She's a girl who remembers, and he's a boy who forgot.
Danny Rainier, Elise Rainier's granddaughter, a teenage girl whose starting her first year at liberal arts school, the same one Dalton Lambert.
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Liberal arts
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I walk through the corridors littered with boxes and people, carrying my own load, boxes half open, clothes hanging out almost onto the floor and my portfolio sliding through my fingers.
I turn my attention up towards the corridor when I see Dalton's dad walking towards me, rubbing his face with slightly red eyes. He pulls his hands away and forces a smile when he notices me ahead of him.
"Danny, hi."
"Hi Mr Lambert. Dalton here already?" I ask.
"Yea, he's in his room 365, I'm just headed out. I'll see you around." He rushes past me darting through the hoard of freshers, I wonder why he's in such a rush to leave.
I keep walking towards my room until it clicks, room 365. My room number, Daltons room number.
365 suddenly appears in front of me, the door slightly open.
I take a breath before pushing the door open to see Dalton pacing, playing with his cap. Rough goodbye with his dad, I guess.
Turns out I made more noise than I intended to pushing through the door, causing Dalton to turn around startled.
"Danny?" He asks. I flash a smile before turning to dump my stuff on the empty bed.
"Dalton hey." I turn my head away from him to hide my flustered face, partly because of the weight I've been carrying up 7 flights of stairs and partly because of, well, Dalton. Let's just say he definitely suits that backwards cap and flannel look.
I turn back around after a few moments of silence to see Dalton stood with a blank look on his face.
"Something wrong?" I ask, dropping my sketchbook onto the desk.
"Yeah, sorry. I knew I was rooming with a Danny, but I just figured you'd be, you know, a guy."
"Oh. Well it's a liberal art school, I guess that's not really their biggest concern." I reply.
"Yeah, probably just got confused by the name Danny."
"Right. Because that would never happen with a name like Dalton." I raise my eyebrows as a smile makes its way onto Dalton's face.
"Well I can uh, go down to the housing office and get this sorted out."
"Oh don't worry I'll go, you're more settled in than I am anyway I can just get a new room and go." Dalton gives me a small nod before I walk out of the room heading down to the housing office.
Now I just have to find where the hell it is.
A/N
Damn the Lamberts are stresseddd
Danny's really living out my dreams of knowing both Ty Simpkins and Patrick Wilson
