Waist Deep: A Fictional Narrative Essay

1096 words - 5 pages

"Your roommate silly!" He sassily said.

"My roommate?.." I replied.

"Yeah, you thought you were going to have this room all by yourself? Pssh.Yeah right." He rolled his eyes. Rude much?

"But I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Louis. Louis the Tomlinson!" He stood up and posed, with his hands on his hips and legs wide apart

. I rolled my eyes. Great, this is my roommate. I was really hoping for a quite non-talkative person. Guess I not getting that. I don't always get what I want.. But something about him made me want to be his friend. Who knows.

"Well, um.. I'm Zayn. Zayn Malik." I mumbled. Curse my shyness.

He grinned even wider and rushed up to me to give me a hug. I tensed up but then quickly relaxed. I'm not used to all of this. This is too much, I need to go sit down. I maneuvered my way to my slightly wrinkled bed, that had a slight visible shape of two butt cheeks on it. I was trying to fix the markings on my bed and then he spoke up.

"I can't wait to show you to the others! We're going to have are own little clique." He exclaimed while clapping his hands.

I inwardly groaned. Great, more people like him?

"Of course not! I'm too fabulouis."

Oops. Guess I said that out loud.

A moment later I heard an unfamiliar ringtone, by instinct I looked over at my phone that was just chilling on top of my pillow.

"Sassmaster Tomo here!" I flinched when I heard his sudden outburst. Jeez, does this guy ever speak at a normal volume?

"Niall?..Niall?..NIALL! Don't speak to me with your mouth full, peasant. Do you know who I--. Liam! Yes remove that vile creature away from the cellular device...Is he laughing? NIAAAlLL!"

I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. I guess Louis heard me because he turned and looked at me with a smirk. I blushed and quickly went through my bag so I can get myself settled in.

"Liam, guess what?" I peeked over at Louis just in time to see him rolling his eyes.

"Just guess, you noob! Know what? Forget it. I'll just spit it out for you. I have a new roomate! His name is Zayn. Plus one on my list of peasants."

I raised my eyebrows at him but he just completely ignored me.

"No I'm not being mean to him..yet. Sure, he would love to come over. Kay bye!" He slipped his phone in his back pocket and put on his vans... without socks. Guess socks are too peasant-like for him.

Wait--Whaa? Did he just say I'm going to go meet his friends? Noo..No..No.

"Yes, Yes, Yes ,Yes, Yesss" He replied back. I seriously need to stop speaking my thoughts out loud.

"Yes, you do. Anyways you need to come meet Liam and Niall. Like Now." He bossily ordered me. So sassy.

"Umm.. I dont think so..I have alot of stuff to do.. I have to unpack..I'm tired.." I kept shooting out excuses. But when I looked at Louis's blank face I slumped my shoulder. I knew I'm not getting out of this anytime soon.

"Yeah you're not." He smugly replied. Gah, he...

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