Tamales

Zayn POV
I’m not here to fool anybody in telling this story. Leave that to scammers. But I am here to give you an insight on the world, we believe we have created.
We are not responsible for the mess we have started.
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College hasn’t even started yet and I’m already done trying. Do this in three days or you loose your spot. Reply to this email. Turn this is in to that office before classes. So much to do and no motivation.
College to me symbolically is a drag. Not a Rup Paul drag race, but a force that is like dragging around a dead body on a bumpy road. And that body being dragged is me because the thought of college makes me want to be anything metaphorically symbolizing wanting to be dead.
My motivation for college is a strong 4 out of 10. Yeah I know it’s “my future” but I'm still trying to find out the importance of homework while trying to juggle a life. And I don't want to be a clown to juggling it all out.
Today is move in day. Moving in, means getting a step closer in being an adult. Nobody telling me what to do, no curfews, drinking all the caffeine I want, and eating all the food I want. I'm frightened by the thought of this but it's nothing I can't handle.
I just arrived at the San Diego airport and I grab a taxi to drop me off at SDSU.
After the taxi drops me off on campus, I walk my way to the apartment.
I enter apartment with an optimistic view because I don’t know if I’m going to like this new change.
My heart steady as a frog ready to jump into a pond of life. I unlock the door, enter, and silence. None of my roommates are here yet and I like it that way.
FIRST DIBS IN CHOOSING A ROOM! I run straight to the single room. It's small but it will do to keep me away from... basically people.
I hear my phone ring and answer my phone.
"What do you want?"
"Hey, Zayn-ie! Are you in San Diego already?"
"Yes mom."
"Okay just making sure. How's the weather?"
"Horrible mother. A hurricane is on it's way and I won't be able to communicate for a year because water washes over technology."
"Ha-ha very funny. Well I'm already starting a care package for you so expect it in the two weeks. Anything you want in particular?"
"A horrible long distance calling plan."
"Okay, got it! Got to go anyways. Goodbye! Have fun and be safe!"
"Okay bye mum. Love you."
"Love you too. Bye."
Where was I thinking about now? Oh right. College is really starting in a week. Eye roll.
Niall POV
People say packing for college is the fun part of moving away because it’s like packing your life away from your parents. But for me it’s a challenge because I just didn’t know what to take. I guess you could say I’m not ready for the first day of the rest of my life.
I’m a natural brown hair boy dyed with blond dye, resting my elbow on the airplane window, staring into the lights below me as we are close to touch down on earth, thinking about life. If that doesn’t say anything about myself then I don’t know what does.
But the view is captivating. Hundreds of dots of light below. Hundreds of lives below with the expectancy of failure coming into their life. Isn’t that we all prepare for anyways? We prepare too much on what would happen if we fail and don’t prepare as much in success.
“Welcome to San Diego, California. It’s currently 7:30PM with an exterior temperature of 89 degrees fahrenheit.”
Oh my, 89 degrees this late? I might as well live in hell. But I got nowhere to go so I might as well enjoy hell while I’m at it.
I grab my luggage and make my way up to the loft. I’m excited to meet my roommates. Or maybe not. I don’t know. New friends that have impact into my lives isn’t what I look forward to.
I step inside the apartment and I hear a noise coming from the kitchen. I enter the kitchen and notice a guy, Mexican looking with long, black hair.
He’s by the sink eating cheese puffs as we awkwardly make eye contact for 5 seconds.
“Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Niall.”
“Um hey, I’m Zayn nice to meet you,” He says to me in with a mouthful of cheese puffs and extends his arm for a handshake. “So this is our apartment huh.”
“Yup.”
I stand in the middle of the apartment and look around. This is it. My home for the next year. The living room is in the far left with a small television, a couch. To the far right is the kitchen and kitchen table and in the middle is the hallway to go to the rooms.
“Hey did you choose your room already?”
“Yeah I took the single bedroom. Sorry.”
“Don’t worry it’s fine. I still get to choose a room.” I go down the hall and get the room with the wide window that oversees the parking lot. Not an exciting view but it’ll do.
Harry POV
It took me sometime to gather my thoughts about leaving my home country and go live the american dream in California. College is the start but leaving away from my father is the beginning.
Leaving away from the rich life felt like leaving the devil’s plan. I saw my father spend thousands of dollars away just for a night of fun when others can use that money for years of future life. That’s if they have a future.
I just don’t get how people spend lots of money on stupid stuff.
I once asked my father why he doesn’t he donate money to a charity and he replied, “Because why would I give thousands of dollars away to an organization I don’t even know about?” Nice comeback but he could ask his assistant to do the research for him.
I wanna say that kind of stuff is long gone but it bothers me at night not knowing where the money comes from.
But I’ve now left the devil’s plan and I’m hoping I’m now embarking onto god’s plan.
I’m now in college. I’m no longer playing the life of the high class. Entering college I’m now playing the life of middle class or possibly low class. . . I’m excited.
I grabbed my luggage and headed my way to grab a cab.
I make my way out of the luggage claim and noticed a guy in a suit with a sign that says, “Harry Styles.” . . . Um okay.
“Yes, I’m Harry Styles.”
“Oh hello sir, yep that’s you according to the description of a guy with long hair and curls. I have your car up front.”
“My car?”
“Yes, your car. Your father gave me orders to deliver it to the airport instead.” He grabs my luggage and leads the way to the front of the airport. In the front there is my car. A black Toyota Camry. Oh father, I’m trying to get away from your money but hey, it’s a car and if I’m going to be living here, I’m going to need it.
