I stepped off the bus; looking around before rolling my eyes. My brother was late; as usual. I sighed and dragged my suitcase and duffel over to a bench to wait. I sat and waited for what seemed like eight years. I picked at my French manicure, twirled my hair, checked my phone every six seconds to check the time, my face getting more and more annoyed as more time passed by.
"Elle!" I finally heard my brother Ryan yell. I look up, clearly annoyed, not moving from my bench. "Elle, oh my god, I'm so sorry I'm late! My class didn't get out til like 10 minutes ago and I drove straight here." He said, skidding to a stop in front of me and easily lifting me out of my sitting position to wrap me in a big bear hug. I rolled my eyes and smiled, hugging him back. I had a tendancy to not be annoyed with my big brother for more than a couple minutes, he was just too good natured. "Wow, look at you!" He exclaimed, holding me by my shoulders a foot away from him, checking me out. I blush and roll my eyes.
"Stop," I say, giggling, embarrassed. He continued to ogle, jokingly of course. I pushed him away; blushing madly and he laughed, a big throaty laugh. I hugged him again.
"All right; are these your bags?" He asked, pointing to my stuff. As I nod he throws them over his shoulder with ease. I take a moment to look him over as he starts to ask me questions about our parents. "How's mom? Still being anal retentive?" I laugh and nod, noticing how, well, hot, my brother looks, his natural bleach blond hair grown into a shag, getting into his deep blue eyes. His 6 foot tall body was slim and toned; he was playing inter mural football these days. His grey sweater was tight against his chest; jeans the right amount of baggy. He walked with ease, trailing my pink suitcase behind him as we walked
It's amazing how different we looked from one another. I'm only 5'4", toned from the past four years on the varsity cheerleading squad. My hair was naturally a lighter brown; though I dyed it dark, which matched my dark brown eyes. I tanned occasionally; since pretty much all the cheerleaders did. I thought it was lame, but I did not like being pale. Since it was October, it was getting chilly, so I was wearing black tights underneath my short black skirt, which kept swirling around my legs. My pink long sleeved blouse tight against my body; the top three buttons undone to show off my black lace cami I wore underneath. Since I skipped school today to come up; I had time to loosely curl my normally straight hair. The wind was currently blowing it all over the place; my headband not helping in anyway. My peacoat wrapped tightly around me as my heels clacked against the pavement on the way to the car.
"Yeah, mom practically had a hernia when I informed her I would be missing the football game tonight and school today to come visit this place. There was like a seven year yelling session at our house that night." I say, giggling slightly. Ryan laughed too; our mom was a little uptight when it came to pretty much anything.
"What about dad? Did he even notice?" Ryan asked, glancing at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Umm, probably not." Our dad was rarely home; he barely paid attention to me as it was and payed even less attention to Ryan. "Whatever; it's nice to be away from home for a weekend." I said, looking up at the darkening sky. It was definitely going to storm soon.
Ryan looked at me curiously as we got in the car and drove toward his apartment that was practically on campus. "Why? I would think you wouldn't want to be away from your friends." He snorted. "Or Andy. You guys were inseparable all summer. I don't think I saw you like four times without him."
I give a small smile and look out the window. "Yeah. About that."
"What happened?" He asked, parking now.
I laugh. "Typical high school drama. I walked in on him and Miranda fucking when I went to his house last weekend. Therefore fight with now exboyfriend; fight with exbestfriend." I shrug and walk past him into his apartment, flopping on his couch. He walks over and flops next to me, shoulder bumping me.
"I'm sorry." He said, hugging my shoulder. I give a small smile. "So; what time is your tour and interview tomorrow?" He asks, getting up to the fridge, grabbing us both some sodas.
"Umm, two tomorrow. I think." I say, as a clap of thunder sounds overhead. I look towards the sliding glass window, the sky even darker then it was a couple minutes ago as I sip my coke. "So; I hope you have a lot of candles or some flashlights." I say as Ryan walks into a room.
"Of course I do; how do you think I seduce all those vulnerable co-eds," I head him chuckle in the next room. I roll my eyes.
"Shocking. I thought you would just slip a roofie into their drinks." I say, smiling as I take another sip as we walks out with an armful of candles.
"How do you know I didn't slip one in yours?" He winks, smiling as I help him set up various candles around the room.
I laugh. "Ahh; no wonder I feel a little loopy." We both chuckle and settle onto the couch as the rain starts to pour outside. "So, tell me. Whats your favorite part of college?" I ask, grabbing a blanket off the back of the couch.
