“What are you doing here?” Kellin asked me.
“I guess I’m your new roommate. How’s that for ya?” I asked him. I was being sarcastic, but I guess he didn’t notice. Oh well. He’ll soon learn that living with me is super stressful.
“Okay, make yourself at home, I guess. I didn’t know people were coming, so I didn’t clean up.” He told me.
“The first thing I do after I unpack is clean. I have OCD when it comes to cleaning. I can’t stand living in a mess. If you have a problem with that, I got one less problem without you.” I told him. Problem is one of my favorite songs, so I tend to quote it.
“Really? Cause I got ninety nine problems, but you aint be one.” He said. I guess he knew the song, too.
“Wow, I underestimated you. She might’ve let you hold her hand at school, but Imma show you how to graduate.” I sang.
“I’m at a payphone trying to call home, all of my change I spent on you. Where have the times gone baby? It’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?” He sang back at me. Wow, he’s got a better voice in real life.
“Can we pretend that the airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.” This just turned into a singing contest.
“I’m gunna love ya, until ya hate me. I’m gunna show ya, what’s really crazy, you should’ve known better to mess with me harder. I’m gunna love ya, I’m gunna love ya, I’m gunna love ya, I’m gunna love ya like a black widow baby.” He sang. I laughed at that one.
“You just sang a girls song.” I said while laughing. “Oh well. You can sing really well. Have you ever made youtube covers?” He asked me.
“Yeah, I have my own channel. I just haven’t been on in a while. You can look at them if you want to.” I told him. He instantly grabbed his laptop and pulled up youtube.
“What’s your account name?” He asked me.
“Brogandy209229” I told him.
“Brogandy209229? What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked me.
“My actual name is Brogandy, and the numbers were my old locker combination.” I explained to him.
“Oh, what song should I listen to first?” He asked me. I thought for a second. I can somewhat rap, too. So I decided on Love the way you lie Part 2.
“Love The Way You Lie Part 2. It should be on the bottom, or close to there. It was one of my first videos. I may not be that good, so don’t expect some One Direction stuff.” I told him. He laughed, and turned it on.
“Don’t worry. But hey, what’s this? What makes you beautiful by One Direction? You said you didn’t like them.” He said. I blushed.
“I never said I didn’t like them. I said that I can’t sing like them.” I corrected him.
“Whatever. I’ll just play Love The Way You Lie Part 2.” He said. I came on the screen, and started to sing. I have to admit, I’m kind of good.
“Wow. You’re a really good singer.” He said. That meant a lot, considering he’s kind of famous.
“Thanks. So, what do you do in here? Just read all the time? You have your own kitchen in here for Christ sake. We could cook, that is if you want.” I told him. I really want some pancakes right now.
“Sure, but like you said first. We could unpack your things, and then clean up.” He reminded me.
“Okay, let’s get to work.” I said. I grabbed some boxes, and the cleaning supplies.
“Where do you want your bed?” He asked me. I pointed to the window, and he nodded.
“Where’s your bedding?” He asked me.
“It was laying right next to where the bed was. Are you blind?” I asked him. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. I know that he cuts, so I’m wondering if he’s going to do it again because of me. I feel bad now.
“Sorry that I didn’t see it.” He mumbled.
“It’s not your fault. It’s just that I’m really stressed, and I didn’t mean to yell at you.” I told him. He just totally ignored me, and walked into the bathroom. Oh no. If he dies, it’s all my fault.
“Kellin, I’m sorry. Don’t do it.” I said through the door. No response. I knocked on the door. No response.
“If you don’t answer me, I’m coming in!” I yelled. No response. I opened the door, and found him sitting the the corner, and his wrists were bleeding. He held the razor blade in his hand, and he was crying. I ran over to him, and he was shaking. I felt so bad.
“Why?” Was all I asked him. I hugged him, and told him everything would be okay.
“Where’s the first aid kit?” I asked him, hoping I would get a response out of him. He pointed to the cabinet under the sink. Thank God he responded. I ran to the cabinet, and grabbed the first aid kit. I got back to him, and he was going pale. I needed to get this cleaned up, or he’s going to pass out.
“Shhhh, this is going to sting, okay?” I asked him. He slowly nodded. I poured peroxide on his wrists, and he flinched. I dried it, and then put big band aids on the cuts he had made. Finally, I wrapped it in gauze, then the other wrap. I got him up from where he was sitting, and brought him to my bed, since it was closest.
“Please don’t do that ever again. Promise?” I asked him. He didn’t answer. Then, I realised that he must be really tired, so I got him some orange juice, a cookie, and one of my pillows, and laid him down on the bed. I climbed in next to him, and covered us up. I soon fell asleep, but didn’t dream of anything. It was probably the most peaceful sleeps I had ever had since I came here.
Two hours later, I heard talking. I opened my eyes only a little bit, so I could see what was going on. It was Kellin and this girl talking. They were trying to talk quietly, since I was ‘sleeping.’ They were talking about me.
“Kellin, how could you do this to me?” The girl asked.
“Steph, it’s not what it looks like. I promise.” He told the girl who’s name is Steph.
“Really? Because when I knocked on the door, and nobody opened it, I got suspicious, and opened the door. And what do I find? You sleeping with another girl.” Steph said. Then, I opened my eyes all the way and sat up.
“Does somebody want to explain why there’s a girl in my room?” I asked. She looked confused.
“Steph, this is my roommate, Brogan. Brogan, this is my girlfriend Stephanie.” He introduced us. I thought we had something going on, and that he liked me. Well, I was wrong. I got up, and ran to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me, and cried. Why do guys always have to ruin things. I heard a knock at the bathroom door.
“Brogan, are you okay?” Kellin asked.
“No, go away. You ruined my life!” I yelled. He must have gotten the memo, because nobody said anything after that. Suddenly, I heard yelling, then crying. I heard Kellin say sorry over and over again, but then the door to the dorm slammed shut. I got out of the bathroom, because I thought everybody was gone. I was wrong. Kellin was sitting down on his bed, reading. He looked over at me with sadness in his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He said. First it was me saying it today, and now it’s him. What’s going on?
“Care to explain? You dance with me, I feel sparks like it’s meant to be. I come in here to get away from drama, then this happens. At first, you were so happy for me to be here, but now you tell me you have a girlfriend. What’s going on? Should I move to ANOTHER dorm?” I asked him, obviously upset.
“No, don’t worry. The only reason I dated her was to make you jealous. I really like you, Brogan.” Kellin told me.
“I doubt that. Do you know how many people have told me that so far this year? I’m getting so sick and tired of it. You don’t understand, do you? I was forced to come here because I’m a ‘troubled’ child. I have gotten kicked out of seven schools last year, and my parents didn’t want me to get kicked out of this one. I have NEVER had a proper boyfriend, so I don’t know what love is. Do you really expect me to believe that?” I asked him. He just looked shocked that I stood up for myself.
“I didn’t know.” Was all he said. I finished unpacking my things, and then made me some well deserved pancakes. I made extra, just incase Kellin wanted some, but he didn’t eat them. Whatever, he can be in a mood if he wants to be. That’s his problem, not mine. So I shouldn’t have to put up with it 24/7 now. I swear, if he acts like this all the time, I’m moving to a different dorm room. I don’t like attitude, unless it’s mine.
I have a couple of words for him. This is my area, now. If he doesn't like it, that’s his problem. He shouldn’t be able to tell me what to do, or what to say. He lied to his girlfriend, because yes, I did fall asleep next to him, but it was willingly. I climbed under the covers. I didn’t know he had a girlfriend. He could have told me. This is going to be one fun year if it’s going to be like this.