'The Roommate': The Next Generation of Stars Page #4

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Now, tell me, looking at

these two options, which one's best?

Is there a right or wrong in fashion?

Who can tell me the difference

between fashion and style?

Miss Matthews?

Fashions fade, but style is eternal.

Yves Saint Laurent. Exactly.

All the money in the world

can't buy you style.

But it can buy you a good stylist.

Touch.

Hi.

Hi. Thank you.

How'd you know what time

my class got out?

I'm your roommate.

Tracy said something about

you scared her.

- What?

- Yeah.

No. It's more like she scared me.

She was racing to the bathroom

like she was gonna hurl.

She practically knocked me over.

Well, the girl does love to party.

Anyway, I wouldn't worry about it.

I gotta go meet Irene.

Thanks again for the coffee.

- Sara!

- Hey.

- Irene!

- Finally!

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Sit, sit, sit.

- Okay.

I so wanna be you when I grow up.

- Hell, I wanna be me when I grow up.

- Irene. Ready?

Two seconds. Your dad keeps leaving

me messages. Like, four this week.

I hope you told him I'm closing

the library every night.

I told him I haven't seen you.

For all I know, you could be a crack ho.

- Perfect.

- All right, you're done.

- Thank you for coming.

- Of course. I wouldn't miss it.

I haven't seen you around much.

Since you blew me off

for dinner and all.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah.

Actually, I was thinking

maybe dinner tonight?

I'm studying, so....

- Oh, I see.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Page 3.

- It's very dense.

Right.

All right. All right. Let's go.

- Okay.

- Let's go quick...

...before I change my mind.

Goddamn it.

Hey! How about

turning on the light?

Hello?

I know it's you.

B*tch.

Freak.

You wanna know what I think?

I think you're a trashy,

little party-going whore.

And you are a bad influence on her.

You tell anyone about this

and I will kill you.

Okay.

Okay.

Nice belly ring.

Hey, it's Sara. Leave a message.

Well, thank you

for helping me not study.

Oh, any time.

Yeah?

Where were you?

Hi.

I kept on calling and calling.

- Rebecca, this is Stephen.

- I'm going to bed now.

I'm glad you're okay.

- You got a curfew?

- No.

I guess she's right.

I should have called.

Okay.

Good night.

- I'll see you later.

- Sara.

Last night,

I was just worried about you.

You don't need to worry about me.

I can take care of myself. Okay?

- We're good, right?

- Yeah, we're good.

- I'm already her best friend?

- It's kind of sad.

Stop it.

Maybe she really likes you.

- You know what I mean?

- No, I don't.

- No?

- No.

- I think you do.

- You are a moron.

Thank you.

Stephen.

Tracy. Tracy.

Hey.

- Hey.

- I heard you changed dorms.

Yeah. Conrad Hall,

it seemed like a better vibe, so....

- We should get together. Grab a bite.

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