Iris' POV

WHAT a day. I can't wait to go home and write in my journal. Being an Arts Major really takes a toll on you

"Heyy Riri, had fun today?" Adam, my flatmate asks from his bedroom. I peak inside to answer him. "Yeahh it was okay, same ol' same ol'.

"Figured. I'm bringing a chicken over, you know the drill". Oh yes, the "drill" which entails being in my room the entire night. I'm not complaining though, I'll just grab something to eat then go work on my journal

Later that night...

These walls are way to thin, I always hear everything. And I mean everything

I wonder how it feels. I've always wanted my first time to be with someone special, but I've never met that "someone". Would he be blonde or brunette? Tatted or not? How tall would he be? Being twenty one abd still never having my first kiss is a bit embarrassing I can't lie but oh well. "One day Iris...one day", I think aloud as I drift into slumber