You and Me (Private) Could Write a Bad Romance

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    The Angelic One


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    Today was going to be great! I could just feel the excitement rushing through my veins. This was my first year, out of 785 of them, that I actually get to participate in worldly college! I smiled as I drive up the large campus, parking my car in one of the parking places. All my forms had been delivered, my interview had gone as smooth as a whistle, and now I had to buy my books and get the keys to my dorm. Nothing could possibly stop me from having a good day.


    I decided to leave all my bags in the car until I could get someone to help me with them. I locked my car and began heading for the main bulding. As I strolled on the sidewalk up to the building, I scanned my surroundings. There were some of the most beautiful cherry blossom trees I had ever seen. The sky was a nice pale gray colour, looking as if it were about to rain. To me, that was a perfect sight.

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    bump for me later?


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px transparent solid; width: 400px;][justify][font=georgia][sup][size=7pt][color=#000000]Ugh, more school. High school throughout the years had been bad enough, but now I have to suffer another university, too? Pushing my glasses back onto my nose and dragging a hand through my long black hair, I allow myself to gaze upon my surroundings.


    It's plain and boring. To me, that is. Most would see it as a fantastic sight, with a tall building stocked full of nice, comfy furniture and free food, but I saw it merely as the door to my prison cell where I would be spending the next two years. I'd already been here for a few years, and was a junior in college at this point. I figured the freshmen would be arriving shortly, as they usually did.


    As I neared the entrance, a mere suitcase in hand, my eyes fell over a rather intriguing girl. What instantly caught my attention was that striking white hair - a bold choice, but also radiating a sort of angelic aura. Her face was bright, cheerful-looking, and it made me envious. In a bad way, though. Tearing away my eyes, I scoffed and headed in, trying not to let my jealousy at others' happiness get in my way of settling in. Maybe my roommate wouldn't be so bad this year.


    /to further the plot, how about they end up as roommates?


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    I headed inside as well, following behind a few more people. I came up to one of the three desks lined up in the hallway. I came up to the one that didn’t have the longest line. “Hi, I’m Marie Monroe.”, I said to the older gentleman sitting at the desk. “Ah, yes, Marie. All you need is your keys. You books have already been paid for and are in your dorm room. You’ll be rooming with another girl in the West Wing of the school, or the Bookman Wing. I hope you have a great time studying with us, Ms. Monroe.”, he said, smiling as he handed my the keys to my room. “Thank you, sir.”, I said as I nodded and began walking out the entrance to the West Wing.


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    I sighed as I finally reached my room, unlocking the door and walking inside. I smiled at the sight. This was place was great! It was like an apartment! So big, spacious and everything was white. This was good since I had a minimalistic style. I walked and spun around happily, celebrating my success.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8][color=black]Humming a simple little tune, I walk over to registration, tell them, "Danielle Wrymwood," and am handed my keys to my dorm, which is the same as last year. I head towards the West Wing confidently and blink in slight surprise upon noticing the door already unlocked. My roommate must have arrived before me. Slowly easing the door open, I peer inside to find the white-haired girl from outside spinning around happily inside.


    My momentary pause in the wide doorway was likely one second too long, but I quickly regain my composure and walk past, dragging a single suitcase behind me. I don't need much else; a few of my things are already here, like my bedding, school bag, and clock. Plus a few posters, but that wasn't something most put much thought to. Setting my luggage on my bed, I sit down and gaze across the floor at the cheerful being who appears to be my roommate. My hazel eyes are slightly narrowed, in both curiosity and suspicion, but I refuse to be the one to speak first.

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    As soon as I heard the door creak open, I stopped my spinning, looking around to see a dark haired girl. She seemed to be a very negative being which made me feel like I was getting nauseous. I quickly grabbed the choker around my neck, rubbing the little crystal that dangled from it. Within seconds, I could feel myself getting better. "Sorry for that little show there, I'm Marie. I guess I'll be your roommate this year.", I said, smiling as I rubbed the crystal.


    //sorry for the sort post, I didn't have that much time to post.

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    At her mindless act of rubbing the crystal dangling around her neck, I looked on intently. She seemed to find a certain degree of serenity in the piece of jewelry, I noted, something I'd remember. Her introduction was met with a brief nod. Ruffling my ebony hair behind my head, as I usually did, I told her, "I'm Danielle." It'd be awkward if she didn't know my name, right? This Marie girl hopefully wouldn't be too bad; so long as she didn't call me Dani. The only people I allowed that nickname from were my demon "friends". And even that wasn't really much of a choice. Anyways, something about this girl struck me as off. I couldn't quite place my finger on it, but it bugged me that I couldn't determine exactly if that was a good or bad thing.

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    I smiled and nodded, curtsying a bit. "Nice to meet you. Say, uhm... Do you think you could help me bring some of my bags in? It's only five. I'll grab three and you grab two?", I suggested, finally letting go of my crystal. Sure, I may be an angel, but I don't really worship God. Yes, I believe in him, I know he is real, but I focus more on nature. You could say I am a Christian-Wiccan.


