Love Without A NameMature

I leaned back against the pillows in my new university dorm room. I was the first here, so I hadn't met my room mate. I closed my eyes, one foot propped up on the wood at the end of the bed, the other dangling off the edge. It had been a long journey to get here. Five hours on the train. I ached.

I opened my eyes and realised I still had to put away all my things. I grabbed my first suitcase and began to pile my folded clothes in to one of the two chests of drawers. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a printed t-shirt from the drawers and headed for the shower with my towel.  

After my shower I dressed and looked at myself in the mirror. I hoped I would make a good impression on my room  mate, and I hoped she was nice. But then if she wasn't, I could always ignore her and get on with my work, or listen to my music. It would be fine. I looked good anyway. My short red tousled hair was messy, and my green eyes shone slightly. I never wore much makeup, just foundation, so I always looked natural. I sighed. it would have to do.

When I'd finished I got out my posters, photos and blue tac. The wall above my bed was empty, and I would fill it with my things. First up, a poster of Paramore, second, one which stated 'Some people are gay, deal with it.' The third said, 'Just because I'm different, doesn't mean I'm not way cooler than you'. My photos of my friends went up, and my favourite photo of my girlfriend and I, the one next to the river, went right in the middle. I smiled at it, then turned to find my speakers. As I was leaning over my bag, I heard a small knock on the door.

"Come in!" This must be my room mate.

The End

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