Fancy meeting you (Zack)

[DELILAH PUNZEL]

Delilah couldn't believe it.

She had made it to her sophomore year of college! Her second year of actual schooling! Delilah couldn't help but picture the horrified look her so-called "mother" would have if Delilah were to saunter down to South Carolina and say "I told you so". To tell her what all she had done in one year of college, the parties she had attended, the classes she had passed, the people she had met and befriended.

Oh, and all the men she had gotten to know.

The fact that Delilah had a boyfriend was exciting, and quite smug-making. Never in a million years would Delilah have imagined that she would be living in New York, attending college, and have a steady boyfriend. Any time she thought about how far she had come in just two years, it made her light up like the sun in happiness, and she practically radiated pride.

Now Delilah stood in her dorm room (a coed room, not to the knowledge of her boyfriend), putting the finishing touches on her half of the room. The bed was made, nightstand accessorized, and all her clothes put away. All that was left were a few pictures of her and Blake, and her friend Dan. She slipped them into a few frames and set them carefully on her desk. There. Everything was perfect! Maxwell Smart, her one-eyed kitten (the poor thing lost his right eye as a newborn), was curled up on her pillows, sleeping. Delilah was paying careful attention to Rapunzel as to make sure she didn't pop out at her roommate. That wouldn't go over well.

notes;; Yay! Sucky post is sucky!

[ZACK CHARMING]

Zack Charming prided himself in the fact that there were not a lot of things he didn’t know. He could solve an iterative set of coupled nonlinear equations, rationalize a set of denaturing RNA gel electrophoreses, and classify one hundred alphatic compounds in less time than it took the average human being to turn on a calculator. But he had to admit that he had absolutely no idea in all the multiverse what on Earth had actuated his requesting a coeducational dorm.

A seventeen-year-old adolescent male sleeping and living in a room with, presumably, a nineteen-year-old girl. A seventeen-year-old adolescent male with a…well, a girlfriend, ostensibly.

Girlfriend. I have a girlfriend. The word felt anomalous in his mind, like the taste of a foreign substance in his mouth. A girlfriend. Zack Charming. The two just didn’t coalesce.

Zack entered the dorm, towing his suitcase behind him. ”Greetings,” he declared, making a beeline for the empty bed and not glancing at his roommate. ”Zackary Morgan Charming. Sophomore. Mathematics major. Yes, I am a tad young for my academic year, and no, I am not at all inclined to answer questions about that fact.”

He began to unpack his books, arranging them on the shelf across from the bed. ”Yes, I do happen to own quite an extensive collection of compendiums. Please do not touch them unless you have my explicit permission, though I doubt you’d understand the majority of their contents.” He still hadn’t turned to lay eyes upon his roommate, though he was still confident that no matter how many high school AP classes she’d passed, she wouldn’t be able to stomach the majority of this lexicon.

He began to flip through his new copy of “Elements of Boolean Algebra”, whistling Stenhammar’s Sonata in A Sharp Minor.