Samuels P.O.V
Once we got our bags unpacked, I was very tired. 11:30pm. Of course, the one night I NEED sleep I stay up late. At least I spent it with a cute guy. 11:45pm. I need to go to sleep. I have class at 7:30 for American History. I put on my pink, fluffy pajamas and went to my bed. I layed down and fell sleep looking at half-asleep George. He's a cutie.

I woke up at 6:30 am at the sound of my alarm. I gathered my items and took a shower. I picked up my bag and walked to my class. I sat behind a student with poofy hair that was in a tight ponytail and one with a more muscular build. I tried to pay attention in class but listened to their conversation, even though it is rude.
"Oui! I think his name is George!"
It can't be my George. My George. Hmmm, I like the sound of that. I continued to listen to the men.

George's P.O.V
I got up at 8:00am. My first class started at twelve so I had a few hours. I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Shoot, I still had the gel and powder in. I decided to take it out, I'll put it back later. I looked back into the mirror at my red hair. Yes, red hair. Why was I born with such an impure hair color? I walked over to my bed and sat on it. I took a plastic crown out of my nightstand drawer. I placed it on my head. 8:20 am. I walked to my dresser and picked our clothes. I put on some pants and began to put my shirt on. I got it half on and it wouldn't go farther. It was stuck on my crown. I tried to move my arms to free myself but that made it worse. Lucky, someone opened the door.
"Those re- George? Um...do you need some..help?", Samuels said.
"Yes...", I said, my face red with embarrassment. He walked closer and began unbuttoning the top of my shirt. 
"You should have put your shirt on then buttoned it"
"That takes too long.''
He sighed and continued. My face returned to its natural color. He continued but stopped when he could see my face. His eyes widened and he grinned. I wonder why.