Meet your roommate

It is late when you get back to your dorm. The halls are quiet and have a much different feeling than when everyone was running around and moving in this afternoon. As you walk into your room, you see that your roommate has arrived but is sound asleep. So you crawl into your bed in the dark and fall asleep.

Suddenly you are awoken by the feeling of a cold metal object touching your throat. As your eyes adjust to the morning light coming in through the window, you see what looks like a sword, straight out of Lord of the Rings, making its way from your neck up to a small hand. Holding the sword is a tall girl with pale skin and bright blue eyes. You think you recognize her.

She starts to speak in a shakey voice, "who the fuck are you? And why are you in my room?"

"Mandy!" you say, finally recognizing her. She is the nerdy girl you cheated off in honors English.

"John!" she replies in shock, "what are you doing here?"

"Going to college?"

"No, I mean in my dorm room," she asks while lowering the sword.

"I could ask you the same thing."

You are finally starting to recover from the shock of being woken up with a sword being held to your throat. You look over at Mandy. She has her hair pulled back in a ponytail and is wearing large-frame glasses and an old sleep shirt that goes to her knees. It has a picture of an owl on it reading a book with a word bubble above his head. But the words are so faded you can't make out what it said many many washes ago.

You both double-check your paperwork and confirm you are in the correct room.

"Damn it!" Mandy groans, "I knew this was a co-ed dorm, but come on..."

"I'm sure it's just a mistake and an easy fix. We'll just go down to the register's office."

"It's Sunday. They aren't open on the weekends." She says while rolling her eyes. You can't help but notice how beautiful her eyes are. You never looked at her like that in school because she was just always nerdy Mandy, but something about her has changed.

"The room does have a privacy divider." You state, "We could just be adults and share a room for a day or two."

She gives you a dirty look.

"You can sleep with your sword if it makes you feel better." You add, trying to lighten the mood.

"Ha, it's a prop from The Return of the King," she laughs, "as she runs her hand down it, showing you how dull it is."

You put your hand on your heart, "no funny business, I promise."

"Oh fine," she relents, "but this thing can still cause blunt **** trauma."