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It was just a door.
A plain oak door, with a small whiteboard pinned to it but no sign of the pen that looked like it was supposed to be attached. Whoever was already inside had had the thought to write a cute message in colourful pens saying 'Welcome Roomie :D' covered with sparkles and hearts. Wednesday wasn't sure if that calmed her nerves or not.
She steeled herself, pulled down the handle and….
Immediately regretted it.
Greeted with a room just big enough for her, and the girl who'd decorated half of it so the h banners, postered, stuffed animals and throw pillows. It looked ridiculous. She took a deep breathe and walked over to her bed which had been alone on the left side of the room.
It was simple enough. A single bed, a desk at the end of it, a small window towards the back aof the room by a bookshelf and a bathroom off through the door to the right. At least she'd have that privacy.
She'd hoped she'd get a room to herself, but as a freshman starting Nevermore college it didn't happen. She hauled her bags in from the hall one by one, putting them on the springy mattress and began to unload everything.
"You must be Wednesday, right?"
It was nearly an hour later, surrounded by her things as she was trying to organise it all on the shelves.
She stared at the outreaches hand and back up on to the face of the girl, who she assumed was her new roommate for the semester.
"Nod a hand shaker? Got it." The manicured hand retraced and the girl looked a little sheepish but kept talking. "I'm Enid, you probably know that already."
She did, but she didn't picture someone like this.
She was taller it looked by a few inches, short blonde hair cut off right under her chin with streaks of blue and pink, sparkling blue eyes, and light freckles painted across her cheeks
"You don't say much, so ya?"
Wednesday shrugs and continues to unpack.
"Not really."
Enid laughs softly. "Well it's nice to meet you. I'm about to grab lunch if you want to come? We can take a little tour?" Wednesday looks around at her stuff then Enid several times before the sound of her stomach gurgling made a hue blush her face.
"I suppose I could eat. Know anywhere?"
"As a matter of fact, I do! Let's go!"
Enid gets up, practically bouncing on her toes as she leads the way through the dorm building and out onto campus. It's a lot of open spaces fancy looking buildings, a bounce of trees that are probably on the brochure some, but just a little walk away is a coffee shop. They walk inside and Wednesday feels really out of her element. Her clothes stand out like a sore thumb, not that she minded too much, but all the eyes on her irked her. Grateful when they focused back on their food and laptops.
They wait in line, Enid continuous talking filling her sullen silence. She orders and then Wednesday gets a black coffee. A high contrast to Enid's pink looking liquid fill with ice and cut up raspberries. Wednesdays eyes ached looking at it.
"Should we take a seat or…?"
"Sure." Wednesday picks the seat furthest from another human and slides into a booth. Enid does the same, opposite her.
There's an awkward silence as they both focus on their drinks.
"What's your major?" Enid finally asks, her pink painted nails tapping against her cup. Her blue eyes sparkling against the lights.
"English Lit, specialising in creative writing and I might take up screenwriting. You?"
"Sports science. I've always been athletic growing up, and it was either this, biology or what I actually wanted to do." She smiles, but doesn't reach her eyes.
Wednesday is silent and takes another sip of her coffee, glancing out the window. A lot of people were moving in today. They were students dragging bags, saying goodbye to parents, siblings, lovers. She saw so many childhood stuffed animals it was hard not to cringe.
"Parents suck." Is all she offered to Enid's downtrodden look. Not feeling empathetic towards the blonde at all.
But it was true, they did suck. Her own weren't that great, they just had a 'picture perfect' marriage but it was always that way of people with status. They had to smile for the camera and the magazines and films, but no. Thats not what it was really like. She gulped thinking of it and clasped her hands around her coffee cup, willing the heat to burn away the bad thoughts resurfacing. Thoughts she'd rather keep hidden.
"Where did you want to go next? I haven't been around much. The libra-"
"There." Wednesday interrupts.
Though if there's one thing she did love, it was books. Ever since she could read she'd spend hours divulging herself in novels of all kinds with every spare second she had. Between classes, before and after school. After cello lessons, during breakfast, at the coffee table while her dad screamed at the to. And while her mom prattled on about nonsense that she pretended to listen, to, or while her brother Pugsley sat on the end of her bed to tell her about football practice.
Her writing began later on in life, when she was nine she got her first notebook and she filled it with every idea she had At thirteen she'd started to write her first thriller novel. At fourteen she was on to her second. By the time she was eighteen she'd written several books and thriller snippets, and was always looking for ways to improve.
Her dad hated that about her.
"Then let's not waste any more time, hm?" Enid? Wednesday blinks and nods, gathering her cup and phone they leave the coffee place. It was a warm day so Wednesday shrugs off her black hoodie and tied it around her waist. The tank top underneath showing off her slightly toned arms and a sliver of her pale stomach.
Enid it would seemed had a hard time not glancing.
"What do you like to write?" Enid asks with a small as she took exaggerated bounds up the concrete steps to the library, nearly knocking herself in her ass.
Wednesday rolls her eyes.
"Mostly thrillers, horror occasionally. But I'd rather stab myself with a hot fork than write romance."
"Not your thing?"
"Never."
Enid holds the door open and Wednesday walks through the large glass door. She's taken.l aback by the sheer abundance of books, the columns, the levels, the scent in the air. The people studying did nothing to deter her as she walks amongst the rows, hands brushing along the spines. Some leather, withering away.
Enid follows closely behind, watching her curiously.
"Why don't you check some out?"
Wednesday shrugs. "Perhaps."
Hours she spends there, even as the what of the day pours in and Enid hurries off. Wednesdays room forgotten as she absorbs herself, finding fascinating titles she's never heard off. Finding the horror section she walks to the desk near the entrance to start checking them out.
She places them on the desk with a loud thump, the man behind laughs.
"Careful there, they're delicate you know?" He smiles is wide and crooked, his teeth pearly white. He has soft curls bouncing on his head as he climbs up from his seat to start sorting it for her.
"There's a thirty day return policy, after thirty days you will be sent a fee. I know it's not long, especially with this mountain but you can extend it with the books you don't finish." Wednesday nods and spends a second or two watching the man behind the desk. His tans hands carefully pulling back the covers, scanning the label and placing them aside. He does that over and over, working quietly.
"Thank you." She murmurs while sliding the pile off books off and into her arms.
"Ajax are you flirting with the girls again!" A woman sounds as she comes into the front area looking irate.
"I better go." Wednesday interrupts, leaving him to a scolding he probably didn't deserve, not this time.
She figured out her way back to her dorm building, wishing she had a cart. By the time she dropped them on her bed she was swearing, panting a little and leaned back onto her desk to catch her breathe.
The room was empty but the shower going caught her attention.
With the mountain of books and her things still unorganised she spends the evening doing so. Filing away her books on the shelves, sorting her books for her lessons and other equipment. Then came her clothes, barely managing to fit it all in her wardrobe and draws provided.
Last thing was her bed. She'd been told by friends back home to bring her own bedding. So she bags up the old duvet, sheet and pillows and replaces them with her own. Opting for a dark duvet cover and soft blanket. It felt heavenly when she finally laid down and closed her eyes.
A few moments later the door to the shower opened, soft feet padded through the room and then the sound of the mattress squeaking across from her. She opened her eyes and fought back a blush. Enid was say cross legged on her bed, a towel around her waist and her hair pulled back off her face.
She was sweaty, her soft face flushed from the steam of the shower. The towel was barely clinging to her chest, one movement and it would fa-
Her eyes slammed shut and she focused to get her heart rate back down. It was her fucking roommate. She hissed to herself.
This year should be… fun.