I sighed as Marvin fumbled with the
keys to our new apartment. The red door had been decorated with
four, over-sized locks. I let my eyes wander around the beige
hallway of our complex and kicked a brown box that lined the
Marvin flashed me a smile and held
up a finger. "Just wait one second. This is the last one." He
turned a key in the last lock and beamed as the door went flying
I picked up a box and stomped past
my brother. I looked in disgust at the furnished space. A beat up
brown, couch sat in the middle of the living room. In front of
the couch was a glass coffee table with multiple scratches on the
surface. Blue curtains hung on the windows, letting the bright
light flow into the space. A flat screen with football playing
hung on a green wall. A frown appeared on my lips as I turned
around to face Marvin.
He was grinning from ear to ear. His
black hair laid in front of his light brown eyes. "Isn't it
My identical brown eyes widened.
"Are you serious?"
Marvin's smile dropped as he said,
"You don't like it."
I threw my hands up in frustration.
I shoved him and snapped, "Marvin who would like this place? If I
knew this place was going to suck ass, I would've applied for
housing at the dorms. I can't-"
A large hand rested on my shoulder
causing me to stop my rant. I turned around to stare into a pair
of shamrock green eyes. His blond hair had been spiked showing
off his high forehead. He wore a white button down, black slacks,
and on his feet he simply wore gray socks. I smiled as he reached
out to take my hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it
Marvin grunted in the background. I
on the other hand giggled at his touch. His eyes met mine again.
"I'm Frances. And you must be...?" He said in a deep Australian
I continued to smile as I racked my
brain. Why couldn't I remember my own name all of a sudden? I
thought over and over. I furrowed my brows as random names came
jumping at me. Is it Ashley? No Morgan. Or perhaps
Marvin asked curiously, "Yori? Yori,
are you okay?"
I nodded my head and grinned. "I'm
Yori, Marvin's sister."
Frances raised an eyebrow. "You guys
are twins, right?"
Marvin and I agreed. Marvin felt the
need to mention he was ten minutes older than I
Frances looked around the area then
frowned. "Marvin, it appears Yori is right. This place could use
a woman's touch." He lifted a finger to his chin and looked
around thoughtfully. He pointed to the couch and mumbled, "That
thing has got to go."
"Come on. That thing happens to be
my baby," a voice whined. A boy with black hair that was styled
in curls walked in. A smile formed itself against his tan skin.
He wore a white shirt that was stained with sweat. A blue pair of
gym shorts were placed on his legs with black basketball
I scowled and rested myself against
the wall. "Marvin, you never said he would be one of our
roommates." I glared at my brother who had raised his hands up
defensively. An eyebrow of mine had perked up. "Any more
surprises I should know about?"
Before Marvin could reply, the
sweaty boy had walked over to me. He placed a toned arm above my
head and leaned in close. On his free hand, he spun a basketball
on his middle finger. "No. No more surprises. Unless you're into
police uniforms and fuzzy, pink handcuffs."
I rolled my eyes and pushed a stray
brown strand of hair. "You're a pig."
"And you're warming up to me," he
laughed before disappearing up the stairs.
Frances asked, "What was all that
about? I see you've met Johnathan."
"Long story short, Johnny and I went
to school together. I can't stand every molecule of him. And he
can't seem to get the hint that I'm one of the few girls who
doesn't want to be in his bed."
Marvin chuckled nervously while
Frances' eyes bulged. He cleared his throat multiple times before
saying, "Um, about redecorating. We've already ordered some
pieces. Marvin didn't tell us you'd decided on staying here until
I shrugged before picking up the
box. "Whatever. Just point me in the direction of my
Marvin snorted while looking at the
ceiling. "Sis, I'm sorry. But your room is next to
My face fell. Great, I would spend
my freshman year as an insomniac. I knew John brought girls home
often. And I already knew I would be getting no sleep on nights
when he decided he needed company.
I slowly walked up the wooden stairs
and glared at Marvin who was still laughing. Frances shook his
head before leaving the apartment. I stared at the only open room
and sighed. In the room, I let the box crash onto the
My space had been a better sight
than downstairs. The walls were a pale low lined with red and
blue trim. All my furniture had been transported safely into a
preferred spot. My white dresser was pushed up against the wall
furthest from the door. My bed had been conveniently placed next
to the wall near John's room.
I flopped onto my bed. I stared up
at the ceiling for a long moment. I hadn't even noticed that
someone had joined me.
I turned my head to see John staring
at the ceiling as well. His brown eyes looked into my own. He
reached over and pecked my cheek. For an agonizingly long moment,
we stared into each others eyes.
My hand grasped onto his. I pulled
him from the bed and walked over to the door. "It's nice seeing
you again." I paused for a second. His eyebrows were furrowed
together in confusion. "Not." And I slammed the door in his face
while grinning to myself.
I sat on the corner of my bed and sighed. For hours I got lost in my thoughts. Being a freshman was bad enough. Sharing an ugly house with three guys would suck. I shuddered at the thought of dirty toilets, overfilled hampers, and half eaten food. All these things I could go through. But I wasn't so sure I could handle them with him coming back into my life.