Landon sneered. "Please," he said. "We boys don't need to cake our faces with an ounce of makeup and eyeliner to feel pretty. I already know I'm gorgeous." He laughed and crossed his arms as Kaelyn opened the door to her dorm.

It had been a while since he was last in there. The lights were turned off and it smelled, well, mostly like perfume. It wasn't a huge mess like Landon had expected, since her roommate had a good three weeks of having the dorm to herself. But actually, everything seemed in order and Kaelyn's bed was neatly made in loyal wait of her arrival.

The original mess of Kaelyn's rampage was also cleaned up. The clothes were assumedly put back into the dresser, and, now framed neatly, was a picture of Kaelyn's soccer team's picture. Katrina and Kaelyn had their arms on each other's shoulders and they had playful smiles on their faces. Next to it, was an unframed picture that looked like it had been unfolded. Landon knew what it was, but he didn't point it out. He was afraid to.

With a sigh, Landon sat down on her bed and tiredly rubbed his forehead. "So, where should we start?" he asked.