Taylor Payne's Story

Taylor pulled her phone out of her pocket, checking the caller id of the caller. MOM She pressed the talk button, putting the phone to her ear, and answering with a "hello!" Her mom's voice was excited and happy, and she was speaking in a rushed voice. She asked if she was their yet. "Well you see I-" She glanced at her watch. She was suposed to be there... 5 minutes ago? Crap, she thought, telling her mom she had to go, then hanging up. She pulled her car into the parking lot, parking right in front.

She grabbed her duffle bag with her right hand, opening the car door with the other, and stepped out, lugging her bag behind her. She walked around to the trunk, popping it open, then grabbing her guitar and slinging it over her shoulder. Hopefully her roomie liked music. She turned towards the school, taking in how truly huge and beautiful it really was. She hurried her way to the door, picking up her papers at the front desk and rushing to the elevators. She pushed the floor 5 button multiple times, hoping it would go faster.

As the elevator came to a stop, she got off, going to room 501's door and pushing in her key. When the girl light flashed, she walked in. She was expecting to have a female room mate, not knowing the dorms were co-ed. But there he was, the boy standing in front of her. She looked him over quickly, smiling slightly, then speaking. "Uh hi." She said.

501

Luke turned at the sound of a voice- blinking at the chick. His eyebrows rose, then a grin came across his features. "Well, hello there, welcome to my love nest." he then waggled his brows playfuly. "But serously- why are you in my room?" his face went slack, he was tired. Sure, she was hot, but he just wanted a nap before whatever the school had comming his way. Unless...

"Waaaaait, are you my room mate?" the thought pops back into his mind- the rooms were co-ed, she could be HIS co-ed. 'this is heaven, and I am cool with that.' he thought, looking the female up and down, the grin slowly comming back- this could work. Though..the room had only the one bed- this as well could work. Come to think of it...WHY was there only one bed? Was Disney in the porno business now?

(OOC note: Having computer issues, sorry for the short post- using my tablet till things are fixed.)

Taylor blinked back at the boy, watching as he worked out why exactly she was in the room, and she worked it out too. She sighed, nodding her head and bringing out her welcome packet. She flipped to the page about room mates, and showed him the top, where their names were printed. "I was hoping you were an unluckily named girl," she said, accompanying her words with a small laugh. "But I guess I am your room mate," she said, biting her lip.

This was weird, really weird. Not only was the room co-ed, but as she glanced around she noticed there was only one bed. Sure, it wasn't small, but still, sleeping together in a bed with a stranger was strange. Maybe one of us will take the floor, she thought, sighing, and then looking out the window. Wow, that was a gorgeous view.

501

He nodded. So, this was his room mate. Nice

"Well now, unfortunate girl or not, my name is Luke." he grins extending his right hand for a shake, planning on taking her hand up for a quick kiss should she accept. This was going to be fun, though there was a chance of some awkward moments- how do you share a bed if you dislike one-another? He hoped that bridge wouldn't need crossing. The floor was never fun.

This whole situation felt a little off, what was this- school or love shack? To be honest he had only skimmed the paperwork he had recieved; something he was guilty of more often than not. Looking, then leaping was not his strong suit- no, just diving headlong and hoping for the best was more Luke's style. More often than not it worked out well- but the bad ones sucked. This had a chance of going either way.

Taylor gave a weak smile, extending her hand out to his as well. He seemed nice enough, but only time would tell if they would get along well or not. Hopefully, they would, but seeming by the interesting looks he had given her when they first walked into the room together. "My name's Taylor. Taylor Payne." She said, taking his hand in her's and shaking them.

This is going to be interesting,she thought. It really would be. She was pretty sure this hadn't been in the contract, but then again, she hadn't finished reading it. She'd gotten what, twenty pages in? It was a damn long contract, and she was too hyper to sit still for that long and read it. Taylor's eyes flashed to Luke's tattoos. Wow. They were pretty, but there sure were a lot of them.

501

With her hand in his, he grinned, bending slightly at the waist and lifting the hand slightly- placing a soft kiss on the skin just abover her knuckles. "It is a pleasure to meet you." he murmrs, letting his odd eyes stare up at hers. He was quite proud of his mismatched optics, though as a youth he had seen them as ugly- mutations or something. As he grew older however they became his best tools; ladies loved his quirky eyes.

Breaking into a grin he releases her hand and stands tall again, arching his back and yawning loudly, scratching his chest absently. "There has to be grub in this penthouse. Wanna check out the kitchen while I fiddle with the monster they call a television over there?" he nods towards the large flat-screen set stationed above the empty fireplace in the sitting room. This place was bigger than..well...it was just big, and he was pleased.

Taylor watched him kiss her hand, turning her eyes on his as well. Wow, they sure were pretty. But then again, he probably knew that. And he probably knew that girls thought they were beautiful, so in reply, she batted her's blankly a few times, before retracting her arm. As he spoke, she was surprised by his words, and in reply she rolled her eyes.

"Why? Because a girls best work is in a kitchen?" She asked, innocently, then turned around anyways, and went into the kitchen, not giving him time to reply with her still looking at him. She looked into the fridge and cabinets, finding them both stocked. "What do you want to eat?" She said, checking every drawer in the fridge to find out just how much food there was. A lot. She thought to herself. There is a crap load of food.

501

He grinned at her comment, letting her wander off to the kitchen before turning to the massive Tv. Thing was more than double the size of his crappy set, he bet it even got the good chanels. Turning it on he went about clicking through the options, checking the thing out "Oh, I don't care..sammich?" he calls out in response to her question, still fidling with the tV. Hearing her bang about in the drawers and cabinents he sets the remote aside and moves to the kitchen's doorway- leaning against the frame and watching her move.

Though they had hardly just met he could see something special about her- the way she moved, how she carried herself, the way she talked ect. This was no weak little girl; most of the ladies he had been with would easily be described as weak and or girls- never quite sure of themselves as a woman was meant to be. This Taylor though...she gave off an air of something stronger- if she knew it or not, that was the real question. He watched her a moment longer before sliding up ehind her and reaching for something just beyond her grasp- bag of chips it looked like. He smirks and hands them over "Need any help?"

Taylor, nodded her head at his reply, reaching into a cabinet and grabbing a bag of bread. She dropped it on the counter, closing the cabinet and opening the fridge. She scanned over all the food, taking out multiple types of meat and cheese and putting them on the counter next to the bread. Before closing the fridge, she grabbed a head of lettuce and a jar of pickles. She, personally didn't like them, but people often seemed to. Why, she didn't know. Before starting to make them, she grabbed a plate down from the shelf.

Chips. Sh thought. Chips go well with sandwiches, She opened the cabinet up again, reaching up for the chips. But, she was unable to reach them. She nearly tried getting up on the counter, but decided against it, and kept on reaching up. Then she saw Luke's hand, going up and getting them for her. She took them, rolling her eyes at his comment, not in a harsh way. "That depends on what you know how to do." She replied, opening the bag and pouring some onto his plate.