“No you’re not.”
“Yes I am.”
“Sure. You’re just going to leave me?”
“I have to,” he looked down.
The girl glared, moving her cobalt blue hair behind her, “You don’t have to. Your mom would never force you to do anything.”
“I need to. Me. There are kids here, they’re horrible and-”
“Yeah, everyone’s horrible, so what! Deal with it Tanner. Get over yourself.”
Tanner stayed silent.
“If you’re moving then we’re done. Don’t bother talking to me.”
She walked off, blue hair swinging behind her.
“You done packing yet?”
“Almost, just a few more things then I’m good.”
“Can’t you just stay here, Ray?”
“I told you, this is one of the best places for me to get my art career underway. I need this, sorry Mama,” Ray explained.
“Alright, I love you.”
“Love you too,” and with that she went back into the living room.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
“That’s better,” the man chuckled.
If he didn’t hurry up, Tanner might miss the bus. That would mean missing his ride to the dorms, and his dad would have to drive him, resulting in half an hour of his dad blasting rap, the worst genre of music.
"Dad, where is my dorm key?" Tanner asked as he frantically looked for the piece of metal.
“Cargo pants? Kitchen table? Hell if I know.”
“Real helpful,” Tanner began searching his pockets.
“Aha!” They were by the stove.
“I’m Ray, you?”
This boy with bright blue hair was standing near a bed, assuming it was his. Tanner set his bags on the other one. He didn’t answer.
“Hey, I’m talking to you.”
“Oh sorry, thought you were speaking to the ghost.”
“What? No. What’s your name?”
“What’s it to you?”
“It’s a simple question dude, be mysterious and shit then,” Ray threw his hands in the air.
Tanner just shrugged and began unpacking his bag, neatly putting his clothes and decorations where they belong. He shuddered when he saw the clothes strewn across the floor on Ray’s side, and the already half empty ruffles bag.
“You should clean up your stuff,” Tanner mumbled.
“Sure. After you tell me your name.”
Tanner sighs and face plants on his bed. He looks over at Ray’s side of the room.
“Ugh, fine. Je m’appelle Tanner, now please clean your side.”
Ray rolled up the chip bag and tossed it on the table. He picked up a few clothes and tossed them in an empty suitcase. It was better than before but still horrible.
Ray plops on Tanner’s bed, “Hey, Tanner.”
“Classes don’t start for about 5 days. You’re trapped with me. Mwahaha.”
“Ugggggh. I would rather socialize with my dead grandma than you,” Tanner rolled his eyes.
“There is a cafe around here if you don't want to be here.” He smiled, “But of course I’ll follow you there.”
Tanner got up, picked up his jacket, found his wallet and phone, and starts to head for the door. Ray rushes to grab his sketch bag and followed after.