Liam's luggage felt like felt like it carried rocks as he toted them from the EastpointeU registration building towards the large dorm buildings. He was exhausted. The last few days had been the hardest of his life. Liam had been mentally and physically beaten down by the death of his older brother, and due to his passing, he'd missed both registration days and had to settle in the afternoon before classes started. On top of that, he simply hadn't gotten any sleep. Liam was a mess, and his focus was anywhere but where it needed to be.
It wasn't long before Liam had gotten lost. He'd made his way to every dorm building in the area, or so he thought, and at every one he'd been told he was at the wrong one. Liam ran a hand through his shaggy strawberry blonde hair, sitting down on a bench just outside of the last building and taking a moment for himself. His fingers lingered on a stray strand of hair and he realized he needed a hair cut. It wasn't something he'd though about lately because of everything that had gone on, but it hadn't been cut since he'd went into marine training with his brother, which he later quit with dreams of going off to college. His brother stayed and was shipped off to Iraq while Liam worked to get enough money to Go to Eastpointe University. It was one reason why he'd blamed himself for his brothers death. He figured he'd find a local barber after he'd settled down.
With that last thought, Liam made the trek back over to the registration building, to talk to the woman he had spoken to before. Once inside he spoke to the woman again, making sure she gave him the right building. "I went to all seven of them," He'd said, "They told me I was --" The woman, who wore large thin framed glasses, and held her stringy grey hair in a bun, cut him off abruptly, "There's eight buildings, sir. You haven't been to all of them. Your particular building is in a far corner of the campus." Liam siged and thanked her. He turned to leave, looking at his watch. It was getting late and he still needed to grab--His thoughts were interrupted as he ran into someone. That very someone fell to the floor with a soft yelp, long brown hair covering their face. They spoke at the same time, saying the same thing "I am so Sorry," They both stopped, and Liam mustered up a smile as the girl brushed the brunette hair out of her face. She was very pretty, beautiful even, and suddenly Liam was a lot more embarrassed than he was before. "I'm a huge klutz," she continued. Liam shook his head, helping her up, "No, no, it was my fault. I apologize."
As she stood up the girl looked him over. Liam was 6 feet tall, and had slate grey eyes. He didn't consider himself attractive or muscular or anything. He was merely an average looking guy, and hadn't had a girlfriend since junior high. He figured being single wasn't a big deal, but standing there with this beautiful girl sizing him up he was glad he was single.
After staring at the girl for a bit, he cleared his throat and picked up the bags he'd dropped.
