[color=9e0b0f][h2] Max Patel [/h2][/color]
[color=9e0b0f][h2] Eclipse Dorms [/h2][/color]
Max was greeted at the door by Rebecca who seemed rather nervous. He didn't understand why though. It was her idea for them to live together. She had wanted this since he could remember. He shook his head and carried the boxes by himself to the bedroom. After he was done with the task at hand, he could smell the delicious, warm smell of the lunch Becca was preparing for the two of them. He then realized that he had skipped breakfast in the rush of waking up late and last minute packing, so he was starving. He walked back to the kitchen where Becca was finishing up cooking. He breathed in the wonderful aroma and gave Becca a rare, but pleasant smile. "Wow, I almost forgot that you were such a great cook," he said, admiringly, and walked up behind her. With his head over her shoulder, he checked to see what she was making. "Pork fillet... I can't wait to try it." His voice was a bit softer and gentler as he spoke into her ears. 

He leaned back out of Rebecca's way, not wanting to disturb her while she was cooking and took a seat at the dining table. His stomach began to grumble yet he tried his best to be patient. Every so often he would glance over at Becca. Maybe it was because his blood sugar levels were low, but she looked...cuter than usual. She was always nice-looking but he always saw her as just Becca, a girl that he was matched up with at this stupid academy. While she wasn't someone he couldn't bare, he never really considered her his type. But now-

He forced himself to stop his train of thoughts.[i]"Becca is just Becca,"[/i] he told himself silently. If he thought otherwise, he might start to develop feelings for her or get all weird and shy. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if he did. They were matched. It was what was expected of them. Should he start giving this relationship thing a try? What if he starts caring for her but then she breaks his heart? There are just too many risks. 

Max's mind went back and forth as if it was the tennis ball in a seemingly never-ending rally. The longer it went on, the more confused he became. He hoped that lunch would be served as soon as possible or else who knows what might happen to him.

[@KuroNeko]