Chapter One: The New Roommate
Uhh, Olivia, seriously? I thought, frustrated at myself and my ridiculous nonsense. You’re getting a little bit out of hand there. How on earth are you gonna end up in a cult?
I hope my roommate will be nice and not too wild. Or, if that’s the case, I’ll just keep to myself like I usually do, I thought to myself since I was the first one to arrive.
I'm what you'd call a typical nerd. I love books and movies, I absolutely love studying and anything school-related, and I most definitely am not a party person.
This caused me to be quite isolated, especially in high school, but I didn’t really mind that. I had my best friend, Chloe. She was the absolute best. She’s a heck of a lot more outgoing than me, but that’s what was so great about us we balanced each other out.
This must be my roommate, I thought, getting a bit nervous.
Okay, now just breathe and open the door. You'll be fine, I thought to myself as I took a deep breath and opened the door.
On the other side was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. She was taller than me, but that doesn’t say much, considering I’m only 5’2. She had the most perfect tan skin I’d ever seen. Her gorgeously luscious golden brown hair perfectly outlined her face, where the most beautiful green eyes, outlined with the longest eyelashes, looked back at me.
She looked like a freaking model, no, scratch that, probably more like an angel.
Have I died and gone to heaven? I thought, getting a little self-conscious, knowing I was nowhere near as beautiful as she was.
On top of all of that, she had an hourglass figure, and everything was perfectly proportioned. Her face was the most gorgeous one I’d ever seen. And just ahh, how on Earth can someone be that freaking beautiful?
“Uh, hello, hello? Do you speak? Or do I have a mute roommate? I mean, I’m cool with that, but can I come in?” As she spoke, I snapped out of my trance and managed to utter a few words like an idiot.
“Uhh, uh, yeah, of course, come in, come in. I’m so sorry I just got mesmerized by your beauty. I mean, you are just so damn beautiful. Just, just wow!”
Ugh, God, I hate myself. I just made myself look like an utter dork in the first five minutes of meeting my roommate, I thought while mentally slapping my forehead.
“Why thank you,” she said with a sincere smile. “But um, sorry I didn’t quite catch your name there. I’m Jasmine, Jasmine Queen.”
Wow, her last name is Queen. Her last name couldn't be more fitting. And she sounds so incredibly nice. How can somebody be so beautiful and so nice? I thought, at the same time as realizing what an idiot I am, I didn’t even tell her my name.
“Haha, silly me,” I said with an awkward chuckle. “Hi, I’m Olivia Garcia. Most people just call me Olivia or Lulu. That's my nickname because my middle name is Lucy. So, umm yeah, you can just call me whatever you want. I mean, you can even come up with a new nickname if you don’t like these. It’s completely up to you,” I said, not being able to stop the flood of words coming out of my mouth.
GOD! Can I make myself look like any more of a dork? Uhh, I hate it when I get verbal diarrhea.
“Haha, wow, you sure talk a lot, don’t you?” she asked, amused.
“Yeah, I get verbal diarrhea when I’m nervous.” As soon as I let the last word of that sentence out of my mouth, I turned crimson red from embarrassment.
Why, why did I just say that.
“Verbal diarrhea? Well, that’s a new one,” she said as her eyes widened and face scrunched up a bit while still smiling. “I like you. I think we’re gonna be great friends,” she said with certainty.
Wow. I was not expecting that reply after making a complete fool of myself. But I’m glad she feels that way because, to be honest, I feel exactly the same.
“Really? Me too! Well, not exactly. I'm studying to be an actress for films and television. But I am also in the filmmaking program,” she said excitedly.
“That's pretty cool and quite a coincidence,” I said smiling. “So, what’s your favorite genre?” I asked, really excited to hear the answer.
“I love a good sci-fi, fantasy, or action movie, but my absolute favorites are musicals,” she said with a big grin.
I had an even bigger grin at that moment.
“Seriously? You’re kidding. Right? It’s the exact same for me,” I said, getting really excited.
Yay! Finally, someone with the same taste as me in movies and has a lot of the same interests, I thought, my grin starting to get even bigger, probably looking like the Cheshire Cat in the process.