    I smiled, still waiting for her reply. As I did, I noticed that what I assume was her things, was still here. Guess I was too excited with getting to actually be here that I just blanked out.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8][color=black]At her tiny little curtsy, I felt my head tip to the side, eyeing her oddly. She was definitely not like any other roommate I'd ever had. Perhaps that would make my stay here this year more interesting. It'd be pretty cool if I could get her to do some fun stuff with me, too. Of course, that meant illegal things. So, a half-smile tugging at my red lips, I nodded to Marie. "Why not?" Cracking my knuckles, I took a few steps towards the door, turning back to say, "Show me where."


    I didn't know where her car was, which I assumed was where her luggage was. After all, I wasn't a stalker. Despite being a demon, I had some decency. And I actually didn't go too far in illegal activities. Just minorities, like petty theft and college pranks. It was fun, if you ignored the teasing I got from some of the other demons, whom I rarely conversed with.

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    I giggled and hurried out into the hallway. "Thanks for helping. I can tell we are going to get along already.", I said as I smiled and walked down the long corridor. Once I reach the big oak double doors leading to the main building, I headed through them and out the front doors. Since I had not yet explored the dorm, I wondered if we both had out own rooms and bathrooms or if we had to share one. And were there enough dishes and food stored in the kitchen for the both of us? Despite these questions, remained positive and excited to begin college.


    As soon as we made it back out to my car, a 1977 White El Camino in almost perfect condition. I unlocked the car and opened the trunk. I pulled out three of the larger suitcases, leaving the smaller two for Danielle. "Again, thank you for helping me.", I said, turning to her and giving a sweet smile.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8][color=black]At this, I said nothing. It was better not to bring down her hopes; she'd likely learn soon enough that I didn't make friends, anyways. I mean, I'm definitely not the easiest to get along with. But nothing would be worse than living with a roommate crying all the time because her "buddy" didn't like her. So, sighing against her cheerful attitude, I followed the white-haired teen out to her car, finding it to be as bright as her personality.


    I noticed that she chose to carry the three largest. Honestly, I couldn't carried two of those easily and made her life a bit less stressful, but offering help for charity wasn't my style. So, giving nothing but a grunt of understanding, I bent down to pick up the two suitcases, which were light for the most part. Something about the smile on her face made my heart twitch, though I figured that was just the weirdness of doing something nice for once. My own lips remained in a straight line, still showing no signs of enjoyment or real emotion.


    Going on ahead, I used my foot to close the trunk of her car for her, and began heading back up to the room without so much as a word. I expected she was following me, considering she needed to bring the rest of her luggage up as well. And since we had left the door unlocked, it wasn't necessary to bring out any keys to open it with. "Where do you want these?" I eventually questioned when we reached the dorm.

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    Luckily, before we left my car, I locked it back up and chased after Danielle. She was a serious and not very talkative. I used to be that was as a teen. But then I began feeling more confident in myself. Less insecure. I was like a totally different person, but I still get into some bad depression at times. I guess that explains why 'I'm not a true angel'.


    I rolled my eyes at the thought as we entered the dorm, setting my bags down onto the couch. "Just set them here.", I replied, stepping back and taking a seat at one of the bar stools. I sighed quietly and looked around the dorm. Sure, it had pops of colour here and there, but it needed some more. I knew just what to do to liven the place up. Then again, dreariness is always nice.


    "So how long have you been going here?", I asked, studying the girl's face, smiling sweetly. I reached up to my crystal, rubbing and twirling it gently. The crystal was a soft purple colour, specks of light blue mixed with the inner colour of purple. It was soothing to look at as it was to touch.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8][color=black]The dorm was as it was. I had never bothered to liven it up; so the walls remained a subtle navy shade with a few wallpaper flowers. I personally didn't own many bright things, so my own side of the room wasn't very colorful. It had differing shades of gray and pale yellow and purple, but that was about it. Others' opinions on me had never had much of an effect in my life, so clearly I'd never taken their advice when they told me to be more cheerful and social. It wasn't that I was antisocial or had a lack of confidence; I just didn't like humanity. Never found a reason to.


    As Marie set down her own bags, brushing past me in the doorway, I moved to drop the two suitcases I was carrying beside hers. God, she had a lot of stuff! Was it even necessary to carry that many items? I supposed some didn't like to leave anything behind. At her question, I took a hand through my hair, leaning back on my bed. "I've been here three years," I told her easily, my eyes watching her movements curiously.


    Something about this girl was quite enticing; it was a strange aura she radiated, but I knew that the only way to find out was by making conversation. So I continued our little talk, inquiring, "And this is your first year, right?" Roommates generally stayed the same until one of them graduated. On the rare occasion something happened, one might request a dorm change, but I suspected that wasn't the case. Marie didn't seem like the type people hated and wanted to get away from.

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    //I never did get a form for your character so I'm kind of unclear about her looks and personality.


