I'm not sure how I feel about posting online.
This was one of the first times all semester she realized she missed her roommates. She missed having someone to go home to, to squeal and laugh and relive the minute details of insignificant moments. She tended to think herself above that-- she frequently got annoyed with typical teenage girl behavior and tried to avoid those individuals whose only form of communication seemed to be a loud, high-pitched squeal and whose only topics of conversation revolved around boys, toys, and the latest fashion.
This is not to say that her roommates were always like this, nor even frequently so. But with six college-age girls all living under the same little roof with far-less-than-soundproof-walls, sometimes the estrogen levels became a little much.
But at this moment, she missed it. There's nothing quite like having a moment of intense, giddy excitement, looking around for someone with which to share it and finding no one. In fact, she realized he was a little embarrassed by her sudden outburst. Sighing, she picked up her tray, crushed the remains of her styrofoam Jamba cup, and dumped it in the trash bin. Her excitement from moments before seemed tainted now, and try as she might, she could not bring it back to its fullness.