Dorm Room Drill
Francie Mars
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Francie Mars
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Brandon’s heart sank as he opened the door. He immediately noticed that the tiny dorm room had only one bed in it. God damn it, he thought, entering the sparsely furnished room. It was move-in day at the biggest state school on the west coast, where Brandon had just been accepted at the last minute. He had been on the stand-by list all summer, finally receiving his acceptance paperwork on the day of his 18th birthday. He had only received his dorm assignment two days ago. The residence administration had clearly messed up- he was supposed to be in a double-occupancy room.
Brandon dropped his bag on the bed and pulled out his residence paperwork. He had a roommate, according to the sheet in his hand. As he reread the papers in his hands, the door opened. He looked up and saw a boy his age with the same confused look on his face.
“Hi, I’m Brandon.”
“Uh, hi. Kyle. Where’s the other bed?”
“I dunno. They messed up, it looks like.”
“Wonderful.”
Kyle and Brandon moved their things in to the tiny room. It had two desks and two closets but only one bed. They had tried calling the residence office but only got a recording. After they had their things put away, they left the room to speak to someone about their bed situation.
They found the RA for their floor, Daniel. He was less than helpful, only telling them where the residence office was before returning to his conversation with a freshman coed from the dorm next door. The boys walked out of the large dorm building and headed toward the administration building across campus.
“So, what’s your major?” Brandon asked as they walked.
“Business. You?”
“Communications.”
“Nice.”
They finished the walk in silence. Brandon thought he could get along with Kyle. He seemed nice enough despite this stupid situation with the beds. Their majors were even somewhat related, so they’d probably have some classes together.
They arrived at the administration building and found the doors locked. Brandon shook the doors in frustration while Kyle pressed his forehead against the glass and shielded his eyes, trying to see inside.
“Perfect,” Brandon said, giving up shaking the doors.
“I guess they’re not here today,” Kyle said, still searching the interior for signs of life.
“Fuck it. I’m hungry.”
They headed back across campus to the student union. So far, Brandon was not impressed with the organization of the administration. They better have my meal plan working, he thought. They entered the huge student union building and found the cafeteria. They loaded their trays and stopped at the register to pay. Kyle swiped his student ID, deducting the cost of his dinner from his account. Brandon swiped his.
“Sorry honey,” the elderly lady behind the register said, “Try again.”
Visibly annoyed, Brandon swiped his card again, slower.
“Looks like it’s not working sugar. I’ll need $7.89.”
Brandon handed her cash wordlessly. He was beyond upset at the school. They wait until ten seconds before the semester starts to admit me, fuck up my room and now my dinner, he fumed as he ate.
“We’ll get this bed thing figured out tomorrow,” Kyle said, forcing a smile.
“Tomorrow’s Sunday,” Brandon replied without looking up.
“Oh, yeah. Monday, then,” Kyle tried to be up-beat.
They finished their dinners and went back to the dorm. Brandon got out his laptop and got online. He watched as Kyle hooked up the TV he had brought and put a basketball game on.
“You like basketball?” Kyle asked.
“Sure I guess. I’m more in to soccer.”
“Yeah? Who’s your team?”
“Sounders,” Brandon said.
“My sworn enemy!”
“What? Don’t tell me you’re a Timbers fan.”
“Rose City till I die!”
Brandon laughed. He had played soccer in high school and was glad to find something in common with his roommate. Maybe college wouldn’t be all bad after all.