I put my luggage in the car, thank the man in the suit, get inside, crank up the radio, and get the fuck out of here and head to the dor- my new home. I smile at the thought of it.
I get inside the apartment and walk down the hall and on my right is a mexican and a blonde guy playing UNO, joyfully on the dinner table.
“Haha hello,” I say to them to break the ice so that’s not as awkward.
They both rushingly get up from the table to greet me.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Niall. Niall Horan.” The blond one says to me and shakes my hand.
“And I’m Zayn. Zayn Malik,” he says to me as he pushes Niall aside and shakes my hand.
“I’m Harry. Harry Styles.”
“Sick last name. Do you cut hair?” Zayn asks to me.
“Oh god Zayn.”
“What Neal? His last name is Styles.”
“No but I do know how to shave well.”
“Ew don’t even start.” Zayn says.
“Well.. You can leave your luggage in your room. The single is claimed by Zayn already and I got the first double by the bathroom. You can be my roommate or get the other room and wait for your roommate. We’re just waiting for the other mattress to arrive from Uni in my room.”
“I’ll just get the other room.”
“Well you can go ahead and get settled.”
“Okay thanks.”
I make my way to the room and I hear Zayn mumble, “Yeah I can tell he doesn’t cut hair.”
My room is a tiny room with two twin beds, two desks, and one huge mirror that could be used to look at myself. I’m a high class fashionista making ends meet in my new middle class lifestyle. Can’t wait.
Louis POV
“Welcome to Sunny San Diego,” the cab driver suggested.
San Diego will be sunny everyday but it’s all worth it because I’m running away to something new.
I’m not very much excited with all this new educational beginnings as my mother says but what get’s me more excited is the hot people who live in California. I’ve heard they are the most optimistic people in the world. They don’t judge you if you are wearing pajamas to the grocery store at 3 in the afternoon, they don’t even question why a white man is shopping at a Mexican store. Things sounded great in San Diego.
But this time I’m ready to run. To escape from my hometown and follow the sun into sunny San Diego.
This is college. I’m already pledged to be four years into college. I’ll never look back now.
But this time I know for sure I’m ready to run into my new life.
I get out of the cab, grab the key to the apartment, insert, and turn the key to open the door. Here goes the no fear zone.
I open the door and walk down the hallway and on my right, sitting on the kitchen table, is a handsome man with long brown curls. We suddenly make eye contact. There’s a lightning in his eyes that I couldn’t deny, showing me his persona. Then there’s me inside a sinking boat, melting to his looks, and running out of time before we make things awkward.
“Well hello! You must be our other roommate.”
“Yes, hello, I’m Louis.”
“I’m Harry.” He says as he pulls his hand out of his coat and offers a hand shake. The handshake feels like shaking Severus Snape’s hand. He can either be the good or the bad guy in this story but the cold from his ring suggests something else. It’s like a bolt that sends a signal to my brain that says everything will be alright. My heart beats faster to his smile as he shakes my hand. I totally needed this.
“You can leave your baggage in the room thats down the hall on your left. You could be my roommate I guess. I really don’t mind.”
“Haha alright thanks. Don’t worry I won’t be a weird roommate.”
“I wouldn’t think so. Come on I’ll take you to get you settled in.”
He leads the way down the hall as I stare at a guys most important value. The butt. His butt doesn’t show much through his jeans but even though it isn’t as big as mine, it would be small enough to be have a plain white ass, with butt cheeks that with one touch there is a red mark. I’m so thankful I’m sharing the room with him.
Liam POV
I counted all my mistakes and this isn’t one.
One step in, one step out of the cab to enter to this place: the land of the free. I don’t even know what that means to have freedom in American but I do know it’s freedom because I’m leaving my hometowns ignorance.
My parents think I’m an undeclared major student but passing by the dozens of Mexican shops, the excitement of Mexicans when they have tamales in their hands at the parking lot of Walmart, and watching the murals of Mexican culture, I think I’ve changed my mind.
It’s time I enter my layer.
I enter and walk down the hallway and notice a blonde guy and a dark black hair playing uno on the table. Sick! A Mexican is my roommate!
“You must be our next roommate. Hi I’m Niall.” He offers a hand shake in which I convert into a side high five and a fist bump.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Liam Payne.”
“Pain? Like P-A-I-N?” Says the wet Mexican. He’s a good looking fella.
“No P-A-Y-N-E it’s British.”
“Ah, I’m Zayn.” He offers the hand side ways high five and fist bump. He know’s what’s up. I love Mexicans. They just get me.
From behind I see two other guys getting up from the sofa to greet me.
“I’m Harry. H-A-R-R-Y. Spelled the American way.”
“We were spelling out last names not first names.” Zayn says to Harry.
“I’m just saying.”
“Well nice try being funny.”
“I’m Louis. L-O-U-I-S. The S is silent.” Now he gives me a handshake. Hm. Weird.
“Is it really?” Zayn asks.
“Yeah it’s a weird British thing.”
Watching the four get along shows this is where I belong. Harry smiling, Louis oddly staring, making his smile wider, Niall laughing, and well Zayn is staring at them with a mysterious look.
They look like fun fellas and with me joining in, things won’t be so bad. I now, possibly, love college. Sidenote: I’m saying that now because classes haven’t even started yet.

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