Chapter 2: Roommates

Stacie's POV:

I open the door to my dorm room and I'm greeted by a nervous look on a short-haired girl wearing black rimmed glasses. "H-Hello! You must be Stacie," she said nervously. "I'm Mary Elise," she continued and extended her arm for a handshake. I look at her slightly trembling hand and smiled. I took her hand and forcefully shook it. "Hi!" I said enthusiastically.

When I let go of her hand, she took a few steps back and said "I'm just gonna finish unpacking my stuff," pointing at her things. I continued smiling. Well, this certainly is going to be interesting. I look around the room and saw that Mary Elise had been busy; she had posters of a group of ladies in flight attendant uniforms around her wall. I walk past her, not taking my eyes off the poster, to my bed. Mary Elise notices my interest in her posters and says "they're the Barden Bellas! Aren't they great?!" she exclaims. The look on her face was pure excitement and her hands were rolled up into a fist at her chest level. I look at her quizzically and I bluntly asked "are you a lesbian?"

The look of pure excitement on Mary Elise's face was wiped off. "No," she cried. I just raised my eyebrows and gave her a lame face and turned to face my bed. I lifted my luggage onto my bed and started unpacking. Shoes, clothes, swimsuits, books, shoes and other stuff that aren't shoes. I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around. "Do you like A Capella?" Mary Elise asks. I turn around and jump when she's suddenly right in front of me, her face like almost touching my boobs. I place my index fingers on her shoulders and push her away slowly. "That singing thing?" I ask. She nods vigorously. Hmm… well it is pretty cool but a lot of people think it's really lame, I don't want her to think I was some lame ass into that sort of stuff, I thought. But then I looked behind her and see the posters of the flight attendants then look back at her. "It's okay I guess," I shrug. "Great! Cause there's an audition going on to join-" She looks back at her posters and smiles.

Oh god, my roommate is a nervous wreck and probably a closet lesbian in love with an all-female A Capella group.

Benji's POV:

I inhaled deeply before I opened the door to my dorm room. It looked so clean, new and nice! I brought my luggage to the right side of the room. I took a few steps back to stand in front of the door to see how I was going to decorate my room. I made a rectangle using my thumb and index fingers and extended them to see where I wanted the shelf that would house my many Star Wars collectible action figures to be.

"Perfect," I smile to myself as I was putting the poster of the Death Star on my wall. I took a few steps back to admire my work. Star Wars action figures and light sabers on the wall behind the bed that has Star Wars bed sheets on next to a wall covered by a massive picture of the Death Star. I settle my pigeon on the table next to the window along with other of my magical items. I look to the side and remembered I was going to have a roommate living with me, what was his name again? Jesse? Right, okay. I hope he isn't one of those jocks or cool kids from high school or anything, it would really suck having to live with someone who'll keep making fun of you and calling you a nerd; I'm sure experienced. But I try to look on the bright side, maybe this Jesse guy is like me! Maybe he likes Star Wars too! I smile to myself and thought of something.

As I'm finally done hanging a 'May The Force Be With You' sign up to welcome my roommate. The door to my room opens. I quickly turn around and without even looking at him I started my intro.

"There he is. I'm Benji, you must be Jesse," I observe him. He definitely isn't what I was hoping he would be.

Jesse took a look behind me and extended out his hand and smiled, "and you must be kidding." Oh no, he hates it. "Wow," he added while walking past me.

I really didn't want him to make fun of me or anything. "Looking at it now, I see that it's a bit much, I could take it down," all my hard work. Gone.

"No," he responds. "No way, I mean it took a second for my eyes to adjust but I could roll with this." What? He doesn't hate it. He doesn't hate it! YES! He really isn't what I expected. He's good looking, has a nice smile and pretty buff which usually is a sign for a jock or a cool kid but he's fine with all this? And he isn't making me fun of me at all?

"Look, just so you know I'm not a total nerd," I try to reassure him. "I also happen to be super into close up magic," I added as I made a rat appear from my hands.

"Dude that's awesome…" I can tell he's being forcing himself to say that, but at least he's making an effort instead of making fun of me or hitting me. "How long was that little guy in there?"

"Several days."