Dorm three.

[bianca]

Bianca was excited about meeting her new room mate. She'd never been to boarding school, and had no idea what to expect. She wasn't really bothered about who she dormed with, as she isn't a picky type. All she doesn't want, is a stuck up prep who owns everything she steps on. Bianca preferred to look to the positive side, not thinking about that right now. She kept repeating her introduction speech over and over again in her head. At times it sounded too peppy, and at others it seemed depressing. She decided to say whatever popped into her head at that certain moment. That usually worked pretty well.

Bianca bounced down the hallway, her simple, black, Gucci dress bouncing along with her. Her Christian Dior, metallic ballerina flats Her wispy hair lay over her shoulders and past them, in its natural place. She hadn't bothered to dress up too much, as she would get ready in her dorm. The thought excited her more, the more she thought about it. Two black, leather suitcases dragged behind her, occupying both her hands. She hadn't took a lot with her, but she'd saved up money to buy clothes here. She wanted to fit in more with the Californian style. There was no point now really, as everyone here was from different parts of the country; or world.

"Dorm three. Home, sweet home," Bianca mused to herself. She looked at the door expectantly. Bianca knocked just in case her room mate was in there, but no answer was made. Slowly, she opened the door slowly, creeping her head around the door. Empty. Grinning like a child, she swung the door open, it hitting off the wall with a thud. Bianca skipped over to the bed on the right, the one nearest the window but furthest away from the bathroom. She didn't really mind what bed she got, as each one had an advantage. But she did really want the window bed, as it reminded her more of home, and soothed her home sickness a little.

Bianca's eyes surveyed her new home, and the plain, bland, walls. She'd cover her side with pictures of herself and her friends, for times that she felt down. She'd have to find if her roommate had any serious allergies, but hopefully she didn't. Bianca padded into the large bathroom, her grin growing bigger by the second. Screw classes, she'd rather stay here all day! She felt like a child on Christmas day, seeing all of the presents under the Christmas tree, but right now, reality was so much better.

[Diana White]

Today was the day! Diana could no longer put off moving into her dorm. Her mother was surely getting tired of her staying over, and commuting to the school whenever she needed to do something. (Though, it would have been very unlike her mother to say such a thing.) Diana sighed. She had always been an incredibly independent person, but she had started to enjoy living with her mother, who was more her best friend and sister than anything. Of course, Kacy Delaney was a wonderful parent, but Diana was passed needing a parent, so they had formed a tight friendship instead. It didn't make anything tougher by the fact that she was only seventeen year older than Di. Kacy came with her, helping her unload the many, many boxes.

When Diana entered the room, she saw that her roommate had already made her entrance. She frowned slightly, hoping she wasn't some control freak, or worse - an airheaded bimbo who cared about nothing but herself. She knew that if such things were this girl, Diana would never get through the year. The two blonds moved the boxes in pretty quickly, not knowing that the other girl was in the bathroom. Dee smiled; she had a lot of stuff. Mainly decorations, but some of it was clothes and speakers for her iPod.

First was the unpacking. In the room already were two sets of beds, two nightstands, two desks, two dressers, and a door leading to the bathroom. She absolutely hated the dorm carpeting; it's texture was too rough against her skin. (Diana wasn't a priss or anything, she just couldn't stand rough carpet.) So she pulled out of a box a very large multi-color checkered rug, and set it on the floor next to her bed. Well, it was a start at brightening up the room. Dee unpacked very quickly, a very efficient person when she wanted to be. Her bright purple sheets, and her white down comforter, and her many, many throw pillows, all different shades of purple. It was easy to tell Diana's favorite color. She set the box of clothes on top of the dresser, which would come out later, as well as the box with her laptop and all of it's accessories inside, which went on the desk. Her box of iPod accessories came out next, and she set that up quickly with the idea of playing some tunes while she worked. She set it on the nightstand, plugging it in before whipping out her iPod video. Before long, M.I.A.'s Paper Planes was floating through the room.

And as she started to unpack her box of posters, which usually covered her walls, she didn't even stop to think that there might be another girl in the room with her.

Diana's (Finished) half of the dorm

[bianca]

Bianca was in the bathroom, fixing her hair. It was hanging down her shoulders and sticking to her neck; just enough to annoy her. She'd closed the door over, as she'd had to pee too. Pulling her hair up in a messy ponytail, she pulled the elastic from her hand over her hair, and tightened around a few times. She needed to be comfortable when she was unpacking, as she'd probably get irritated and put it off if she wasn't. Bianca hadn't heard anyone come in, as she was too engrossed in what she doing, so when she opened the door, she was startled to find a girl about her age unpacking her belongings. It must be her room mate, and boy, she was fast.

"Uh, hello, I'm Bianca. I guess we're room mates," Bianca squeaked, smiling sheepishly. She didn't really want to scare the living daylights out of her by sneaking out of the bathroom like some sort of stalker. Bianca liked the girl's taste, especially with the bold colors and purple. It was good she really liked that color, or she guessed they wouldn't get along. Her eyes surveyed the girl's belongings, hoping not to be too nosy. Looking back over at her side, it looked even more plain that it did before.

Bianca walked over to her side, jumping up onto her bed. She sat in her overpacked suitcase, hoping it would be easier to open. She unzipped the suitcase, the lid jumping up when she slid off of it. She hadn't bought a lot of personal accessories to decorate her side, but she'd probably go shopping later for some things. The thought excited her, going out with her friends. Well, by herself if she didn't meet anyone.

