Forever Yours

Chapter 2

After finding my RA and getting my room assignment, I began walking through the building, my anxiety getting even worse by the second, every step I took felt like my feet were filled with lead.

I just hope and pray that my roommates are nice at least and that they're all girls. I guess the regular dorms were overcrowded so they put me in the gender-inclusive dorms, meaning I could be with a guy but the RA said that wasn't likely since I'm a freshman. But unlikely doesn't mean impossible.

I took the elevator up to the third floor and started looking for room 315. Once at the door I tried to calm my nerves.

It's gonna be okay, I thought to myself, Mr. Moo is waiting for me in my bag and I'll have my own room for once and I can be little as soon as I unpack.

I grabbed my key and unlocked the door. The lock slowly clicking. I walked into the apartment and was shocked to see how nice it was.

The entry way looked into an open area that combined a kitchen, living, and small dinning room. With hallways on either side of the space that must've lead to the bedrooms.

The kitchen was a marble white color with stainless steel appliances, much nicer than anything I've ever owned. There was an island opposite of the stove that sat against the entry wall.

The dinning room was set up by a big window that overlooked campus. The living room sat in front of the dining table while the kitchen on the side. The set up was basic, just a glass table and a set of 4 chairs. And one of the hallways between the kitchen and dining room, leading to a single room and a bathroom across the little hall.

The living room was decorated nicely with accent pillows and blankets on what looked like the softest couch ever.

I can't wait to snuggle up with my stuffies on that couch and watch Tangled!

Ugh no, I don't have time for little thoughts, I need to be big and unpack. Not that I have much to unpack anyways.

On the other side of the room was the other hallway with two rooms across from each other.

I decide to find a room that's not occupied, so I start with the single room, hoping to be far from my roommates.

I was pleased when I opened the door and was welcomed with an empty room with nothing bed a bed, desk, dresser, and closet. The bed was nestled in the far corner from the door by a big window, the desk sat nicely next to the bed doubling as a nightstand. Finally the dresser was across from the bed on the other wall by the door next to the closet.

While many would think this is bare for a room, this is more than I've ever experienced or even asked for in my life. I'm so grateful to be here. This is my new start and nothing can ruin this for me. Not even Mr. Meanie.

I began unpacking, putting my clothes away first, making sure to hang all my dresses and skirts so they don't wrinkle. Then I make my bed with the comforter and sheet set I bought before coming. It's covered in flowers and green plants with a pale yellow background. Next I add my blankies, I only have two but that's plenty for now, to my bed and place my stuffies on my bed in a little cocoon in the corner by my pillow.

Ending with some finishing touches, I hang up the few posters I've kept over the years and string up my old Christmas lights with shaky fingers.

After about an hour and a half I was finally done setting up my room. I looked around content at all I had done. It might not be much, but it's mine.

I changed into some comfy clothes, fuzzy pajama shorts and a Strawberry Shortcake tee shirt. I tossed on my Tinkerbell slippers and headed out to see if my roommates were here yet.

When I stepped out into the living area I froze in my spot.

There in front of me was none other than Mr. Meanie. He was sat at the island eating a bowl of what I assumed to be cereal, his hair messed up as if he was running his hands through it.

He didn't see to see me at first, but I must have let my surprise out and gasped when I saw him because suddenly I was staring into those piercing green eyes once again.

I quickly look away, not having the confidence to make eye contact with him, not after everything.

"What are you doing here," he hissed as he stood from his seat, carefully but quickly striding towards me.

I sink back slightly, not sure what he was doing or what he wanted me to say. He made it sound like I was trespassing.

"Um. . ." I freeze. I know I have every right to be here, I mean it's literally my dorm, but something about how he asked makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong.

"Ummm," Mr. Meanie mocked, "I don't have all day little one."

Suddenly my eyes snap to him. What did he just call me? Little one?

I love that name when I'm little, but he's being mean, I don't want him calling me that, it's supposed to be special. I pouted in my head as I thought about it.

"I was assigned this dorm," I whisper looking down at my slippers, "it's my first year and the regular dorms are overcrowded." I explained.

"Well clearly there has been a mistake. Underclassmen don't room with upperclassmen. We are juniors, we aren't trying to be stuck with some whiny freshman," he scoffed. I felt tears sting my eyes, but I promised not to cry in front of this i***t.

"Well it's not like I want to be stuck here with you," I roll my eyes, watching his jaw tick at the action. "But it seems we don't always get what we want." I smirk.

"Keep with the attitude little girl and you'll be begging them to move you." His eyes darkened as he stepped closer.

Suddenly I felt trapped in the little hallway, his eyes burning holes into me. The hallway felt too small. Too hot. Too dangerous.

I snapped my attention down to avoid his deadly gaze.

I quickly moved my hand to the side, grabbing my doorknob and bolting into the little room.

My heart thuds as I lock my door. I climb into bed with Mr. Moo replaying the events in my head.

So much for a fresh start.