More Than Friends

One

Clad in only black pants and a Maroon chiffon top, hair tied back in a ponytail, luggage in one hand; bags placed on top of bags. And a sheet of paper on the other hand.

Helena walked into the corridor almost crowded with students. Staring up at the signs on the door and the sheet in her hand from time to time.

Stopping at one door after staring at the sign, ‘room 19A’, it read.

Checking and straightening some rumpled parts on her pants she proceeded to knock on the door.

It flung open and a girl almost the same age as Helena but just slightly older stood there in the doorway in a short white floral dress.

Brown eyes,long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, cute face, and a heart melting smile.

“Hey!”she greeted, excitement in her voice and all over her face.

“Hey”, Helena returned, clutching the paper in her hand slightly.

Of course she had been a little bit worried and nervous of how her roommates were going to turn out to be.

Whether they’d be nice or a pain in the ass, she was about to find out.

“I was assigned to this room”, she smiled nervously.

“Ohh—Sammy, the new girl’s here”, the girl retracted and shouted back into the room.

She turned back to her.

“Welcome!, I am Louise”, she raised her hand and placed it on her chest.

“You’re?”, she asked, eyes glinting with excitement.

“—Helena”, she completed and shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

“Come on in”, Louise said and reached out for Helena’s luggage.

“Ohh—thanks but—”, she reaches for the same bag.

“Com’on, I just wanna help”, Louise says and takes the bags from her leading her into the room.

She walks in eyes darting around, the room was still spacious even with all the furniture in it.

Dragging the bags inside Louise turns to her.

The inside of the room was painted a very light grey color.

There were three beds in the room. Two on opposite sides of the wall and the last one by the window. Her eyes fell on ‘sammy’ she just laid there on the bed by the window, book in hands, face scrunched up in a frown.

Louise caught on to what she was looking at and quickly stepped in front of her and

introduced, “ That’s Samantha”.

Helena nodded.

“Sammy com’on say ‘hi’ to Helena”, she urged.

Sammy rolled out of the bed and sat at the edge, eyeing Helena closely.

“Hi”, she greets and stands up.

“Hi”, Helena waves.

She took in Samantha.

She had short, black hair with bangs styled in a clear black and platinum blonde split-dye, partly covering her forehead. Eyebrows piercings and pale, icy blue eyes.

She was in a sleeveless black tank top and loose ripped black jeans.

She walked past Helena towards the door, opened it and exited the room.

“Don’t mind her, she’s always like that”, Louise smiled assuringly.

“She’d have to get used to you being here, eventually”, Helena smiled back.

“You can take the bed by the window side if you want”, she offered.

“Isn’t that Samantha’s…”, she trailed off looking at Louise.

“No it isn’t, this is hers”, she states pointing to the bed at her left hand side.

“Okay”, Helena says, walks to the soft furniture and sits on it.

*****

~The next day~

Helena rushes through the hallway, obviously lost and late to her first class.

Books in hands and “sorry!” now and then to everyone in her way as she glided through.

Suddenly without warning, she ran straight into someone walking out of a class.

Books fell to the floor and her auburn hair bounced slightly.

Muttering a ‘sorry’ she quickly bent down to pick her books without even sparing a glance at him—her—or them.

Standing up after packing her books, she held them to her chest and glanced at who she’d just run into.

Her eyes locked unto his, and a feeling of familiarity surged from within.

Pale, icy blue eyes stared back down intently into her deep golden brown eyes.

She looked away quickly and put a stray hair that had fallen to her face behind her ear.

“I’m so sorry”, she quickly states and looks at him again.

Taking in his appearance.

His blonde hair caught her eyes. His handsome facial features were as evident as his striking height.

God!! He was so tall.

He looked down at her. His silent gaze boring into her as she impatiently waited for him to say something.

She heard a chuckle and looked at him again

“Obviously this wasn’t a mistake, you clearly staged it, acting like a victim won’t make me fall for you”, he finally spoke, a glare in his eyes that dared her to respond.

She looked at him shocked and taken aback.

Then her eyes caught the watch on his wrist, ‘10:54’ it read.

“I’m so so sorry, would have really loved to continue chatting, but I’m late, let’s catch up later that’s if you don’t mind”, and with that she dashed away, into the crowd and down the hall.