The Dorm
I do not own any of the characters in this story. They are the property of Stephenie Meyer who brought them to life so beautifully.
This is my version of a completely different meeting and maturing of Bella and Edward and their relationship!
Norman Lindsey: The best love affairs are those we never had.
My name is Bella Swan. I am 21 and living on site at Washington State College. I am majoring in English with the hopes of becoming a writer.
Our Co-ed dormitory is the most popular place on university grounds. This is perhaps because a co-ed living status is rare on this campus. Of 500 available rooms on site, only 50 of those, housed in 1 building can claim co-ed status. This is not where I would have preferred to be housed; however the university doles out dorm rooms like a lottery. I happened to win this one.
Constant parties, college games and loudness pretty much relegate me to the library with my nose in a book most nights, returning to my room only to sleep. My roommates and their friends snicker behind my back because I am too unusual for this life. I do not pay attention though because I am here to get an education. I must keep up my grade point average seeing as I am here on a full ride scholarship. Tonight however was different.
My roommates were having a "tame" party and asked if I wanted to stay. I figured what the heck and said yes. The small party they promised stayed just that – small. There were never more than 10 people in our room the whole night and it was mostly couples kissing and holding hands and cooing over one another. Things that got hotter than that were then retired to the privacy of the engaging couples own rooms.
I was quite sure by then that the invitation to stay was another dig at my single boyfriend-less status.
After everyone was gone and the main sitting room was restored to some semblance of order, my roommate retired to her bedroom and I to mine. Thankfully, the co-ed dorms were set up with actual bedrooms with locking doors rather than a studio style common room.
After a refreshing shower, I lay my head on my feathery down pillow, and after tossing and turning for about 30 minutes rehashing the events of the evening, I fell into a fitful slumber.
