So you've been doing what?

Savannah threw herself on her bed, and wrapped herself up in blankets. She'd only been here for a little while, but a lot of things had happened. She'd met people, some she liked, some she didn't. She'd felt lonely, she'd felt remembered, she felt cold she felt hot. She'd felt anger, and she had felt love. 'This is one hay of a place, if only Mom and Dad could see me here, now.' She looked around the room, her eyes settling on the empty bed across form her. Claire was her room mate, but they hadn't talked in forever. She moved some things around next to her bed, and pulled the top blanket around her shoulders. She sat still wondering how things were going for her younger friend. People, people, people, so many of them and they were all different. She hadn't liked everyone she met, but she had liked most people. There were some on her special list, people she wanted to hang out with or meet again. Thinking about them made her smile. 'My life sure has changed since I got here.' She started humming the tune she'd played out in the woods not too long ago and let her mind drift. Having a guy, a boyfriend, to protect her and cherish her would be awesome. 'But you have to be patient, or else you'll get desperate and make a big mistake you'll regret.' Her thoughts, however, were interrupted when the door started to open.

Savannah looked to see Claire had entered the room. 'Crazy timing,' she thought to herself. She waved and pulled the blanket tighter. She wondered if they'd get to talk, or if Claire would have to leave.

"I am so glad to see you Savannah."

"Hey Claire, it's been a while since we talked, it's good to see you here as well. Life has been busy since i got here, and I guess it's the same for you, huh?" She hoped that they'd be able to catch up on things, and see what had happened since the both arrived. She puled her legs onto the bed, and sat cross legged, awaiting for reply.

Savannah smiled as she saw Claire actually staying on the bed. Now, maybe they'd have time to talk! She knew exactly what Claire was talking about. There was lots to do, places to explore, people to meet, and still more of it.

"Do you have any time to talk? Or do you have to go soon?"

"I actually have some spare time, and catching up on things would be terrific! It's just been so busy since we got here, you know? And there's still lots of places and people and I haven't been to or met. So, tell me have you met anyone special? A new best friend or a partner in crime? Where do you like to go the most?" She stopped. She didn't want to overwhelm her. She'd let her answer, and then she could ask the questions.

Savannah was glad they could talk, and listened with enthusiasm. Claire had made lots of friends, and some mentors too! Claire was one of the only people Savannah could call a friend here, and she was her room mate. 'Wow! Sounds opposite of what I've been doing, you should introduce them to me sometime." She smiled despite the fact that she was a ball of anger sadness of stress. 'Yep, I'm just the friendless loser country gal who get under everyone's skin,' the though to herself angrily.

"I actually now have a boyfriend."

"What? No way, that's great for you! What's his name?" Savannah was surprised by the news, but not in the kind of way that would make you think that she believed that Claire wasn't worthy of a boyfriend, no just the opposite. 'That's another thing I'm missing out on.' She stopped to think of James, glancing over at her small dresser. Inside was an unopened letter from his dad, Mr. Sant. She'd been afraid to open it, but excited at the same time. She turned her attention back to Claire.

Savannah thought about a lot of things for a second, then nodded at what Claire said about the people's motives. It was good to be spending time with Claire again, but she hoped she didn't feel guilty about them not talking often. She had a boyfriend, my my, what a nice development for her.' He'll come Savannah, he'll come, she promised herself. What if he doesn't?' she pushed the though out of her mind. The right guy would come along, but then what? How would the relationship go? She didn't want to rush it, or be to serious, but she didn't want it to go too slow, or them just consider each other, a "special friend."

"His name is Sean."

She looked back up at Claire, almost forgetting what they were talking about. "Ah, I see, how old is he? Sorry if you feel like I'm peppering you with questions, I can stop if you'd like." She swung her legs off the side of her bed, letting the circulation come back in. She stretched her arms as well, and settled back into her previous position, listening to what Claire was saying.