° Emallie °
After a very long conversation with Mr. Lock. I was promised that my stuff will he sent to a new dorm room with a new dorm roommate. But for now I'll be sleeping with Mr. Arretez. Aka Xavier. Considering what he did to the desk and that he was able to walk away completely fine without passing out from the adrenaline says very much about him.
And that is. Don't make me mad. Actually it says. Don't fucken breath next to it me.nso I thin Mr. Lock really hates me because here I am in front of this lavish looking door. That has the initials.
A.X
On the door. Even his initials look scary. I sigh and open the door. His dorm room is damn lavish. He's probably the 'royal' part of school. Dang. More shit my way. What did I ever do to you Karma!!
The down side is some tornado hit here and then I think some band played after that. It looked like well...like that happened. I sigh and drag my black suitcase with my backpack still on me.
Chris held it for me after he told me the directions to my dorm room. I had to use the potty and didn't want water sprayed in it in case some bitch think it's funny so I asked him to hold it. I went to pee, washed my hands and rinsed my mouth. It's a habit. Habits die hard.
Then I walk out to see him glowering at me. And me being me I make a funny face and laugh my ass off. It was hilarious. His face. Wow oh wow. He looked at me with such shock. He probably thought I was out of my mind. After that he stormed off. Well and here I thought he was normal. The guy is fricken bipolar!!
Closing the door behind me as I replay the memory. I out my bag down and start cleaning.
After a whole two hours off picking up, shirts, shorts, socks and boxers. Sniffing them too, to check of their clean. I put the dirty in the laundry basket. Then the clean ones I folded them and pack them in his closet. Which I had to fetch a chair for because his first three layers of closet from the bottom consists of shoes. And my short frame couldn't reach them. Then after that. I vacuumed the living room and bedroom. Unfortunately he had one bed so...one of us has to make friends with the couch and that most likely be me.
I found a few condoms - some used - and boy is he big. Like scary big. Like... Bitch my phone is barely a full six inch and...it's pretty close to be cause it sure as hell ain't five inch and I still don't like carrying it in my pocket cause it's too damn big. He's probably almost seven inches. Almost. I hope. And any girl who's brave enough to feel that horrid thing in her is a brave person and very high pain tolerant. No fucken way am I gonna have a guy poke around. I let doctors do that and I still don't like it with those needles and that stick they out in your mouth. Blah. And imagine giving this guy a blow job!!! Okay now I'm traumatizing myself.
I shudder as I throw them away. I go wash my hands. After that I cleaned the kitchen which mostly had left overs. Luckily this bitch right here - me - brought food to cook. See? I'm a nice roomie. My room mate was gonna be so lucky. Well they still are gonna be if I'm still alive. So I had to run back to the room they put my bags in. It's currently under construction. So they left them there since nobody is using it. I grab the food and run back to the dorm.
Okay. I live cooking. Actually I like keeping busy. Always in the move. When I was a kid I used to play mom. I would cook for my parents and take car of them. That's why I know how to cook because my dad taught me since my is just plain horrible. Since the cancer my parents wanted me to quit school. But I told them I just want a normal life. Just getting out there. So whenever I asked for something they would give it to me. I wasn't a spoiled brat but I did use this to my advantage.
I know most things no girl knows. Like to cook a good home made meal or how to check the car or which car is what serie and which car was made when. I had lots of time. My parents were photographers. The best of the best. I don't do smoke and drinking. So no parties. I don't have sex. I never have. I take my pills and try to live as long as possible. So going here is a change but it's the last change I'm gonna get.
Cooking was good but slow. But thankfully Xavier hadn't shown up yet. I turned on the TV and switched through the channels. And I almost drop the remote out of shock.
HE HAS 303!!!!
HERE I COME MIRACULOUS!!!!!
I absolutely love that show. It's so cringy and loveable. And like so many ships!!! And has the best drama ever!! And so cliché!! It's like....WOW!!!! I know theres stupid looking grin on my face. I flip down and search and vola!!! I record it. I go to catch up to see if there's any new ones and sure as hell there are!! Season three just came out. My face must look stupid. I'm going to cry out of happiness.
Before I collapse out of pure excitement I let out a squeal and leave the living room which is combined with the mini-kitchen. It's a very big living room. Like really big. Really really really big.
I go make spaghetti and cheese. It's not that much but the sauce I make with it and that mince meat!!! It's to drool for!! It's drool worthy. I fetch my phone and grab my war phones and plug them in.
I put on my fav song on, 'Nothing but a 'G' thang' by Dr. Dre. I love 1992. I wish I was there. At his concert. Sigh. I love Dr. Dre's music.
