“Talutah, how are you doing?” Miss Wilkins, the guidance counselor asked me quietly.

“I’m doing well. Glad to be back to classes.”

“Good! As you know, over the summer months the board underwent grueling meetings—on the issue of dorms. Your name was brought up multiple times, since you are one of the few students that boards with the opposite sex.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “What does this have to do with Kellan and I? Our rooms are adjoining. Just because there’s not a door that separates the rooms doesn’t mean they’re not different rooms,” I muttered incredulously.

“Kellan should be here any moment, Talutah. We’ll all discuss this together.”

Just then, Kellan’s silly face came into the room, taking a seat beside me. “Hey Wilkins,” he greeted nonchalantly.

“Now that you’re both here,” she began slowly. “I’d like to discuss your rooming situation. The board doesn’t seem too fond of coed dorms. They’d rather keep them separated—less room for controversy. The principal has asked me to separate you two into different dorms.”

Kellan laughed. I stared at him with wide eyes, unsure of what he was laughing about. “Are you serious? So build a door between our rooms. Problem solved.”

I thought it was actually a good idea. Then, technically, we would not be roommates and therefore our situation would be cohesive with the whole ‘no coed dorm’ thing. It seemed like a reasonable suggestion.

Miss Wilkins looked at Kellan strangely for a moment, and then her face lit up. “I’ll bring it up to Mr. Moore. We’ll notify you if he accepts or declines.”

“What if we build the door ourselves?” I asked her. “Then the school wouldn’t be hassled about anything.”

“If you have the resources and skills, by all means go ahead. I see no problem with it.”

I nodded and glanced at Kell, who was nodding too. “Can we go now?” he wondered aloud, jacking a thumb toward the door behind us. She nodded, and Kellan got up, holding the door open for me. “Thanks,” I said as we entered the hall.

“Splitting us up…this school really hates us.”

“We’re the top fifth year students. We have privileges that others don’t. Privileges that aren’t necessarily allowed.”

“Yeah,” Kellan said. “Because we’re totally awesome.” He lifted his fist for a pound. Giggling, I raised a fist and met his knuckles gently.

“Damn right we’re awesome. I can’t wait to graduate this year. Mingling with the humans will be so much fun! The only humans I see around here are my mother and father.”

Kellan smiled. “Your parents are really awesome, though.”

“I guess it’s hereditary,” I remarked slyly, turning the corner and pushing the exit door open. We made our way back to the dorms, traversing on the crumbling sidewalk that led to our building. Once inside, we meandered through narrow halls to get to our dorm. For some reason, the hallways were more lively than normal. It was really crowded, and people were just standing in the way.

“Hey, Talutah!” called Stacey Rodriguez, fourth year natural born wolf. I groaned and greeted her with the fakest smile on my face.

“Hi. And bye,” I said, pushing my way through the throng of people.

“Wait! I wanted to invite you to my party!”

“I don’t do parties,” I said calmly, finally reaching my door and rushing inside. I slammed the door shut and leaned back on it, thankful to be away from Stacey. She was always having parties, and always inviting me, but she just wanted me to bring Kellan. Kellan was better than that, had good taste, and Stacey was not his idea of a fine catch.

He was lounging on our small futon in the corner of the room, looking as if he’d been there for hours. His arms were behind his head as he stared out the window idly. Our room wasn’t much. Just a few scattered couches, a forty-two inch television (a gift from Kellan’s mother before she passed away last year), a bed for each of us… Like I said, not much. The kitchen was conveniently located between our rooms, so we didn’t have to go very far to make food. The rooms were semi-large and poorly lit, but that was all right, since our eyesight was keen enough to make up for it.

“Play some Need For Speed: Carbon with me?” Kellan asked, a goofy puppy dog look on his face.

“Set it up; I’m gonna grab some chips,” I said, already moving to the kitchen. I scoured the pantry for something, anything, and much to my delight I found a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos. The big bag, not the tiny little serving size bags.

I returned to the living room and Kellan turned up the volume on the television. I plopped on the couch, shoving a chip in my mouth, reveling in the taste on my tongue. Doritos were my favorite.

He handed me the controller for the Xbox and got everything hooked up. In a minute, we were talking about which cars were the best.

“The Viper gets up to two-hundred-eighty something in sixth,” he remarked.

“Yeah, but it looks so awkward, I mean, come on, the hood is a mile long.”

“Oh yeah? What about your Mustang GT?”

“Hey! Mustangs are classic cars! I’m not racing you with a mustang though, not unless I wanna lose majorly. Say hello to my beautiful Aston Martin.”

I smiled and the race began.

We played for quite some time. He beat me, but that didn’t matter. We were just bored. We’d re-hooked up the Nintendo 64 game system back to the TV and played some Donkey Kong 64 well into the night.

When it got around midnight, I decided to head to bed. Kellan played for a little while longer but he eventually wandered into his room.

I put on some sweatpants and fell into the bed, not bothering to pull the covers over me, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

The End

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