"Angela...would you hurry up?" asked my impatient roommate Karen.
I sighed, and after one more once over at my face, I turned to face her. Karen would never understand my innate desire to look my best. We were heading for the campus coffeeshop...but who knew...maybe, just maybe Brian would be there. My friend Lisa had told me that Nick was going to be there. We all knew that wherever Nick was, Brian was sure to be close behind. I grabbed my peacoat and threw on my gloves. The cold New Hampshire air stung our faces. Even though winters were long...too long usually...I knew that I would never want to live anywhere else. It was gorgous outside...the powdery snow glittered like precious stones under the illumination of the moon. My heart performed a little leap...that meant that I was excited. I knew that Brian was going to be at the coffeeshop.
Karen grabbed my arm "Angela...I'm so exited for you!"
I shrugged--trying to hide my exitement. "You really think he'll be there?" I asked.
"I'm positive...we all know that Nick and Brian are attatched at the hip."
I sighed. I had to admit...I had it bad. I'll never forget my first day here. Ok, so it wasn't that long ago...four monthes ago actually. I was running into my dorm room, trying my best not to burst into tears at the thought of never living at home again. Well, I bumped into this guy, I didn't really notice his good looks at the time for obvious reasons. The next day I began my new job as a receptionist for Dana Hall (my dorm). I was desperatly trying to mull over my first Humanities assignment (my job is never exciting!) when I was startled by a voice coming from my right. Now, granted the voice wasn't very deep...but it still had a cute appeal to it that I appreciate to this day.
"How's it going?"
I met his eyes, and then looked over my shoulder to make sure this handsome guy was talking to me...and not someone who might be nearby.
I looked into the set of the bluest eyes I have ever seen. He was wearing a white T-shirt and a backwards baseball cap. There is something about a guy in a white t-shirt that sets my heart racing...and then the cure baseball cap that added to the effect. I stumbled a little over my words becuase I'm kind of a shy person...especially when I first meet someone.
I looked up embaressed--suddenly realizing that this was the guy that I had run into when I was high tailing it into my room to have a major crying fest. "Well..." I shrugged shyly "I'm a little homesick." That certainly was an understatement!
"Man, on my first week of school here I went home every weekend. I know what it's like to want to be home."
I wondered briefly if he was like a peer counseler or something. Maybe one of my neighbors heard me crying and called him to the rescue. Why else would such a cutie petutie notice me?
I sighed and closed my book. That began my first of many conversations with Brian Thomas Littrell. I found out that he was a junior music theory major, and that he happened to be best friends with Nick Carter, who just happened to be in both Behavioral Psych class AND my English class.
Now, here I was...trecking up the hill to go to the coffeeshop...when I wasn't even hungry...just hoping to get a glimpse of Brian. Whenever I find someone that I'm interested in, I obsess over it, and I don't lose interest until either a better guy comes around, or I find out that the guy has a crappy personality. The coffeeshop loomed in sight, and my heart began to pound again. Here we were!