Quiet, part 6

Her dorm was nothing like I had imagined from the way she had explained it; her bed was only three feet from her roommates with a night stand that sat between the two and there was a small desk at the end of each bed with their personal lap tops and pictures and such. But there was hardly any room; upon walking in the door you were greeting by the desks and then the beds and no other space at all. The lights were all shaded to dim the atmosphere and the room smelled just like her shampoo.

For an hour after I had arrived I just sat on her unmade bed as she finished a paper on her lap top. She worked without hesitance, constantly ravaging through texts and journals and personal notes, only stopping to make frustrated faces and gestures to the screen of her unresponsive computer. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing a tank top with pajama pants and while she had apologized about her appearance when she first met me at the door, I really couldn't complain. It was getting to where every new time I saw her I was falling more and more.

Her roommate on the other hand was just as I expected - totally unapproving of me and very honest with everyone she apparently met. But with that honesty was something that just screamed respect, and I did respect her. Though she only hung around for the traditional and very awkward "This is my friend from home," introduction, she did make it clear that she was going to keep her eye on me; which I found odd being I had known Daisy nine years and she only a few months? The roommate's name was Jessica and she was much shorter than Daisy and much different in all aspects of every description I could mention.

"So that's Jessica," I asked, tired of just sitting as she typed away.

"Yep," she answered quickly, only glancing at me for a few seconds before returning to her work.

"It's like she's your older sister and she doesn't trust me," I laughed to her.

I wasn't exactly sure why I was talking, in my head I knew she needed to finish her paper, but I was nervous and while I knew what was wrecking my insides, I wasn't up to admitting to it. I was completely lost in her.

"She doesn't trust you," she said after a few minutes of silence, "she's concerned because I've never mentioned you until now and she also dislikes you because I asked her if she could stay with her boyfriend for the weekend," she finished, slamming her lap top shut and standing.

"Wow," I said laughing, "I thought everyone liked me?"

"This isn't Hull Will," she answered, lying down on the bed next to me, "I really don't want to get dressed up tonight, but I must say that I'm excited about seeing you in a suit."

"Well, you know," I stood, getting away from the bed and the temptation of kissing her, "I'm actually going to be impressing Juliette tonight," I joked, laughing, and hoping she caught my sarcasm.

"Oh yeah. Juliette," she crawled out of the bed, "you know she might be the most beautiful girl you ever see."

"Well," and in a moment that I am still very confused about, I said, "if she's half as pretty as you, it'll be a very good night."

She smiled and blushed a little before telling me she had to shower and get ready. She took her things into her arms; her bath towel, her soap, shampoo, and conditioner, and a small bag of clothes and left the room. I just sat, waiting for her to come back. When she did, which was only about twenty minutes later, she walked quickly into the room, looking about as close to breath-taking as you can get, and came over to me on the bed, kissed my forehead before pulling me up next to her and holding me closely for what seemed like ten minutes, and then asked me to shower and get dressed.