forum Dorm Room 210 [Private RP // Closed — Stalkers welcome!]

Started February 26, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(Do you want to skip to when they get back?)

(Yes, but I’m not it~)

(I let you win again. Lol. 😉)

Amber stepped into the dorm with half of the grocery bags on her arms. She’d made William take the other half, just to be fair.

After making her way inside, she set he bags down on the kitchen counter and opened the fridge to begin putting things away.

(Of course you did. XD)

William set the bags on the floor, picking up things that needed to be refrigerated on the side. He grabbed the breads, opened the cabinet near the fridge to put it away. Why was he doing this, he didn’t know. He just didn’t want the girl getting on his nerves again.

“Thanks,” Amber mumbled as she was handed other refrigerated items. When they finished putting everything away, she glanced around and nodded slowly before turning to William. “I think that’s everything. Thanks for helping.”

William just nodded, collecting the bags and storing them away in an empty cabinet.

“Emergency use,” he muttered as an explanation. He liked keeping those bags, mostly because he ended up using them a lot.

Amber blinked and nodded slowly. “I actually do that, too. They’re good for bathroom garbage bins,” she mused.

William quirked an eyebrow.

“Or room bins,” he added. “Either works. I more often use them to—“ he scowled, shaking his head. What was he even doing?

Amber furrowed her eyebrows at him curiously. “For…?” she prompted him to finish.

“Room bins,” Willian finally completed his sentence, standing up and shaking his head again. “I guess.”

“Oh… Okay, yeah. Makes sense,” Amber said with a slow nod. “Um. Anyway, I’m going to go start getting ready for my classes for next week, so I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

William simply nodded.

“I’m going out,” he informed curtly, already walking towards the ball he had set neatly on the side. He was supposed to be meeting with his basketball team today for a proper introduction, and though he wasn’t looking forward to it, teamwork was essential.

(I’m getting there! I’m technically still in church. Lol.
Give me a second.)

(Should we skip to the party?
not it)

(Fine…)

William didn’t know what he was doing here. All he knew was that there was a party, his idiot friend wanted to party, and he wouldn’t leave without William. Because he needed a driver.

Drinking was definitely a no. It decreased his control, and William remembered those times he used to drink and caused a havoc. He shook his head, opting to drink water while his best friend danced like a madman.

As he took a sip, he caught sight of familiar hair. Fantastic. Amber was at this party.

Amber, being the underaged-nineteen-year-old she was, had found some nonalcoholic punch with sorbet in it to drink. She laughed at something one of he girls she was talking to said. A quick glance around the room revealed William standing near a wall with a cup of his own in his hand.

William was here? Of all people, he was here? Just when she thought she could get away from her easily-angered dorm-mate, he popped up where she least expected him to…

William turned his gaze away, watching with disgust at his best friend’s antics. He felt annoyed at the loud music, the suffocating air. This is why he didn’t like parties.

Sighing, he crushed the cup in his hands, the liquid overflowing and falling down. Once he realized what he did, he cursed lightly. He really didn’t want to be here.

One of the girls Amber was talking to — a tall, black-haired girl wearing a short, black skirt and tight, pink tank top — noticed the direction Amber's gaze had drifted for the split second she'd looked at William. The girl gasped and handed her drink to one of her friends before making her way over to the man.

"Willy! Oh my gosh, I had no idea you would be here!" she bubbled, grinning as she reached him.

William grimaced, cursing his luck. He had been in the middle of pouring himself another class of water (since he had wasted his earlier one), and he just couldn’t catch a break.

At first, he chose to ignore her. If he paid her attention, his temper would rise. And if it rose… well, William knew it would involve either harsh words or actions, or possibly both.

"Willy? Willy, c'mon… You can't just disappear like that," the girl called as she glanced around for him. Finally spotting poor William, she grinned and walked over, resting a hand on his arm. "Willy, did you get anything to drink besides water? They've got a really good punch!"

William snapped. He turned to look at the girl, and before he could register what was going on, his hand moved on its own, spilling water on her.

Then he bent down to her level, trying to control the anger he was feeling.

“One, do not touch me again,” he said harshly. “Two, you and I are nothing. Third… do not call me that again.”

Amber, having been watching the scene from her place near the other girls, coughed as she held back a laugh. She lifted her cup to cover her mouth, making as if to drink from it.

The girl gasped when she felt the cold liquid spill down her shirt, and she blinked up at William in shock. Her surprise was clearly displayed on her face with her wide eyes and gaping mouth. She looked like a fish, her mouth opening and closing as she tried — and failed — to find something to say back to that.

Crushing his second cup in his hands, William tossed it in the trash, turning his back on the girl. Though it was a jerk move, William didn’t regret it. After all, she had it coming.

As he was walking away, William caught sight of Amber with an amused expression on her face. He quirked an eyebrow at her.

Amber caught William's eye and shrugged. It was funny, what could she say? The poor girl had had it coming from the moment "Willy" popped out of her mouth. She had probably been buzzing, too; although, the ice cold shower William had given her might have shaken her from it…