She barely ever showed up for house dinners, or breakfasts, or lunch for that matter. The only time you recall her ever granting the lot of you with her presence was the first day she moved in when Perry practically dragged her to the dinner table. Perry introduced her as Carmilla before she introduced everyone else to her and you and the rest of the guests were met with a half-hearted wave and a raised eyebrow. Then she sat down next to you with a smirk and a ' Pass the potatoes, Cutie ' whispered in your ear. You hoped to Helga Hufflepuff that the blush wasn't too obvious on your cheeks, but the smug grin and wink sent your way when you obliged and handed Carmilla the potatoes, told you otherwise.

You pretty much tried to avoid running into her after that. It didn't work, of course, considering she was your suitemate and all, but a girl could dream.

One run-in in particular, two weeks after Carmilla moved in, left you hiding out in your room for the better part of a week.

Laf made sure to bring you food and you always noticed Carmilla sulking not far behind them. You tried to not think too hard about what that might mean. You were bed-ridden and concussed, after all.