I slept on the bottom bunk, and Julia slept on the top. We had wanted to save space in our tiny two-person dorm room, so we bunked our beds together. It worked out pretty well, actually: I had been worried that I'd wake up one morning, forget that I was not sleeping on the ground, and promptly break my neck. Luckily, Julia said that she had always wanted to sleep on the top bunk of a bunk bed. Being taller than I was, though, she nearly hit her head on the ceiling once or twice after waking up, but so far, no broken necks, and that was always a good sign.
We had been college freshmen for about three weeks, so we were at that point when we were still getting used to the freedom and mystique of college life, but we knew at least where to find our classes and where to go so that we wouldn't starve.
We got back to our room, and I unrolled my newly purchased poster onto my bed, staring at it, smiling and admiring my good taste.
"Aw, just kiss, already." I looked over to see Julia smiling at me.
"Ha, ha." I grabbed a roll of tape from my desk and began the always-amusing task of putting up a new poster. Right above my desk, where I would see them every day. "Does this look straight to you?" I finally asked, stepping away to admire my handiwork.
"Mhm..." Julia obviously did not notice the curl on the lower-left corner of the poster. I proceeded to correct this, then looked over at my roommate. She was looking out of our room's one large window.
"Yo, what's up?" I said, joining her at the window. I had been so focused on hanging up my poster just right that it wasn't until then that I noticed music coming from the half-open window. "Is that... Oh my gosh, it is! That's 'Yesterday'!"
"Shh." Julia put her finger to her lips, but continued to stare out the window.
Looking out the window, I finally understood what was up. A boy. Dark brown hair, medium length -- not exactly a Beatle cut, but it definitely suited him. Well-proportioned, plaid button-up shirt, jeans. I was a sucker for plaid. He was sitting on a bench outside of our dorm, guitar on his knee, playing and humming softly. And he was left-handed.
By now, I was staring right along with Julia. If he had seen us at all, he didn't show it; he just kept right on playing and looking damn attractive. He had changed songs and was now playing "Here Comes the Sun," with that glorious intro that I love so much.
Julia turned to me and sighed. "What a cutie."
"Yeah," I said. "He's just like Paul McCartney."
"Oh," Julia groaned. "Again with these old men of yours."
[Part 3 coming soon!]
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