And 2Pac of course with Nate dogg. Their music together. No words. It's fenomunal. Their music has meaning. A massage. The best one I like is from 2Pac called Brenda's got a baby.
I put it on and listen to the beats. Trying to rap along but end up laughing at myself with the giberish I'm talking.
Finally finish with cooking and dancing around. I look at my phone. Chris gave me a new one just like they promised. With the schools WiFi I was able to download my songs and a few apps of my liking. But then I won't be able to write my one direction fan fiction because the phone is so fucken big!!! My very little Wattpad fans will hate me!!! Well I guess one of us have to live with it and that would be me. You. Do. Not. let. Your. Wattpaders. Down. Never. Ever.
Never. Period.
So my little hands just gonna have to deal with the cramps and the heavy lifting.
I clean up and wash the dishes that are empty and dirty from all the cooking. I leave the pot there and turn off the stove. I'll dish up after he comes. No one likes a cold meal and eating alone. Well I don't anyway.
I decided to go wash the bathroom. Yeah you heard me right. The wash the bathroom. I grab some JIK and Domestoes and HandyAndy and a sponge and I go scrub the bathroom.
After cleaning the bathroom and fory own safety I won't recall what horrid sexualarks were in there for my sanity I realize I didn't actually check the time. I go check the time.
09:38 PM
He should be back. If 10 pm strikes and he ain't here. I'm eating without him. Temper or no temper. Food is food. He'll kill me after I'm full and fully satisfied. I take out the dishes and see prepare the spices. Like I said. I like to be prepared. But then I realized I forgot the parsely
"Stay right there. I'll be right back." I tell my spices who are crying because they don't have their family member. I rush out the dorm room locking it as they gave me the key to. And rush towards the green sweet spice of mine that I love on my spaghetti.
"Don't worry Parpar. I'm coming." I whisper to myself. I know. I have problems. But hey the first step to recovery is acceptance than after that you just step around it for a bit.
I grab my Parpar which is so relieved that it declares it's undying love for me which I return and give it kisses and return to the elevator to number 20. Yep. He's rich I got that when they led me up here.
I walk across the lavish red carpet of the corridor and reach.
Door. A.X
I turn open the door and furrow my eyebrows. Didn't I lick it. There I go again imagining things I did. I push the door open and close it. I rush to the mini-kitchen and dish up. Then as I turn to place the plate on the mini-kitchen counter so the plates are positioned just right in front of each other I see a huge figure at the corner of my eye. Me being the paranoid human being I am jump probably a foot in the air. Causing my pot of spaghetti I hard workingly made and my the spoon full of spaghetti I was about to dish fall down.
Fortunately I save my pot. Unfortunately, the very tasty spoonful of spaghetti falls down on the ground. I love food. Like really love food. So looking at that very hot spaghetti fall on the ground with the fork just kinda made me tear up. It could've been somewhere appreciated. Like my stomach. I bite lip from letting a son escape.
It's just food. It's just food. I repeat to myself as I tend to the mess. After dropping the fork and cleaning the floor with a dish towel I rinse it and turn towards the person who caused my beloved food to almost go to waste.
And then. I freeze. God. How long did it take to sculpt this angel before me? This master piece is....even Adrian Agreste isn't this beautiful and he has no flaws.
Eye candy is an understatement to this...God. He is a full seven course meal from the best cheff in the world and believe me. I have eaten a seven course meal. No actually scratch that. He is literally ever delicious desert Buddy has made.
His black night hair. His grey eyes. His strong jaw. Just the kind of cheekbones I would like to draw. Perfect lips. Dang. His string build. Not too gym but ain't nothing but muscle there. My eyebrows raise. His chest. Abs on display as he has no shirt on. A touch of tattoo on his shoulder and the side of chest. They look like stripes or lines or something. His legs in sweat pants and his package barely visible as he has his hands in his pocket. Blocking me from seeing him. He walks bare foot. My weekness. There's something about a bare foot person that just...wow. Even girls, I mean not in that way but it just gives you that natural feel.
I look at his body one more time. Adoring it. Keeping it in my memory so I draw it later.
I look up to this grey eyes again. And their glaring. Well time to get annoying I guess.
Time to be me.
"Well hey there roomie." I smile at him and his glare intensifies. It reminds me off Chris. But then Chris's glare is a kitten compared to this one. Then the image changes to Chris as kitten and I laugh. He would look so cute!!! With his brown eyes and fur would be white and very light orange because if his blonde-brown hair and I laugh. Causing Mr. Xavier huff in annoyance.
"A seat." I gesture to the table. He just glares at me like I killed his mother. I shrug and head to sit down.
This is gonna be a long night...