Imagines

Roommates (Windowsill Pt. II)

"Y/n, you got your overhead bag too right?"

I looked down at my hands, easily spotting the small black duffel. "Yes ma. I gotta go or I'm going to miss my flight though."

"Okay okay, I'm just.. I'm going to miss you so much, baby." Smiling, I pulled my mom into my arms, kissing her forehead before pulling back.

"I'll miss you too, so so much, I ap-"

"Last call for flight 29A to New York City, New York."

Throwing a quick smile and 'I love you' to my mother over my shoulder, I hurriedly sped off to my terminal.

A lot had changed in the last year. For one, I was finally out of high school. No more annoying teachers, early wake ups, or being treated like a child. I was eighteen now. A fucking adult. And after busting my ass off for four years I had finally been accepted to the college of my dreams: NYU.

I was hoping to get a fresh start here. No threats, no past, no problems. I had tried my best to forget that part of my life to help with the pain, and I didn't want to open it back up ever again.

Shuffling down the plane's aisle, I stuffed my duffel into the compartment over my seat and plopped down, preparing myself for the tedious flight ahead of me. Eight hours stuck in a plane with an old dude who didn't understand the definition of quiet breathing.

Yay.
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There was no sweeter feeling than watching the campus grow into view from the window of my Uber. With each new building I could spot, my breath was stolen straight from my lungs. "This is your stop."

Flashing a smile to the polite woman driving me, I hurriedly moved out of the car and grabbed my belongings. The Tandon School of Engineering's orientation building loomed in front of me, and after waiting in the longest line of students, I was finally in front of the desk. "Hey there! Name please?"

"Y/n Y/l/n."

"Okay, lemme just check a few things real quick." The well-groomed, dark skinned man squinted behind his glasses, eyes skimming over things on the screen in front of him. "It looks like you are in Othmer Hall, and I see here that you did not opt in for room switching? Are you sure about that choice?"

What could a roommate do that would honestly be so bad for me to need to inconvenience myself and move? Shrugging, I quickly answered. "Yes, sir."

"Well then, you are all set to go. Here is your student ID, directions to your dorm room, pamphlet with instructions on what to do from here, and your room key. Hope you have a great first year and a great rest of your day, miss y/l/n!"

"You too."

Finding my room was like finding a lost child in a zoo in the dead of summer, but after struggling for a couple of minutes, I finally persevered. Since my hands were pretty full, It took me a couple of tries to open it, but after the door swung open I looked around.

Guess my roommate wasn't here yet.

The left side of the room already had someone's belongings thrown on the bed, so I guess I would take the right. It didn't take me long to unpack, and about halfway through I heard the door opening behind me. I was standing on my desk chair, hanging a NYU poster, so I couldn't see her, but I would recognize the voice that spoke no matter where I was.

"Need any help?"

Losing balance, the chair flipped from under me, and I landed hard on my back on the middle of the carpeted floor. "Fuck."

"Oh my god, are you ok- Y/n?"

Still laying on the ground, I looked up into a pair of startling emerald eyes that I've tried so hard to forget. "Lauren." I dragged myself off of the floor and hesitantly moved my vision up to her face again.