Portmans POV
I'm rooming with Fulton this year, no big surprise there. I've been bunking with him since the middle of freshmen year, so I'd be more surprised if I'd been put with someone else. We know each other inside and out so it makes it a lot easier to share this small space. I remember last year Luis got stuck sharing a room with some kid from the chess team and it was hell for him. Lucky for me I don't have to worry about Fulton bitching my music is too loud or the movie I'm watching isn't Educational.
"Who said you could have that bed?" I ask opening the door, finding Fulton laid out flat on his back, in bare feet. "Now the sheets are going to smell like your socks."
"Gee, it's good to see you too buddy." He laughs sitting up.
"Yeah, yeah, make your self useful and get the box that's out in the hallway."
He snorts and heads to the corridor, calling "Anything you say dear." over his shoulder.
"Keep up the attitude I'm with holding sex!" I tease; yup, I'm secure enough in my masculinity to talk like that. Well there's that and the fact that my best friend turns bright pink when I say things like that. He embarrasses easily and I get a kick out of it.
I pull my poetry notebook out of my duffel bag and stuff between my mattress and box spring. We may know everything about each other, but even he hasn't read my poems, they're sort of sacred to me. As I turn to open my dresser, I hear a female voice in the hall and shake my head.
"The dorm advisor said they were down the hall." I recognize it as Charlie's neighbor Kory Montel, which mean she's more then likely talking her girlfriend, Emily Davis, Fulton's other best friend.
"When we find them I'm, bitch smacking them for not being on the first floor." The other girl retorts She's a bit umm, tempestuous, but the term bitch is used most often.
Flopping back onto his bed, my roommate states. "We're about to be invaded."
I nod, damn it I was looking forward to spending some alone time with him. All summer we'd really only spoken on the phone and online the last email he'd sent me was him telling me he suspected his father cheating on his mother. I wanted to talk to him about it now and see how that turned out. But nope we're about to be visited by an angel on Earth and proof God has a sense of humor.
"Hi guys." Kory says entering our room, taking her girlfriend by the hand.
Kory's such a sweetie; she's hard of hearing but doesn't let that slow her down, she practice karate and plays the violin. I don't think I've ever seen her without a smile except for the time her ex Marine father forbade her from hanging out with Charlie and dating Emily. She broke those rules. She even looks sweet with soft dark blond hair and blue eyes. Emily on the other hand had a temper as fiery as her hair, which is bright red. She's always yelling about something and once last year, she tried to pick a fistfight with me. Do you believe that? She must have a death wish.
As they walk in and get comfortable on the floor between the beds I know, I won't be talking to Fulton about his parents too soon.
I'm rooming with Fulton this year, no big surprise there. I've been bunking with him since the middle of freshmen year, so I'd be more surprised if I'd been put with someone else. We know each other inside and out so it makes it a lot easier to share this small space. I remember last year Luis got stuck sharing a room with some kid from the chess team and it was hell for him. Lucky for me I don't have to worry about Fulton bitching my music is too loud or the movie I'm watching isn't Educational.
"Who said you could have that bed?" I ask opening the door, finding Fulton laid out flat on his back, in bare feet. "Now the sheets are going to smell like your socks."
"Gee, it's good to see you too buddy." He laughs sitting up.
"Yeah, yeah, make your self useful and get the box that's out in the hallway."
He snorts and heads to the corridor, calling "Anything you say dear." over his shoulder.
"Keep up the attitude I'm with holding sex!" I tease; yup, I'm secure enough in my masculinity to talk like that. Well there's that and the fact that my best friend turns bright pink when I say things like that. He embarrasses easily and I get a kick out of it.
I pull my poetry notebook out of my duffel bag and stuff between my mattress and box spring. We may know everything about each other, but even he hasn't read my poems, they're sort of sacred to me. As I turn to open my dresser, I hear a female voice in the hall and shake my head.
"The dorm advisor said they were down the hall." I recognize it as Charlie's neighbor Kory Montel, which mean she's more then likely talking her girlfriend, Emily Davis, Fulton's other best friend.
"When we find them I'm, bitch smacking them for not being on the first floor." The other girl retorts She's a bit umm, tempestuous, but the term bitch is used most often.
Flopping back onto his bed, my roommate states. "We're about to be invaded."
I nod, damn it I was looking forward to spending some alone time with him. All summer we'd really only spoken on the phone and online the last email he'd sent me was him telling me he suspected his father cheating on his mother. I wanted to talk to him about it now and see how that turned out. But nope we're about to be visited by an angel on Earth and proof God has a sense of humor.
"Hi guys." Kory says entering our room, taking her girlfriend by the hand.
Kory's such a sweetie; she's hard of hearing but doesn't let that slow her down, she practice karate and plays the violin. I don't think I've ever seen her without a smile except for the time her ex Marine father forbade her from hanging out with Charlie and dating Emily. She broke those rules. She even looks sweet with soft dark blond hair and blue eyes. Emily on the other hand had a temper as fiery as her hair, which is bright red. She's always yelling about something and once last year, she tried to pick a fistfight with me. Do you believe that? She must have a death wish.
As they walk in and get comfortable on the floor between the beds I know, I won't be talking to Fulton about his parents too soon.