About a Girl

The thing about Seras Flynn was that she was honest. All the time. She hated to lie or sugarcoat the truth. Brutal honesty was her policy. It was such a policy that made her dormmate despise her that evening.

"What do you think?" Emily Drewt asked, turning around to model her latest fashion purchase. Seras looked up from her book and cast a wry grin in the girl's direction.

"I don't think red suits you very well," she said after a moment. "It kind of washes you out."

Emily pouted a moment, knowing that Seras was probably right. Red looked too bold against her white skin and mousy brown hair. But she really adored the dress she'd purchased today and suddenly being told she didn't look good in it got under her skin.

"Well, what would you know about fashion?" she huffed, giving a cursory glance at Seras' black clad form. "I guess I shouldn't be asking advice from someone who prefers to wear her stockings with holes in them."

Seras looked up quite sharply from her book. "Despite whether you find that appealing or not, face it, holes in stockings are all the rage in street fashion these days."

She was right, again. And Emily hated her for it. Grumbling under her breath, she tore the bright red minidress off and reached into her closet for a safer choice of blue. This particular shade of blue matched her saphire eyes and Seras nodded approvingly once Emily had dolled herself up once again.

"Much better," she chuckled. "Have fun at your little kegger party."

"It's not a kegger party!" Emily exclaimed. "It's just some guys from the frat house that invited us over for a few drinks."

Seras flipped a page in her book, making no comment. Emily gave up trying to reason with her stubborn roommate and fled the dorm room in a hurry, slamming the door shut behind her.

"She forgot her purse," Seras commented lightly to herself. It didn't take long for Emily to come storming back in, grab her purse, and then tear back out. She slammed the door once again as well.

Truthfully, she enjoyed tormenting her dormmate like this. Emily was a nice girl, but she got worked up over really pointless things, something Seras never failed to take advantage of. Emily put up with Seras mostly because she was clean, didn't play her music loud or stay up all night watching television like her last roommate did.

They weren't really friends, but they had a good system and it just wasn't worth it to switch rooms over the fact that they more or less drove each other nuts.

It was nearly nine o'clock at night and Seras found that she was becoming hungry. The campus cafeteria had already closed down for the night, but there was a twenty-four hour diner within walking distance, so Seras packed a few textbooks into her oversized black purse and grabbed some cash from her leather jacket. She slipped into her chunky platform mary-janes and exited the room, making sure to lock it behind her.

The autumn night was cool, but Seras was comfortable in just her Victorian blouse and knee-length plaid skirt. She shrugged her purse higher up on her shoulder and inhaled the crisp September air.

This was her second year at Hamilton State University and also her second year of general courses. Frankly, she wished she could skip generals and move straight into her major. Seras had her heart set on becoming both a best-selling novelist and a high school English teacher before she turned thirty. She was already twenty-one, and with no desire whatsoever to change her major, she wished that it had been possible to skip all general courses.

As it was, she was stuck with a rather difficult math course and some meager excuse for a biology class. Those were the two that bothered her the most, out of all her courses. And for some unexplainable reason they were also the two that handed out the most homework and lab time.

Seras had planned to spend a few hours at the diner with a plate of french fries working on her math coursework, but those plans seemed to derail awfully quickly when someone nearly ran into her for a second time that day.

Imagine her surprise when the boy who looked up at her from his wheelchair (wait, wheelchair!?) turned out to be none other than the boy she'd rescued earlier. Aaron drew back sharply when he realized who he'd nearly run over on the sidewalk.

"You?" He gaped at her.

She gawked back. If her eyes weren't bugged out enough, they nearly burst from her head when she got a good look at the house behind him. It was enormous. Granted, she knew she had to walk through a rather prestigious neighborhood before crossing the highway to reach her destination, but she never really stopped to admire these homes.

"Don't tell me you live here?" she asked him in awe. He fidgeted in his seat a bit and looked at the ground.

Finally he looked up, in a panic, upon hearing a woman from inside the house yelling his name. "Yes, I live here! Now get out of my way, I'm in a hurry."

Sera stepped to the side to let him pass. "Where are you off to?"

He had his chair aimed toward the direction she had just come from and he stopped, pausing thoughtfully. "I really have no idea."

"Well, nothing's open in that direction," she pointed out. "The cafeteria closed at seven and the library is probaly closing up now too..." she paused. "I'm heading to Nickel's Diner. You can join me if you want."

He turned to look at her, and she tried to give him the friendliest smile she could conjur up. It seemed to convince him, since he turned his chair around and began wheeling towards her. "It better not be far," he grumbled.

And so they walked (and rolled) in silence.