A guy named Kyle is is having a pretty mellow life at Ohio University. But when his new roommate, Joselyn,spices up his life, things kinda get out of control.
Everyone says that jail is not so bad once you get used to it. They're all full of crap. The floor is colder than ice, the cell bars as well. the blankets are scratchy and a rat that comes by every now and then. To make it even worse, when I go to the outside world, I will have nothing to go back to. The story I'm about to tell you isn't even a story. Stories have happy endings. This is more like a beautiful dream turning into a horrible nightmare.
My parents divorced in my senior year of high school. This wasn't a huge shock to me because I knew by the 9th grade that their relationship wasn't going to work out. They always argued and yelled at each other. I guess they tried to stay together for my sake. They should've gotten it done and over with years ago. I didn't mind much now because I got accepted into Ohio University, meaning getting away from the divorce. I quickly moved out of my parents house and headed straight for Ohio. It was a long ride from Nebraska but the farther away from my parents the better.
The campus was huge and had many different departments. I'm majoring in writing/journalism because I like to write amazing, life like stories and don't really care if I write something bad about some one in the school paper. Too be honest, what I write is all truthful. It's not like I'm not a hypocrite either. Someone could write something horrible about me and I wouldn't care. My teacher always said that the pen is mightier than the sword.
To get to my writing classes, I walk almost all the way across the University to the Scripps Ampitheater. I live in the Atkinson House, a residential Hall. My roommate is John Castro and he is majoring in sports, football to be exact. We have been roommates for a year now. His living style is atrocious. He leaves clothes everywhere, even on my side of the room. There is even pizza stuck to the walls and ceiling. At least I think it's pizza . . .
"Hey dude, what's up?" says John, throwing a sweaty jersey into my face. I peel it off my face with disgust.
"Just peachy John. This is exactly the thing I wanted to smell this early in the morning," I replied with sarcasm. John sprawled out on his bed and tossed his football up into the air and caught it repeatedly, ignoring my remark. "Seriously though, you really need to do your laundry and scrape that crap off the wall." John sniffs the closest pile of food on his wall.
"I think it might be pizza," he suggests. I slapped my hand to my forehead. "Whatever, I'll do it later."
"You always say that, yet look at the place!"
"Jeez! Leave me alone 'mom'. I cant stand all of your stupid cleanliness rules."
"It's called a healthy living style and it's what you should be doing weekly if not daily. If you don't like it, move out!" I yelled, pointing to the door .
"I will! I'm actually moving out this afternoon!"John said, feeling victorious. I turned back to my desk, letting him think he's won. Finally he's moving out. The only thing I feel bad for is his new roommate. I picked up my backpack and headed for the door.
"Make sure you send someone to clean this room before you leave," I said while closing the door.
I took my time while walking to the parking lot. Since it is pretty early in the morning, not many people are around. the weather is chilly and some dead leaves are rolling across the ground. The autumn breeze makes my cheeks red and cold, but I like it. I don't really like the warm weather unless I have a pool. Other than that, snow is really my thing. It reminds me of a place where families come together to talk and have warm drinks and get warm hugs. I stopped in my tracks and frowned. I've never been to that place before. I long for it but I know that I will never be able to see it.
I walked for a while longer and realized that I was already at my bike. I put my helmet on and raced out of the parking lot with the cold air biting at my skin. I headed to my workplace since I don't have any classes on the weekends. I work for the money but also to kill time. I mostly get money from either my mom or dad who are trying oh so hard to buy my happiness. I only use that money towards my college expenses, though. I don't like the idea of eating food with the money my parents gave me. Instead, I use my work paychecks for personal items like food and clothes.
I came back to the room in the late afternoon only to see the room almost spotless. I cant believe he got the stains off the wall. I threw my bag to the foot of my bed and saw a note on my desk. I looked at it with not much concern but picked it up anyway. It said: DORM ROOM APPROVAL FORM at the top. I guess they found someone to fill in the empty space in my room already. The name read: JOSELYN CLOCK. 'Hmm, what an interesting name' I told my self. I grabbed a pen from my drawer and signed the paper. I could care less about who lives with me, just as long as they are clean and not like John Castro. I put the paper in the mailbox outside my door and head off to eat dinner.
As I'm eating cafeteria ramen, I sit and think a little more about the new room mate. I've never really lived with a girl before. I didn't even read her synopsis of herself. What is she like? A crazy stalker? A party girl? Maybe a complete freak. I shouldn't have signed that paper. Oh well. I checked my watch. There's nothing I can do now, the floor manager got the mail already. Plus, I could always get a move out order if she is crazy.
I head back up to my room, yawning. Work was really boring. I opened the door, not bothering to turn on the light, and walked over to my bed. I took off my shirt and glasses and crawled into bed. Tomorrow, I meet my new room mate. "Joselyn Clock," I muttered to myself, "this will be interesting." Then I drifted off into a deep sleep.
I woke up the next morning with a knock on the door. I slowly got up and put my glasses on only to notice that there are a bunch of boxes all along the ground. "That's strange," I muttered. The knocking continued so I walked over to the door.
"Hello! Sorry for waking you up, but i accidentally locked myself out," a girl said sheepishly but fast. I looked her up and down. She had semi curled hair that was a dark caramel brown color. Caribbean blue eyes that stood out with her tanned skin. And was wearing a short yellow dress with small pink flowers and black ankle sandals.
I saw that one of the boxes that she was holding was about to fall and grabbed it.
"I'll take this one for you. Your name must be Joselyn Clock correct?" I asked. She took a look at me and blushed slightly.
"Yea, are you my room mate?" she asked, coming into the room.
"Yes," I placed the box on a pile and held out my hand, "My name is Kyle Carson." She placed her boxes down as well and shook my and with much enthusiasm.
"Pleasure to meet you. I'm an art and soccer major." Great, another sports fanatic. "I have just one kind of rule and that is to not leave the room a mess. I know you were kind of expecting this from a girl but I cant stand a messy environment." I stand corrected.
"Don't worry, I was just about to tell you the same thing. I major in literary arts."
"Oh, so we have a writer amongst us. Is that all you do?"
"No, I swim but I don't enter any competitions though."
"Hm, too bad. Could you put a shirt on 'cause I'm starting to feel a little bit uncomfortable." I looked down and realized I didn't have one on. I walked over to my closet and picked out a random shirt when I realized something.
"You know, your living with a guy so you should be expecting this," I commented while putting my shirt on. Joselyn's face turned red. "What, have you never seen a guys body before?"
"I have too! I have a boyfriend. Which reminds me," she said while opening random boxes, "I probably won't be here often, I will be with him most of the time."
"Then why do you care if I'm clean, wearing any clothes, or how I treat the room?"
"I want it to be nice for the times I am here," her tone changed from calm to frustrated, "and I want your clothes to be on because that's what a respectful room mate should do." There was a long silence in the room. I never understood why girls got so irritated. I guess I have to fix this if I don't want things to go off on a bad start.
"Sorry, it's just a test for new comers to see if they are sane or not." Joselyn looked up at me.
"So did I pass?" she asked.
"With flying colors. Now, I have to change my pants so if you don't want to see my junk, I suggest you turn around," I said smiling. She blushed again and quickly turned around. I chuckled and changed my pants. "I have to go to work so I won't be back til' the late afternoon."
"Alright, I might be going to be at my boyfriends anyways," she said. I grabbed my back pack and headed to the door.
"And by the way," I threw the room keys that she left on the desk at Joselyn, "Don't lock yourself out again." She caught the keys and stuck her tongue out at me. I laughed and left the room. I guess this new room mate, Joselyn, is going to be a lot better than John after all.