I shuffle awkwardly up to the door, double and triple checking the room number. Okay, so I've got the right room. Do I... Do I knock? That seems the polite thing to do. I knock gently on the door. Once, twice, thrice. One, two, five minutes have gone by and No one has answered. I swallow thickly and shuffle my feet nervously. If no one answers, doesn't that mean I can go in? I mean, it is my room too...

Hesitantly I use my brand-new room key to unlock the door, and gently push it open. I call out a soft "Excuse me." Just in case. Still no one answers. I step fully into the room.

It's a small thing, as college dorms tend to be, and one half of the room is completely bare. Well, not completely, there are a few bits and bobs on the floor, but otherwise nothing decorates it. Just a bed.

The other half of the room is a another  story all together. It was a colorful and chaotic mess, and everything looked handmade. From the bedspread and the curtains to the cover on the laptop sitting on a small wooden desk between the beds. Well, the furniture was provided, obviously. There was another, similar desk on (what I assumed to be) my side of the room, at the foot of the bed, and two dressers sat side by side not far off (I absently noted that even my roommate's dresser was covered in all sorts of colorful bits and bobs, mostly handmade). But all of the decorations and such seemed to have been made by my roommate. It made sense, I suppose. I'd heard they were an art major. They probably had made the stuff on their own. I wonder why they would though?

As I ponder the mystery of the miscellaneous objects and hand-crafted knickknacks, I hear a loud voice coming down the hall.

"For the last time Tim, I said no! I don't want it now and I never will." A pause. "Not even a little! You need to get that into your head. If you keep bugging me about it then I'm gonna up and leave. I don't need this!" The voice seemed to be getting louder, if possible. It was probably coming this way. I noted a slight Italian accent. Perhaps that'd be useful to my linguistics degree.

The voice, by now I was fairly certain it was female (which made sense, this being the girls dorm and all), continued on in it's argument.

"Of course I could find someone better! For one, someone who wouldn't bother me about this s*** so damn much!" I admit, eavesdropping is very rude and I shouldn't be doing it, but whoever it was was really quite loud and getting louder as they got closer. I wonder which room they were in? "You know what? I'll talk with you later. I've got s*** to do, and you're just wasting my time."

With that statement, the door in front of me slammed open (when had I even closed it? It was like one of those magical, closes-on-their-own doors in t.v shows) and I took a half-step back at this person's face. They were angry. As in pissed. As in, I should probably stay out of the way of the person that might just be my roommate who was mumbling insults at their phone with a murderous expression.

As they look up, catching sight of me, all of their anger fades to be replaced with a grin that could outshine the sun with it's intensity. I offer a small, hesitant smile in return. Their grin got impossibly wider.

"Hey! You must be my new roommate! I'm Nyannte Multum, it's nice to meet you!" I got closer, so as to shake the hand the girl offered. She seemed friendly enough, minus the anger from a second ago. She had darkly tanned, olive toned skin and pitch black hair that fell around her head in dark waves, to about mid back. She was a little on the short side, a couple inches shorter than my own 5"6'. She didn't seem to be wearing makeup, and her clothes were casual. A loose fitting grey shirt that hung off of one shoulder and had sleeves long enough to cover her hands, paired with blue jeans and converse. All in all, I though she was very pretty.

"Um, h-hi." I stutter. I shift nervously. "My name is Tutti Exeo. I'm your roommate from now on, I guess?" I slightly shrugged my shoulders as my statement turns into a question. "It's nice to meet you Ms. Multum."

Her snort makes me flinch a little. Oh gosh, did I do something wrong? Why is she laughing? I don't think I did anything wrong. Was I not polite enough? Ooohhhh noooo.

My anxious thoughts are cut off when she pats me warmly on the back and throws an arm over my shoulders. "None of that Ms. Stuff now, y'hear? Just call me Tey, everyone does!" Oh, she was laughing because my formality was unnecessary. Okay, I can deal with that. I offer a shaky smile.

"It's nice to meet you then, Tey."

I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting few years.