Chapter 7
Fred
Wesley trudged up to his room. The last door of the hallway. He put the key in then turned the handle. It was bright inside, lights on all over the place. Right away he saw the girl the lady at the front desk had said agreed to room with someone. She jumped and looked at Wesley. She had the biggest brown eyes he had ever seen. Her hair was black and messy, pulled back into a ponytail on her head. She wore reading glasses and was bent over a piece of paper. She smiled and stood up.
"Hi, I'm Winnifred Burkle, but I prefer Fred," she said holding out her hand. Wesley took it but thought this girl was really strange.
"Well, how rude, what's your name?" Fred asked.
"Wesley," he said setting his bag on the floor.
"Well it's awful nice to meet you Wesley. What brings you to Lewisburg?" she asked. She was way to bubbly for Wesley's taste. But she was trying to be nice and Wesley remembered how happy he was when the others had accepted him.
"I came here with my friends; Angel, Xander, Spike, Lucy, and her dog Copper. I was a trucker but I may resign now and get a job at the humane society like Xander and Spike. What about you?" he asked. For some odd reason Wesley felt immediately connected to this girl.
"Well I just live the life of the road because it's great. I'm always on the move and I haven't had a permanent home in over 4 years," she said.
"How old are you?" Wesley asked, forgetting his manners.
"Twenty-two and still living young," she giggled at her own joke. She had a real easy going way about her that was pretty likeable. Her small figure and little nose made her resemble a mouse.
"You headed on the new bus route tomorrow?" he asked.
"Of course! Have you not learned anything? I move all over the place," Fred smiled.
"So, Wesley, bed or floor?"
Another short one but how do you like Fred? I love Fred! As always review when you can!
Dru619