Roommate
September 11th
Saturday
Clint sat at the small desk in the room staring- no glaring at the journal.
She really thought he would write in this thing? Well, she thought wrong. Obviously.
Looking over at the calendar on Scott’s side of the room. It was plain, but did the job. Writing the words, ‘August 7th’
Clint shook his head and closed the journal. He was not going to write in that thing.
The door opened and Clint looked over to see Scott. Which made sense cause he was the only other person with a key.
“Hey, you uh missed breakfast so- I wanted to know if you wanted to get lunch with me” The boy stuttered a bit
Clint looked at him his glare disappearing.
“You came all the way back here just to ask if I wanted to have lunch?” he raised an eyebrow, “Seems inefficient.”
“Well um- I just”
“What if I said no? Then you would have to walk all the way back to the main building”
Scott rubbed his hands together, probably a nervous habit.
“Yeah- I didn’t think of that” Scott mumbled, “I guess, I’ll just head back now”
Scott stood there for just a few more seconds and Clint gave a sly smile.
“Nah, I’ll come with you”
Scott's face lit up and beamed at Clint, “Okay!”
As they left the dorm Scott locked it and they headed out.
“So you know, being roommates an all, we don't really talk to much” Scott started his voice unsure
“Yea, I guess¨ Clint shrugged
“I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out more, and stuff”
Scott looked nervous. Which was reasonable Clint would call himself the stereotypical bad kid.
Taking in a deep breath, “Yea sure”
Again just like earlier Scott´s face lit up in excitement and he looked back in front of him
“Yea cool, that’s, that’s cool”