A/N: So some of the chapters that I have written so far for this story have ended up shorter than intended, but they SHOULD get longer. Nevertheless, though, thanks for reading and I hope you're enjoying :)

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"So, are you going to give in and go to the party tonight?" LaFontaine asked from the other end of the line. Laura rolled her eyes up as she sighed.

"No," she answered. She had decided that she wasn't going after her conversation with Carmilla, and she had finalized said decision when her rude, possibly flirty roommate had returned to the dorm, unspeaking, and had showered and changed into that party outfit.

"Aw come on," LaFontaine complained, "you're not in high school anymore, Laura."

Laura furrowed her eyebrows. "I know that. I'm just not comfortable with going to the frat party. I need to get ready for classes coming up."

"Fine," LaFontaine gave in. "I'm getting a call from Perry—there's probably some student crisis to attend to."

"Well, we'll talk later," Laura said, almost happy about the end of the call. She didn't want to talk about her reasons why she didn't want to go to the frat party—at least fifty percent of which would lead with the name Carmilla. LaFontaine agreed, and then said a quick bye before hanging up. Laura sighed and spun in her chair so that she was facing away from her computer. As she spun, her eye caught on her yellow pillow—her yellow pillow that was neatly placed on Carmilla's bed.

Her jaw dropped—she hadn't even noticed that it had been moved. Huffing, Laura got up and grabbed her pillow off of her roommate's bed, tossing it onto her own. This girl was crazy.

Laura barely saw her roommate on Sunday, and before she knew it, it was Monday. After going to her back to back lit and journalism classes, Laura returned her dorm understanding why everyone had wanted to party it out the weekend prior, and she was starting to regret her lack of recreation herself.

Luckily, she had started reading her lit textbook the previous day, so she didn't have anything to study for in that class—yet. Unfortunately, her Intro to Journalism professor had assigned a project. It wasn't a horrible project, but Laura was definitely not excited about it. She needed to film consistently over the next few weeks about something. The professor had given plenty of ideas out for the project, and Laura was still sort of at a loss for ideas.

As soon as she entered into her dorm room, she collapsed onto her bed in a huff. When her head landed on only one pillow—as opposed to her usual pair of pillows—her head turned of its own accord to look at Carmilla's bed, where her yellow pillow was tucked neatly against the shelf that served as the headboard for Carmilla's bed.

Before she could get up to grab it, though, Carmilla walked out of the bathroom. "Hey there, buttercup."

"I'm not in the mood," Laura snapped, standing up. Carmilla smirked as she sat on her own bed, which Laura marched over to in order to snatch her pillow back. "Can't you use your own pillows?"

"What's got you even more uptight than usual, cupcake?" Carmilla questioned as Laura stormed back across the short distance between their beds.

Laura sat down on her bed, hugging her yellow pillow against her chest, and looked at Carmilla questioningly. After a moment of hesitation, Laura gave in and answered, "Everyone was right. I should have enjoyed my weekend before classes started, and now I have no idea what to do for my journalism project."

"How about 'How To Turn a Naïve Teenager Into A Not-So-Uptight College Girl'," Carmilla suggested, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Despite her roommate's tone, though, Laura's eyes widened slightly. "That is actually a good—"

"Yeah, I was kidding," Carmilla interrupted. "I feel sorry for whoever it is that has to try and turn you into a normal human being."

"LaFontaine and Perry have been trying to get me to 'grow up' anyway, I'm sure they'll want to help me with this," Laura commented, pretty much ignoring Carmilla.

"Those two?" Carmilla asked, rolling her eyes. "Please. They still need to grow up."

Laura looked at the brunette carefully. "You know Perry and LaFontaine?" Carmilla just shrugged, clearly not interested in answering the question. "Well, I don't have any other ideas for my project. So if you don't think that Perry and LaFontaine can help me stop being naïve, then I guess you have to."

Carmilla raised her eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"What, are you already tired of calling me uptight?" Laura demanded, raising her eyebrows right back at Carmilla. "Look, maybe I am a little bit. But I need to make an interesting project for this class if I'm going to start my journalism major off right, and you and I need to get over this weird, opposites thing."

"What weird, opposites thing?" Carmilla asked, looking confused.

"Us being roommates," Laura stated. "Clearly, the two of us are really opposite, and I'm not saying that either of us should change, but maybe we can find some sort of midway point."

"Why does it matter to you so much, cupcake?" Carmilla asked. Despite her use of another food nickname, she seemed to be genuinely asking the question.

"We are literally going to be living on top of each other in this place for two semesters of school," Laura stated, "and I don't want to feel uncomfortable in the only small section of space that is at least half mine."

Carmilla didn't say anything for a moment, and then she rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever."

Laura's face lit up. "Awesome! Okay, we can start tomorrow. I have to do research."

"Research?" Carmilla repeated.

"It's part of the assignment," Laura answered, getting up from her bed, making sure to leave her yellow pillow clearly on top of her other one, and sat in front of her computer. As she opened her browser and started clicking away, Carmilla stood up and started for the door.

"Well, have fun with that, cutie," she said.

"Where are you going?" Laura wondered, glancing over her shoulder at her roommate, once again clad in all black.

"Psych class," Carmilla answered. Then she was out of the dorm room before Laura could even try to say anything else. Shaking her head, the blonde went back to her browser search. If she was going to actually do a video like this, she was going to do it right.

Not too long after Carmilla left, there was an insane knocking on Laura's dorm door. Curious, she hopped up from her chair and opened the door. In front of her was a tall guy with short blonde hair. "Can I help you?" Laura asked, looking up at him. Sometimes it sucked being so short.

"I'm Kirsch, from the Zeta Omega Mu fraternity," the guy stated, smiling widely.

Laura nodded slowly. "Okay, and?"

"Oh! All of us Zeta bros split up to introduce ourselves to different parts of the dorms," he stated. "It's our duty to protect the campus. If you're ever in trouble, you can call any Zeta members for assistance."

Still just nodding slowly, Laura answered with, "Alright, well, I'll keep that in mind."

"You're Laura, right? You're in my English Literature class," Kirsch commented.

"Yeah, that's me," Laura answered, smiling a thin smile. She didn't really want to tell Kirsch that she was busy and had things to do, because she didn't want to be rude.

"I didn't see you at the end of summer party on Saturday," he commented. "Why didn't you go?"

"How do you know that I didn't?" Laura asked, wondering if she was just radiating innocence.

"Well, the Zetas never forget when they see a hottie," Kirsch commented. Laura furrowed her eyebrows slightly, but before she could say anything about the comment, Kirsch added, "I should probably go—lots more dorms to visit before my next class."

"Alright," Laura stated, still sort of confused by the whole conversation. Kirsch smiled like a big, dopey puppy.

"Don't forget—the Zetas are always here to protect the campus!" he reminded her. She pursed her lips, raising her eyebrows slightly, and nodded that she remembered. With one last wide smile, Kirsch started back down the hallway.

Laura closed the door and pushed a bit of her hair out of her face as she sat back down at her computer. It was time to get down to business.

Felt like I had to introduce Kirsch, because I want him to pop up in future chapters sometime... so yeah, this was not the greatest chapter ever, but I promise they start to get better after this. Yeah becauseeeee after this chapter I finally gripped onto a solid plan! Woohoo!

So maybe review your thoughts? I know that not a ton of people read Carmilla or Hollstein fics on here, but if you are reading, you should review, so that I can be sure you guys like this :)

Have a lovely day everyone! It's feeling like a long one to me, but luckily, I had the day off of school today ;D

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