So today, I slept in until 11. Which is early for me on a day I have off (I love my college schedule. NO CLASSES ON FRIDAYS, FTW.) but... my roommate, who said that she was sleeping somewhere else last night, came back in, stole the fan, and went to sleep. So I ended up waking up from heat, because it's ~90 degrees in my room most of the time. Stupid heat.
Lunch, hanging out with friends. We were supposed to get Hurricaine Earl. We got a shower, and that was pretty much it. Not even a thunderstorm. I am disappoint.
Setting up and learning how to play Dungeons and Dragons.
Dinner. Run into someone me and one of my friends knows from Shakespeare callbacks. He's still cute. He decides to have dinner with us, and we all go back to one of the dorm lounges afterwards to hang out.
The True History of the World. Apples to Apples for hours on end. He's sitting next to me, touching my hand, holding my hand, has his arm around me and I realize that we might be becoming a thing.
It's one in the morning. I'll have to pull an all-nighter tomorrow night as I do a 24 hour musical. (We literally put on a musical in 24 hours.) I want to sleep. He walks me with me and some of my friends back to our dorm building, into our dorm, up to our floor, with me to my room.
There was someone on my floor who was seriously screwed up. There are people who deal with medical crises and everything. They tell us to keep going... but all we were doing was walking to my room.
He's inside my room, and we're talking about various aspects of it. I have no idea what to say and oh my god he's in my room what now. It's still fun to talk to him though, and we're just sitting and talking. I want to figure out how to ask him to go, but not so that he really goes... I just want to sleep. I'm tired. It's one. I'm gonna have to stay up all night. What do I say.
My roommate answers the question by staggering in with two of her friends, drunk. Tension is broken, but now it's awkward, since I had a random guy in my room. Roommate's friends are taking care of her, and I'm glad of it- I have no idea how to deal with/help someone who's drunk. Roommate's friends are also really nice, and roommate is very apologetic for how screwed up she is. I won't be sleeping anytime soon.
We know he has to go, and roommate and her friends are in the other room. He hugs me, for a while. I can feel his heartbeat. He can feel mine. He tells me so. I pull back as one of roommate's friends goes through the room to go out the front door. She pauses to ask me to take care of my roommate, and I nod, but I have no idea what to do. I figure, check her pulse every now and then, make sure she's not dead, make sure that if she vomits, it's into the trash can. I nod again, but still know I'd be completely helpless if she really started vomiting.
Friend leaves. He and I are alone again.
He kisses me. I certainly don't mind it... but it also runs through my head what a horrible idea it is. I certainly don't protest though. He leaves, smiling at me adorably as he does so.
I go into the other room. Roommate is still screwed up. Apologetic, but drunk as all hell. One of her friends is crying about how no one likes her, and I feel awkward. Especially since I know that problem- it was my problem just a little while ago. She starts to cry about how she misses her ex-boyfriend, and her other friend and my roommate try to comfort her. They mean well, but they're not helping.
I stand there awkwardly for a bit, before going back into the main room, and logging onto my computer, not knowing what else to do.
My other roommate comes in, and starts helping my drunk roommate. I'm grateful for it- she knows what to do far more than I do.
People have been drifting in and out ever since. I'm not sleeping for a while now.
College life is interesting.