The train ride was torturous. Like, seriously, it should be illegal for trains to take so long getting from place to place. When the train finally arrived, I grabbed my extremely nerdy and geeky bags and dismounted, heading to the-well, my-dorm. I finally reached Opinor University and went to my dorm.
"Sup?" a voice called as I entered.
"Um, uh, hi." I stuttered. Did I mention that I am possibly the most socially awkward human being in the multiverse?
"I'm your roomie, Alita. Just Aly though."
"Oh, cool. I'm Claire." I managed to say without making a fool of myself.
"So we each have a bed, a desk, and a closet. Just don't fuck up my side and we'll get along fine." Aly said, bored. "I'll let you do your thing. Want anything from McDonald's?"
I flinched and blurted, "Why would I want anything from there? They don't even serve real food!"
Aly just laughed and swung out the door. "Damn straight!"
I set about fixing up my side. I spread my Hero of Heart comforter over the generic bed, I placed my little TARDIS USB hub on the desk, right beside my glowing Minecraft torch I used as a lamp. I set my laptop, decorated in stickers from all sorts of fandoms, down on my desk as well. Yes, I am a real college student. I shoved my clothes messily into my closet and pinned up all the pictures of downloaded fanart on a cork board I brought in and hung above my bed. I hooked my laptop bag, decorated with the Midnight Crew, on one of the bedposts. Stepping back, I admired my handiwork. Needs to be...twenty percent cooler. I pulled out my collection of My Little Pony vinyls and decorated my desk with them. Perfect.
"Whoa, what are you, five?" Aly asked, walking in, fries in hand.
"N-no, just a...fangirl." I shrugged, snatching a fry and turning on my laptop.
"Ha! And you owe me a fry now." Aly laughed, flopping on her bed. I blinked, staring at her. I tend to do that a lot. Her hair shone black and her eyes were glittering emerald green. Her skin was darker than you'd imagine that hair-eyes combination to be, and she wore a plain purple tank top and those seemingly universally owned black leggings. Seriously, where do they keep getting those? "Yo, Claire!" Aly practically yelled, shocking me out of my thoughts. "Why are you staring so much?"
"Whatever. Just don't watch me while I sleep, okay?"
"Don't worry, I'm not Gamzee."
"Who? Well, it doesn't matter, I'm going to bed." Aly dissmissed, falling back onto her bed. "Night!"
"Good night." I answered, walking into my closet to change into my Gamzee pajama pants and my Harry Potter tee. After I changed, I curled up in my bed and started writing fanfic on my phone. What? You thought I was going to go to sleep?