Richelle Mead own the VA and Bloodlines series.

I have such bad writers block at the moment, you guys, but I'm trying to push through it. Hope this one doesn't suck! Review and let me know what you think :)

"This would all be a lot easier," Adrian said, lugging a box into the small dorm room and dropping it on the empty desk on the left side, "if you would just move in with me."

We were currently moving all of my belongings into the girl's dorms at Carlton, the local college where Adrian had been taking art classes for the past year. I was so excited to finally be getting the chance to go to college. It had taken a lot to separate myself from the Alchemists, but now that it was over, I was so glad I'd done it. Now I had college and a relationship with Adrian. One we didn't have to hide from the world. He'd even decided to become a full time student along with me and sign up for academic classes as well as his art classes.

Adrian walked over, taking the box I was carrying out of my hands and placing it on my new bed, before pressing his lips to mine. "We could be together all of the time if you lived with me."

"We'll still be together most of the time. We're even taking English together," I murmured against his lips. "We'll sit together and pass notes and not pay any attention to the class at all."

He chuckled, pulling back and cupping my face in his palms. "Listen to you," he smiled. "Trying to corrupt a decent student like me. The point of taking a class is to pay attention and learn from it, isn't it?"

I leaned forward, bumping my nose to his. "I speak seven languages. I think I've got English." I reached to kiss him again, but he playfully held me in place.

"But what about me?" He smiled. "I'm not as academically inclined as you are."

"I'll tutor you," I breathed, pulling forward to try to kiss him again. This time he didn't fight me. He... well it was the opposite of fighting, really. He leaned into me, pushing me down onto my bed. I was reminded of being on the table with him in the spirit dream that first time I'd given into my feelings for him. Except my dorm bed was a lot more comfortable than sitting on silverware had been. Although, being with Adrian had made even that seem perfect. I was wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him tighter to me, when I heard a gasp from the doorway. Adrian and I jumped away from each other quickly, however reluctantly, and turned toward the door.

A small girl with wide eyes and flushed cheeks stood there, eyes averted. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't know anyone was in here. You must be Sydney. You weren't here when I left before."

For the first time since entering the room I gave the right half a good look. Everything was neatly unpacked and put together. I should have realized the person who'd done all of that unpacking would be close by. My cheeks burned in embarrassment. Great first impression to make on the roommate, Sydney.

"I'm sorry." I jumped down from the bed and stepped around Adrian. "We got carried away. I'm Sydney," I said, holding a hand out to her. "You must be April. This is Adrian."

April shook my hand and then Adrian's. "It's nice to meet you. Do you go here?" she asked Adrian.

"Yeah," Adrian smiled back. "Art student. Majoring in finger painting."

The smile she flashed him was genuine, if a little awed. "Do they have that?"

He laughed. "No, I'm kidding. I am an art student here though." He bumped his shoulder into mine. "Sydney's thinking of double majoring in art history and architecture."

"Wow," April said, looking impressed. "I don't even know what I want to single major in and you already have two picked out."

"Don't let her intimidate you," Adrian said, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "She's weird that way. Knowing exactly what she wants and going for it. This is my second attempt at college and I'm just now figuring everything out."

"I've only been dreaming about this moment my whole life," I murmured low enough April couldn't hear.

Adrian, taking on a chipper tone, smiled at me. "Well, I guess I'll leave you two to talk. You want me to pick you up for dinner? We could watch a movie at my place?" He walked away from me, heading toward the door.

"Sure, but I told you, I'm not staying over."

He sighed, exasperatedly. "Fine. But Hopper's going to miss his mother."

I scoffed. "Hopper likes you better anyway. You let him sleep in bed with you. He hates his aquarium now, you know."

Adrian threw me a devil-may-care grin over his shoulder. "I'd hate it too if the other option was sleeping with you." Then he was gone, leaving me blushing from head to toe.

An awkward silence fell over the room for a couple of minutes before April said, "So, um, is that your boyfriend?"

I smiled and went back to unpacking the boxes Adrian had put on my desk. "Yeah. He can be a lot to handle sometimes, but he's useful on occasion. Like today, for instance." I gestured to all of the boxes on my side of the room. "He helped me move in."

April leaned her hip against her high-rise bed and smirked. "I bet he's useful for a lot more than carrying boxes."

I laughed. "Watch yourself if you're going to say that about him. His ego's bigger than all of the Greek gods combined."

"He looks like them too," she laughed. "Can I ask you something?" she said, coming over to help me unpack. "Do all the guys in the art department look like that? Because if so, I'm thinking of signing up to be a nude model."

I laughed and just enjoyed spending time with my new roommate. I unpacked all of my things and then had dinner with Adrian, and when I skulked into the room early the next morning wearing last night's clothes, April didn't say a word. But she did send me one knowing smile right before we left for our first day of classes that made my cheeks burn from embarrassment. Honestly, though, me sneaking into my room after spending the night with my boyfriend at his apartment was such a normal college problem that I couldn't help but smile to myself.

I was in college and I had a roommate and a boyfriend and got to choose the classes I was taking! My life was finally starting to resemble the dreams I'd always had for my future, but never dared to believe in. Not until I met Adrian. I made a mental note to find a way to thank him the next time I saw him.