Simon
Today was a particularly shitty day. My alarm didn't go off, I was late for morning class and I have a fiction writing assignment due next week. And as if that isn't enough, it´s raining. I start running to avoid getting completely soaked.
While trying to get to my building as fast as possible, I think about my assignment and the stupid topic my professor chose. Try to convey an emotion in a 1000 words short story. That´s a terribly vague task and I have no idea where to start.
When I arrive at my dorm room, nobody´s there. As always. My roommate, Niall, is a busy guy. I thing he is doing more extracurriculars than anybody else I know. He is majoring in drama, I think. Well, I don´t know much about him, as he is always gone.
I make my way to my closet, searching for something dry to replace my wet clothes. I try to keep the room tidy, but my closet is an absolute mess. Clothes are piled up everywhere, except where they should be. And, to be honest, I don't do my laundry as often as I want to. It takes at least five minutes to find something acceptable.
After changing into jeans and a sweatshirt, I pack my laptop and some other stuff into a bag and prepare to head for a local bookshop with a small café. Ideas come to me more easily when I sit in a room filled with books, hushed conversations and the smell of coffee. Sometimes, I meet my friend Penny there. She works at the bookstore and always tells me funny stories about weird costumers.
But when exiting my room, I hear faint music. It´s a beautiful, sad melody played on what I think is a violin. Absently, I start going in the direction where I suspect the source of the sound. In a trancelike state, my feet seem to move all by themselves passing door after door, go around a corner and finally reach the right room…
I abruptly stop. What am I doing? Maybe I´ll scare off some hot girl (or boy…) who doesn't suspect to be stalked by some stranger who heard them play. Too late, I hear that the music has stopped…
Baz
As I leave my room to attend my next lesson, I nearly run into a boy standing in front of my room. He has bronze hair, deep blue eyes and goldish skin with freckles. He looks at me and his expression can only be described as dumbfounded and very flustered. I raise an eyebrow and blush slowly creeps up his cheeks .
"Sorry, I was just… I mean I am… well…" He stampers out, his mimics slowly changing to a horrified look. He continues to blubber out something about hearing me play. It´s awkward (and weirdly endearing). I try not to smile and force my mouth into my best sneer.
"Next time" I say coolly "just don´t get caught. Even though I´m flattered, I don´t like getting stalked. My next class starts in 20 minutes, so if you would excuse me…" He looks at my like a sad puppy, eyes all wide, lips slightly parted (Beautiful lips, I would like to add). He tilts his head, like he needs to process what I just said.
"Oh, of course." He seems to have regained his composure and replies in a polite, but stiff tone of voice. "Sorry for the inconvenience"