Never, love, it’s just hard to wrap my head around..
Then I won’t say it again. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.
No worries, dear. Those words are gonna stay engraved in my memory forever…
I regret saying it already…
For some reason I just don’t believe you…
Which probably works in my favour as well, now that I think about it.
Afraid now, aren’t you?
Huh… Blonde roots… Maybe you are natural…. Uh-oh…
Sally pushed her glasses up her nose, she only needed them when she was reading but she rather liked the way she looked in them from time to time. She was finally done searching for all her books in the book store and wondered how she was going to read all of these in time. But the three bags of books swayed at her sides knocking into her legs leaving little bruises as she made her way across campus to her dorm room.
She was excited and slightly worried, she hadn’t roomed with anyone other then her father and this was the first time she didn’t have to deal with him, it was liberating and terrifying at the same time. She put on a smile as she walked into the dorm room and tossed the bags on the bed with a sigh. “What a work out!” She smiled over at her room mate.
Bored. That’s what Meg was. Bored with a capital B and a drawn out O. She moved around her dorm room debating doing one thing and deciding to do another than ultimately doing nothing. It was a long, drawn out, and useless pattern of events, but hey, who was anyone to tell Meg what she should or shouldn’t be doing? Hermes mewled though, protesting her constant movement. It seemed like Meg was never home and the once wild bobcat was restless for her attention. Finally he managed to get her to stop. “Ok, cat,” she mumbled, throwing herself down on to her bed, “Just chill out…” The cat purred a happy reply, rubbing himself all over her legs and arms, pleading for her touch.
That was when the door opened. At first Meg and Hermes froze, defenses on high alert. Who was it exactly that though they could just waltz into their room? When Meg saw the girl though, the bags in her hands, the overly eager smile plastered on her face like something out of a brochure, she knew. Roommate. “All this time it’s just been me and you, now suddenly someone wants to move in,” Meg mumbled, running her fingers through the tuff of hair that stood high on Hermes shoulders. The bobcat settled slightly, but still never took his eyes off of the girl. “It’s only a few flights of stairs,” Meg said finally, turning to look at the girl for the first time with an unamused tilt in her head, “If that’s all you’ve got in you, college might not be for you.”
No, not really..
Well that’s good to hear at least,
So I reckon you don’t wanna play football?
I’ll play. But try not to cry when you lose.