Scott Griffin pulled his blue Ford Mustang into a parking space just to the left of the loading dock of Stonewall Hall. At least six cars were battling for spaces closer than his to the door in the loading area, but he didn't care. He was only a little farther away but he could walk his bags in the little extra distance. He wouldn't have to deal with the pushy parents and students in the area as well. College was something he looked forward to, but people in crowds drove him crazy.
Scott had driven himself to move in day for three very simple reasons. First, the college was only a half hour drive from his small suburban home. Second, his parents were away in Oahu. Third, he didn't have much stuff. He didn't need half his friends and family helping him to move into his half of his dorm room. He was already ten times closer to being done than the kids who brought vans and truckloads of crap they wouldn't use anyway. Everyone got so worked up about this college thing. The way Scott looked at it was college was high school away from home and most importantly he was away from the rules of home.
There was a gentle mist in the air as he walked across the soft green lawn in front of his hall. He walked into the main entrance and followed the signs to the main lounge where he was supposed to check in. Some overly happy person wearing a tee-shirt advertising their affiliation with the campus life office was beaming at him and, of course, was very happy to meet him. After suffering through the obnoxious check in process he walked down to his room, Stonewall Hall, Room 203. He inserted his key card into the slot, heard some shuffling inside the room, the lock clicked, and he opened the door.
The first thing Scott noticed about the room was his roommate who was walking toward him with an extended hand and a smile. He was sick of smiles already. He too flashed a smile when he realized he wasn't some sort of drugged up freak. Jeff was about six feet tall. He was wearing stonewashed jeans that he wore lower than the Calvin Kleins beneath. The Abercrombie shirt he was wearing was form fitting showing off his excellent physique. Scott was relieved that he was living with someone who took care of themselves, not some slob who only ate and played on the computer.
"Hey! I'm Jeff, you must be Scott, nice to meet ya!"
"Nice to meet you, too." Scott managed a happy tone. He was pleased about his roommate but the whole idea of sharing a room for a year was slightly annoying. "I'm Scott, well I guess you already knew that." He looked around the room again, "So, you didn't bring too much stuff either?"
"Nah, who needs all that crap, all ya need is your clothes, your books, your TV, and your computer." Jeff paused in the situation, feeling awkward and then continued. "Do you need a hand bringing in all of your stuff?"
"Sure, especially since its raining harder now, I really appreciate it."
"Let's do it." Jeff beat Scott out the door.
The two roommates spent about ten minutes of walking back and forth to the car until they had successfully brought in all of his belongings. They weren't even that wet. Scott joked with Jeff about the morons who had got the close parking space and were now mad because they were parked it. They laughed together as they dropped the last box to the floor.
The room was good sized for a freshman dorm. The two beds, dressers, desks, and chairs were each separated onto the appropriate side of the room. At the front of the room were two recessed closets forming a hallway-like entry. The room had one window in the center, it was tall and wide. The window let in a great deal of natural light. They had a wonderful view of the loading dock, the only detractor. All in all it wasn't so bad.