She pulled some of her clothes out of her open bag, setting them in piles on her bed according to what they were. After pulling out all of the clothes, placing them in certain drawers in her dresser. She'd bought a brown bedset before she came, one she'd found on sale. She had loved and just had to bring it. Brown was one of her favourite colors, along with blue, purple, and red. She also pulled some pictures out of the front pouch, pinning them on the walls with small pins she'd brought along with her. Most of them were of friends and family, and some of NYC.

[Diana White]

Diana was almost so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn't even hear Bianca when she came back into the room. She had been so busy in putting up all of her pictures, (there must have been a hundred!) that she wouldn't have noticed if a dino had romped through the room. That was of course, until the other girl spoke. "Uh, hello, I'm Bianca. I guess we're room mates," Diana's head whipped around, in a motion that should have given her whiplash. Her moth formed a small 'o', but then spread into a quick grin. "'Allo, Bianca." She greeted in her Liverpool accent, with her silent 'h's, and perfectly enunciated words. "I'm Diana, you can shorten 'ow you like. You know, Dee, Di. Or Diana works too! Sorry if I'm rambling." She said, and bit her lip. Hopefully, the girl didn't mind her bright colors and eccentric music any more than she did her odd personality.

She watched as the girl jumped onto her bed, and started putting up her own pictures. Diana continued on with her own work, giving out a small cry of triumph as she pinned up the very last picture. "Aha!" Diana cried, and then frowned as she turned to Bianca. "Sorry, dear." She apologized, and shrugged sheepishly. She got off of her knees and opened her box of clothes, something she noticed Bianca starting to do. She didn't get a glimpse at anything in particular, but by what she was wearing Dee could guess her style. Diana herself started to pull out an incredible amount of skinny jeans, half of them brightly colored. The rest were dark, or black, but a few of them were distressed. They went into the bottom drawer. Nest came her shirts, all brightly colored as well, a few striped or patterened, but a lot of them were solids. It was easy to tell that Diana stood out whenever she went somewhere, even now in her bright pink leggings and mini skirt, with a yellow tank top that clashed yet seemed to match with her leggings at the same time. Once all of her clothes were put away, she opened the next box. It was a large dry-erase board she used to make notes to herself.

Dee set up her random nick-nacks everywhere, like her pictures of her family, and of her in London and Paris. Her two favorite cities, she would tell anyone. She then moved everything around a tiny bit, doing what her mother would call 'nesting' - like a mother bird who is building a nest. She'll want everything a certain way, and Dee was the same. A clock went up, and then her alarm clock next to her bed.

"So... Bianca, right? So, sorry if my side is a little.. unorganized... I'm not messy, I just can't stand total clean. If anything I do bother yeh, you'll let me know right? I don't want to me the annoying bint for a roommate who you absolutely loathe." Dee asked, running her fingers through her hair again. "So I suppose we should probably get to know each other a li'l bit then, eh? I'm a junior, you look about a sophomore, I'd say, though I'm an 'orrible judge of age. Is this your firs' year here?"

[bianca]

"'Allo, Bianca. I'm Diana, you can shorten 'ow you like. You know, Dee, Di. Or Diana works too! Sorry if I'm rambling." Bianca grinned with amusement. She was already beginning to like this girl, obviously knowing she wasn't just another fake, bleach blond robot. She also had a great style, seeing the bold colors on her clothes. This put Bianca at rest that she didn't have to up her standards to be on her room mate's good side. She also noticed the accent Diana had, and she knew right away it was an English one. This was the only accent Bianca could pick out, as she was terrible at the rest. "Nice to meet you Diana. You can call me whatever you like, if there is an abbreviation for my name!" Bianca grinned, turning back for a second to fix her drawers. Her Italian accent was clearly visible in some words she spoke, but they were mostly covered up by the American one that had slowly crept its way in.

"So... Bianca, right? So, sorry if my side is a little.. unorganized... I'm not messy, I just can't stand total clean. If anything I do bother yeh, you'll let me know right? I don't want to me the annoying bint for a roommate who you absolutely loathe. She giggled inwardly, turning around to face Diana. "Don't worry, I'm the exact same. And yes, I'll let you know if anything bothers me if you tell me if anything bothers you," Bianca replied, pinning more pictures up on the wall.

"So I suppose we should probably get to know each other a li'l bit then, eh? I'm a junior, you look about a sophomore, I'd say, though I'm an 'orrible judge of age. Is this your firs' year here?" Bianca liked the way she was thinking, with getting to know each other. She was going to ask if Diana didn't first, and she was glad she did. "Yes, I am a sophomore. This is my first year, and I moved her from New York City, a few days ago. I moved from Italy to America when I was.. eight I think." She grinned, thinking of the memories she had had in Italy. "I'm guessing you're from Europe too? I heard your accent."

Bianca pulled out a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt, jumping into the bathroom to get changed. "I'll be two secs," she said quickly, closing the door open. She slipped out of the expensive, utterly annoying dress and put on the outfit she'd picked out. Much better. She preferred wearing comfy clothes, but she didn't want to be mistaken as a dirt bag either. So she'd upped her standards at home, buying more dresses than she could possibly wear.