"Thank you for your help." I nodded to the belgian girl behind the desk.

"Anytime." She waved slightly, watching as I struggled to gather all my books in my arms.

"Here, let me help." Leon snatched a few of the books off the top of my pile, much to my relief.

"Thanks." I wheezed slightly when I spoke. He was carrying a small bag as well, the contents a mystery to me.

As we quickly made our way to the door, I grumbled in annoyance, the rain had only gotten worse since we'd gotten there. Luckily the dorms weren't too far…at least they didn't appear to be too far.

"There's no making a run for it this time." I muttered. "How am I going to keep from drenching these books?"

Just as I stepped outside however, a click caused me to turn my head. Leon stood, holding an umbrella over the both of us.

"I'm one step ahead of you." He smirked cockily.

We walked back in near silence, still getting slightly wet as the wind forced the rain in strange patterns around us.

But soon enough the dorms came into view, causing me to let out a breath. Leon closed the umbrella as I pushed the door open, allowing him to walk in first.

"So like, where is your dorm?" He questioned.

"Ah, all the way up on the fifth floor, number 333." I walked to the elevator. There was no way I'd carry all these books up five flights of stairs. Leon stepped in with me, pushing the fifth and third floor buttons.

"I'm number 204, on the third floor." He muttered. I nodded in understanding, gently taking the books from him and stacking them on top of the others.

"You sure you'll be okay?" He asked, clearly concerned I'd hurt myself, or something like that.

"Ah, I'll be fine." I tried to smile it off, though the books were quite heavy.

"If you're sure. But if you do need any help, text me." He pulled a black smartphone out of his pocket.

Struggling to reach into my own pocket, I pulled my own phone out, unlocking it and offering it to him, since I didn't have an extra hand.

I could almost feel the smirk on his lips as he typed his number into my phone, slipping it back into my pocket and stepping out of the elevator.

On the fourth floor, a tall girl with short whitish-blonde hair stepped on, humming softly to herself and pressing the sixth floor button.

After a minute I noticed her looking at my sopping wet clothes and I began to wonder how stupid I must look, rushing out of the elevator and unlocking my dorm as soon as the doors opened.

"Phew…now to get out of these clothes." I muttered, setting my books on the windowsill and pulling my shirt over my head.

After a quick shower and a few minutes shuffling through my boxes for something dry to wear, I was ready to finish unpacking. I'd have to wash my clothes later, since I frankly had no idea where to go, nor anything to wash them with.

"Adjusting to a new school certainly is tedious." I spoke to myself, grabbing a box full of school supplies and starting to put them away in my desk.

Just then, a loud boom of thunder cracked the silence of my room, causing me to jump, my wheeze reappearing.

"Damn storm stressing me out.." I set the box on the desk and grabbed another, rummaging through it's contents until I found my inhaler.

"I guess I have to start carrying this thing around with me." I growled, exhaling before placing the object against my lips. I wouldn't mind the inhaler if it didn't taste so odd, it was indescribable; all I can say about it is that it doesn't taste good by any means.

As I held in my breath, there was a soft knock at my door, almost cautious. I quickly released my air, quietly snatching the handle and opening the door.

In the doorway was the same girl from the elevator.

"Ah I-I'm sorry to bother you but it's just that I think you dropped this." She held out a black iPhone. Taking it from her, I turned it over. The case was a neon drawing of a skyline.

"Oh, I think this is my friends'. But thank you for returning it." I nodded to her, wondering how our phones had gotten switched in the first place.

"It's no problem at all! Say, I haven't been seeing you around before. It may just be because the school is very large and all…" Her sentence trailed off.

"Oh, no, well yes the school is quite large, but I just transferred here yesterday, uh my name is Emil, I'm from Iceland." I held my hand out to her.

"Ah so you are new! I'm Katyusha, from Ukraine." She smiled gently, shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you Katyusha, but if you would excuse me, I probably should get this back to my friend. He may be worrying about it." I shook Leon's phone lightly.

"Ah, yes of course, how silly of me! Well, I hope to be seeing you around Emil." She clasped her hands in front of her, walking back towards the elevator.

"She seems nice." I muttered, turning my attention to Leon's phone. "I really shouldn't snoop…" I started towards the door, but stopped myself. "I should check to make sure it's his then I'll take it back. It would probably look quite odd if I retuned something that wasn't his." I swiped my thumb across the screen, the phone unlocking.

"He doesn't even have a passcode." I thought to myself, tapping gently on the glass of the screen. His wallpaper was an ink drawing of a panda, all the apps in Chinese. Tapping on the photo app, I was immediately certain it was his phone. The currently opened album was almost completely full of his selfies.

"Oh gott.." I muttered, laughing inwardly at the faces he made in the handful of pictures I looked at. "Well, now that I'm sure it's his, I should probably return it to him." I was just about to walk out of my room when the phone vibrated.

Glancing at the screen, I saw a message from my phone.

"Thnk i lst my phn"

I hesitated for a moment before replying.

"Yeah it's Ice, u dropd it in the lvtr aprntly."

There was a moment of pause.

"O."

"Ur drm nmbr is 333 rght?"

"Yeah."

"K great im cmn up."