A bit fluffier than I'm used to writing. I hope you all enjoy it!
The semester was coming to an end, and she was packing up her things. She was going back to Connecticut in a few days, and she knew already that she was going to miss this place. She had taken her last final, and she was confident that she had received an "A." She felt a pang in her heart; she was going back home, leaving her new friends. She didn't know how she was going to be able to do that for four more years.
She had just zipped up her suitcase, when she heard a knock at her door. She walked over, and she opened it. She smiled when she saw him standing there, in his well worn jeans and t-shirt. His eyes bored into hers, but there was a cool, almost detached quality to them. "Getting ready to leave," he commented coolly.
"Yeah," she was a bit confused by his demeanor, but she had learned that he was a very moody individual. She had also learned that he was borderline insane, but his moods and thoughts could be deciphered through his eyes. The answers were there, if one knew where to look for them. "You going home to visit your family?"
He shook his head. "Nope. I don't have a home." He saw her confusion. "My folks are in Germany, where my father's stationed." He shrugged. "We moved around a lot." His tone clearly stated that particular part of the conversation was over.
She nodded. "Staying here, then?"
He shook his head again. "I got a internship at New York Hospital."
"Really? Maybe I'll see you around, then?" She grinned at him.
"Where are you from? I'm guessing, northeast. Maybe Massachusetts or Connecticut." He had been speaking to her all semester, and he realized that he didn't know many personal things about her.
"Hartford, Connecticut." She grinned. "So see, stop moping and smile, for a change. We'll not be that far apart."
He nodded, but still didn't look very happy. "Are you doing anything tonight?"
She shook her head. "No. Just getting this place cleaned up. They gave us a checklist of all the things we have to do before we check out."
"You have what, two more days?" When she nodded, he smiled a slight half smile. "Then, come on." He extended his hand. She paused for half a second, and then she took it, eliciting a grin from him.
They walked across campus, side by side, but they never spoke. He lead her up to a three story apartment house. They climbed the stairs to the third floor apartments. He stopped at a door that had a huge British flag covering it. He pulled out a key, and he unlocked the door. "Come on in...Alec and a bunch of his friends are here, but they won't bother us."
She looked at him warily, but she nodded. He didn't trust easily; that was one of the first things she had learned about him. She had to trust him, and she hoped if she put enough effort into it, then he would trust her.
"Okay, let's go." He took her by the hand, and he pulled her down the hall. She was a bit apprehensive, but she had to smile at his child-like enthusiasm. He stopped at a door, and he opened it and he pulled her inside. She realized that it was his bedroom.
"Greg, I'm not sure about this..." she looked around nervously.
"Huh? Not sure about what?" She watched as the realization burned through his eyes. "Oh...OH... Don't worry. I don't go all the way until the third date," he winked at her. "But ply me with enough bourbon, I can be yours forever." He grabbed a blanket off the bed, then he opened up the window. "Come on," he waved her over.
They climbed out the window to a small balcony. From there, it wasn't hard to reach the roof. He helped her climb up on it, then he spread the blanket down on it. They laid down, and they stared at the sky.
"Greg, what am I supposed to be..."
"Shhhh... Just wait," he whispered. He had folded his arms behind his head, and his lanky six foot two inch frame was completely stretched out on the blanket. She laid beside him, very aware of his nearness.
They lay in silence for several more moments, and she was getting ready to ask him again, then she saw the first sparks of light dance across the clear night sky. She lay in silence, and she watched the meteor shower with him, in awe of mother nature's light show.
Somehow, over the course of the several hours, they had moved closer to each other. As the last few sparks darted across the sky, she sighed. "That was beautiful."
She didn't know it, but he had barely been able to keep his eyes on the sky. He had found himself glancing over at her most of the night, but he sucked at sappy romantic lines, so he kept silent.
She rose up to one side, and she rested her weight on her elbow. "Thank you, Greg."
He nodded, and he slowly got to his feet. He stretched out his hand, and he helped her up. "Thought you'd like it." They slipped back into his room, and then they walked back across campus.
Questions burned in her mind, but she was too scared to ask them. She didn't know what the answers would be. Was he her friend, or more so? Did she want him to be more? How would that change what ever it was between them? She decided that she was giving herself a headache trying to figure things out. There would be more time to think about it later.
They arrived at her dorm, and she turned around. She looked into his eyes, and she licked her lips. "I guess I'll see you around," she said softly.
He nodded, then turned to leave. "Greg, wait!" She called back. She ran up to him, and she rose up on her toes. She pressed her lips to his, feeling the shock he felt through his body. After a brief moment, she whispered against his lips "The semester is over." Before he could react, however, she had slipped away. She darted back into her dorm, leaving him alone.
He didn't know how to react to her impulsiveness. That in itself made him smile; she was usually much more reserved. He felt something in his hand, and he saw a piece of paper. He grinned; she had slid it into his palm when she was kissing him. It had her address and phone number back in Connecticut. He was beginning to look even more forward to the summer.