I mean, don't get me wrong, Chloe and I had some of the same interests and a lot of good times, but more often than not, she was off doing something sporty and active while I was just chilling with my books or doing something creative. So, having someone with the same interests was new and exciting for me.
“Which one is your favorite?” she asked, just as excited as I was.
“Uff, that’s a hard question,” I answered, starting to think. “Hmm, I’d probably have to say that it’s a tie for first place between Bohemian Rhapsody and The Rocky Horror Picture Show, the new version. Although Burlesque is a very, very close second along with the original Rocky Horror.”
“Wow,” she said, surprised. “It's very similar for me, actually. For me, it’s Burlesque, first Footloose the old one second, and then The Rocky Horror Picture Show, the new one as well, in third.”
We kept on talking for a while after that. At first, we continued to talk about musicals and our favorite movies, but then we moved on to other things.
When Jasmine arrived, it was half-past two or something, meaning we had been talking for FIVE AND A HALF HOURS! That’s crazy. I had never before in my life talked to someone for that long. Especially not without realizing how fast the time passed.
“Seriously? It’s eight?”
“Wow, okay then,” she said, as a look of puzzlement crossed her face. “Now that I think about it, I’m starving. What about you? You game for some pizza or something?” she asked me.
Pizza is one of my absolute favorite things, and when it’s combined with good company and musicals, which we had decided to binge when we were done unpacking, nothing could top it. Nothing at all.
Without further notice, Jasmine was dialing the pizza place, and I was getting the dishes and some glasses ready.
The dorm came already equipped with everything, including dishes and all of that, but I preferred my own. And since that was one of the few boxes I had not unpacked yet, I started to rummage through the boxes in hope of finding the one I needed.
“I didn’t know what kind of pizza you liked, so I kind of just ordered one of everything,” she said, walking towards me from the sofa accompanied by an awkward chuckle.
Ugh. I groaned inside my head, frustrated at myself for not being quicker. Jasmine had finished ordering the pizza, and I still hadn’t found the bloody box.
“Yeah, yeah, no worries. I like pretty much anything on a pizza, so it’s fine,” I said, with my head still buried in a pile of our stuff.
“What on Earth are you doing?” Jasmine asked me, confused as to why I had my head buried in our stuff, probably looking like a complete dummy.
“Okay, this is probably gonna sound a bit silly, but I have this thing where I don’t like using stuff that god knows how many have used before me, so I’m looking for a box marked dishes, glasses, and more.” Everything I said came out pretty muffled, so how she understood a word of what I was saying was beyond me.
The only thing I heard after I said that was laughter, so now I felt like I’d completely made a fool of myself and was a hundred percent sure that she thought I was some crazy idiot.
Oh, great, Olivia. Now you’ve really done it. You’ve known her for what? Half a day? And you’ve already managed to make her think you’re crazy. God, I hate my big fat mouth sometimes.
As I got out of the pile of boxes, Jasmine was still laughing. “You probably think I’m some crazy idiot now, right?” I asked, as my cheeks started to get flushed from embarrassment.
“No, not at all, I feel the exact same way, but that’s not why I’m laughing,” she said, still chuckling.
“Then why are you?” I asked, majorly confused.
“Look to your left. Then you’ll understand why I’m laughing.”
I looked to my left and saw it immediately. Right there in the middle, literally screaming at me, was the box I was looking for.
Seriously Olivia, how much of a dumb-dumb do you have to be to miss that? I thought before I joined Jasmine in laughing at my silliness.
The pizza arrived shortly after my whole box fiasco, so we just sat down on the sofa and put on Footloose, a common favorite of ours.
We then both yawned in unison, making us laugh our asses off because we were both really giddy from being tired after having watched musicals and reenacting them for hours.
“Yeah, it really was,” she answered once we stopped laughing. “Alright, good night Olivia. Thanks for tonight. It truly was amazing. I look forward to our shopping trip tomorrow,” Jasmine said as she went into her bedroom.
“Yeah, good night Jasmine, tonight really was amazing, and I can't wait for tomorrow either,” I answered her as she closed the door.
This really has been one of the most fun nights I've ever had, and I can't wait to go shopping with Jasmine tomorrow because she has incredible taste in fashion, I thought as I plopped down on my bed, the soft mattress and pillow hugging me as the tiredness softly drifted over me, a huge grin still plastered on my face.