    I nodded to her question, releasing my grip on the crystal. "Indeed. I'll be studying as much art, writing, and architecture I can.", I said as I moved some of my bags into the floor, plopping down onto the couch. I sighed in relief as I closed my eyes for only a second. "So what are you studying?", I asked, looking over to the lovely dark haired girl.


    It felt as if heat radiated from her. Like she was made of f*cking lava or something. Goodness gracious! I felt as if I'd break a sweat from just being around her. Call me crazy, but her looks did the same. I bit my lip gently, studying her silently.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify]/ah yes, apologies for that and the late reply! I've been busy, and working on her bio a little bit every once in a while. it'll be in a spoiler at the end of this post. c:


    Art, writing, and architecture... What an interesting choice. It already told me plenty about this girl. She clearly had a creative side, and enjoyed doing her own thing. These weren't bad qualities. And so far they'd proven true by her acts and little habits, like playing with that crystal around her neck. Was that a nervous habit? I tended to have the effect of making others uncomfortable, so it wouldn't surprise me.


    At her question, I blinked slowly, allowing myself to recall my course for this year. "Performing arts," I told her, specifying with, "Dancing." Ever since I'd come up to earth from hell, I'd been fascinated with dancers' abilities to move so gracefully and effortlessly. I aspired to be like them, although having passion for things other than torture methods and misery were looked down upon back home. Actually, it's one of the reasons I rarely went there any more.


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    //Holy muffins *.* That was awesome... Do you mind If I start using that format for my bios? And I can't see the picture. Mind sending the link separately?


    "I used to practice dancing as a child, it was really fun. I liked all the classic dances and then I got into all that stuff where it was like hip-hop-ish.. I dunno.. But it was like you were moving like a robot. That stuff is killer. I probably sound like a total idiot right now..", I explained, giving a nervous laugh. I smiled up at the girl and then looked down to one of my suitcases.


    "So where would my bed be?", I asked, obviously needing a tour of the dorm. I wasn't one to go snooping around, even if this was a place being shared by the both of us. She was here first. First come first serve. I respected what authority she had in the dorm. That is if she had any rules made. "And are there any rules that you have for our dorm? Like no feet on the coffee table, place mats are necessary at the table, coaster for all drinks, stuff like that?"


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    During her mindless babbling, I didn't respond. Instead, I merely listened with mild interest. Hip hop was the one most were familiar with, but it was relatively annoying for some due to one having to be loose and move sharply all the time. Then ballet was a hassle because perfection is everything when it comes to pointe. In my opinion, lyrical was the best. It was simply moving to the music and letting your inner feelings be shown through your body's movements. I likely could've educated her fairly well on this, but I chose not to, for lack of interest in making her appreciate my major.


    Besides, she'd moved on to another subject rather quickly to save herself from my corrections, which I was fine by. Obviously, since I'd been here longer, I already had my place in the room. I liked being farthest away from the door, which also happened to be near the window, so I pointed to the only other bed in the room, which was alongside the center wall. "You can sleep there. Feel free to decorate it how you please, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't go overboard with the sparkles and bright pink." If I had to wake up every morning to a rainbow unicorn setting, I'd probably kill someone. Which was not a threat I took lightly.


    "As for rules, I don't really have any. You mind your side, I'll mind mine." I figured most of them were common sense anyways; no breaking others' things or invading privacy. Those had never been an issue for me in the past, and I suspected Marie saw those same qualities as common courtesy.


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    //Thankies ^~^


    I nodded simply and brought over what bags I knew had posters, electronics, and bedding in them and placed them on the bed. "Aye, aye, captain.", I teased rather blankly. I began unzipping the two suitcases and saw my posters laying face up in the first one. They were all band oriented. There was Slipknot, Rob Zombie, Avicii, Skrillex, Blood On the Dance Floor, Of Mice and Men, Bring Me the Horizon, Sleeping with Sirens, and plenty of others along with movie posters. You could say I liked to collect them.


    I began hanging them all on the wall, using clear tape to hold them down. I hung them carelessly, preferring them to look that way instead of like a cookie-cutter order. I smiled once I was done, standing back to admire my handiwork. "Any opinions?", I asked, looking back to Dani. Of course, she would find my interest in music to be very different than my style and personality.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px;][justify][size=8][color=black]Her words only caused me to blink and hop up on my own bed, allowing her the ability to design her own space without my judgemental viewing. I rested my head back and closed my eyes, sending my thoughts into their own little reverie for a time being. The sounds of Marie putting up posters and organizing her side of the room were eventually dulled as I paid more mind to my own breathing, finding it to be oddly soothing. However, I was soon brought back by her voice, inquiring about my opinion.


    Rising to a seated position, by legs tucked to the side, I peered over at her display of posters, arranged in a messy, yet nice-looking order. Feeling a faint flicker of surprise cross my dark eyes, I commented, "Avicii and Of Mice and Men are good bands." The others I'd heard of, but was not familiar enough with. But I liked a lot of the newer songs by both that I had previously mentioned.