I woke up the next morning to hear someone else's alarm going off from down the hall. I could feel some kind of weight holding my waist and I felt my heart skip a beat as I realise what it was.

"Holy mother of fruit loops," I gasped as I rolled off of Alfie's bed and landed on the floor. I think I'd fallen asleep on Alfie's shoulder and somehow we had managed to lie down and he had been spooning me. Well, I think he had. I looked up and realised he hadn't. Alfie was asleep, still sitting against the wall, and it was his leg that had been laying on me. I rolled my eyes and sat up to look at Alfie properly. He looked so peaceful as he slept, and I found myself smiling at the thought of him. I muttered some profanities and managed to stand up with the help of my bed and a blanket I had managed to grasp. I sat back down on my bed and tried to wake up.

"Right, get dressed, then face the day," I whispered to myself. I headed over to my wardrobe and pulled off the track pants and cardigan as I still had the shorts and singlet on underneath. I pulled out a nice, white lace dress and pulled it on over the shorts and singlet. I pulled off the shorts, pulled on leggings and underwear, and then swapped the singlet with a strapless bra. I had been hopping around the room and even crashed into the wardrobe door, but Alfie still hadn't stirred. He didn't actually wake up until I was halfway putting on my makeup.

"Morning sleepy head," I smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He gave me a dazed smile and managed to stand up for a moment, only to lose his footing and have to sit back down again.

"You okay?" I asked, frowning.

"Yeah, I'm a bit clumsy when I first wake up," he smiled, eyes still closed.

"You weren't the one trying to get dressed half asleep and silently," I smiled, turning my body on the chair to face him.

"Well, you succeeded. And you look very pretty," he smiled, finally opening his eyes fully.

"Only after I crashed into the wardrobe door," I smirked. He laughed and stood up.

"I'm not being rude, but I really need to shower before I'll give you a hug," he said, heading over to his wardrobe to get a towel.

"You don't have to give me a hug…" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah I do. Expect one every morning from me," he smiled before leaving the room to go to the communal showers. I turned back to the mirror and realised my cheeks were a nice shade of crimson. I blushed even further upon this realization and finished putting on my makeup. By the time Alfie had come back, I'd pulled out my black flats from my box and was putting away my makeup.

"Don't need makeup, to cover up," he sung softly as he walked in. I laughed and turned around, ready to argue that I did, when I realised he just had a towel around his waist, and I had a nice view of his torso.

"Right, hug time," he grinned.

"No way mister, you're still dripping with water and I just got my face right," I laughed, taking a step back. He suddenly jumped toward me and I squealed and ran the other way. He chased me up onto my bed, and I squirmed as he hugged me with my face pressed against his damp chest. Even though I was trying to pull away, my heart was actually racing at a million miles an hour at his touch. There was a knock at the door and then it flew open, revealing a small, pixie like girl standing there, awkwardly staring at us. I knew it must've looked a bit strange; me standing on the bed with Alfie, who was only dressed in a towel, and my face was pressed up against his bare chest.

"Hi!" I said, lifting my hand to give some kind of awkward wave to the poor girl.

"Are you guys all right?" she laughed, taking a step closer into the room. I managed to push Alfie back and jumped off the bed.

"Sorry to interrupt. I'm Jessie, across the hall from you guys. I was wondering if you'd like to have breakfast together?" she asked.

"No problem at all," I grinned back. "I'm sure as Dumbo there gets dressed we can join you." Alfie yelled something but I just smirked, making the girl giggle a bit. She was short, and incredibly thin. Her bright blue eyes were lined with thick black eyeliner and her brown hair was curled into neat barrel rolls at the ends. Her style was quite similar to mine, girly, but a little rough. She wore a pair of bright pink skinny jeans and a button up white shirt. We talked out in the hall as Alfie got changed and I learnt a bit about her.

"My roommate took back his application just before I moved in, so I get a whole room to myself for a year," she giggled. I found out she was also in the same program as me, which I honestly found a little scary as it wasn't the only similarity between us. We both didn't come from Britain (she was Irish), we were both only children, both 19 years old, both born in February and we loved a lot of the same things. Alfie finally finished getting changed, and as he stepped into the hall, Jessie laughed. I turned to see what she was laughing at, and couldn't help but giggle too. Alfie had somehow managed to put his pants on inside out. After he turned a bright shade of red he ducked back into the room.

"Told you he's Dumbo," I winked.