After an hour of my mom warning me against parties and boys, she finally makes her move to leave. She hugs and kisses me goodbye and tells Noah she will meet him in the car.

"I will miss having you around everyday," he says softly and pulls me into his arms. I inhale his cologne the one I bought him two Christmas' in a row and sigh. I will miss this smell.

"I will miss you too, but we will talk every day," I tell him and hug him tighter. "I wish you were here this year," I say and nuzzle into his neck.

Noah is only a couple inches taller than me, but i like that he doesn't tower over me. He kisses me goodbye as my mom honks the horn. After Noah and my mom leave, I unpack my bags and lay across the bed. I already feel lonely and it doesn't help that my roommate is gone. I have a feeling she will be gone a lot. Why couldn't I get a roommate who loved to stay in and read or study? I suppose it could be a good thing because I will have the small room to myself. Before bed, I take out my planner and write in my classes for the semester and my potential meets for the literary club I plan on joining. I pencil in a trip off campus tomorrow to get some more things for my dorm room. The fact that I don't have a car yet will make it a little difficult, maybe I should look for a car. I have enough money from graduation gifts, I just do not want the stress of owning a car right now. I am living on campus so there are plenty of buses that run through. Eventually, I close my planner and fall asleep.

The next morning, Steph is not in her bed. I would like to get to know her, but I might as well not if she is the type of person that stays out all night. Maybe one of the two boys that she was with was her boyfriend. I hope it was the blonde one for her sake. I grab my toiletry bag and make my way to the shower room. One of my least favorite things about dorm life so far is the showers, why can't each room have it's own instead of a community shower room? It's awkward, but at least it wont be co-ed. That's what I had assumed until I reached the door, sure enough there are two figures on the sign, one male and one female. Ugh. Boys in the shower room is going to be awkward. I will just have to set an alarm to take mine extra early when it will hopefully be empty.

The shower takes too long to get ward and I am paranoid that someone will pull back the thin curtain separating my naked body from a room of both sexes. Everyone seemed to be comfortable despite the fact that they shouldn't be. College life is strange so far. That shower stall is tiny, lined with a small rack to hang my clothes on while I shower. I find my mind drifting to Noah and my friends back home. I am distracted as I turn around and my elbow knocks into the rack, causing my clothes to fall onto the soaked floor. The water continues to fall onto them, completely soaking them.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I groan to myself. I turn the water off and wrap my towel around myself, grabbing my pile of heavy, soaked clothes and rush down the hall, desperately hoping no one sees me. I reach my room and shove the key in, instantly relaxing, until I turn around to see the curly haired boy sprawled across Steph's bed.