Julie left her mom a falsely optimistic voicemail saying that she had some very strong housing possibilities and would likely be happily settled into a new place by the weekend. It could happen, right? Except that it was becoming apparent to Julie that she and her mom had been grossly na?ve about what living in Boston would entail. Julie swore under her breath. Now she was another step closer to having to call her father for money. It was Wednesday night, so that gave her a few days to make good on her white lie. She had orientation tomorrow, and she'd just have to interrogate everyone she met for apartment leads.
Julie turned on her computer and checked the rental sites that she had bookmarked. Nothing new had come up. Even though her first few days in Boston had been a bit unsettled, she couldn't complain. At least she had a good place to stay, even if it was temporary. Finn's room was comfortable, and it somehow felt natural for her to be in here. Things would work out.
Plus, she was getting a kick-start to her undergraduate education just by eating dinner with the Watkins clan.
Dinner tonight had been Indian take-out complemented by a themed discussion about the religious diversity of India, arranged marriages, and the cash-for-votes scandal of 2008. Not that Julie had had much to contribute, since her knowledge of Indian culture and politics was embarrassingly limited, but she'd enjoyed the heated discussion. Erin had banged the table a number of times when making a point, Roger had thoughtfully tilted his head and delivered soft-spoken comments that sympathized with the people of India, and Matt had referenced several historic events, citing the year and exact date. Even though she had mostly just listened during the meal, Julie had found the conversation thoroughly enjoyable.
This is what she hoped her college classes would be like: dynamic, thought-provoking dialogue, piles of new information, and everything opposite from the dull, rote classroom teachings of her high school. Although presumably there would be no Flat characters in the college classrooms.
Right now Celeste was asleep with Flat Finn standing next to her headboard, Erin and Roger were back at work again, and Matt was holed up in his room. He'd applied and been accepted to be a research assistant for one of his professors, and so tonight he was pondering "effective decomposition strategies for certain nonconvex mixed-integer nonlinear optimization problems." Whatever the hell that meant. According to Matt, his work involved lots of coding and testing of some new algorithm and then doing numerical experiments on the performance of said scintillating algorithm. This was apparently about as exciting as it got for Matt. Maybe he had a nice mainstream hobby that she didn't know about?Julie's email notified her that she was now Facebook friends with both Matt and Finn. Oh, and that Finn had commented on her status about never being too rich or too Finn. Best. Update. Ever, he'd written. So he had a sense of humor. Although Julie wondered if he even knew who she was. Had anyone in his family let him know that she was a guest in their house? She sent him a quick private message:
Dear Finn,Despite appearances, I am not in fact some weirdo who befriends strangers on Facebook and works their names into status updates. At least not on a regular basis. Our mothers went to college together, and I'm in Boston starting Whitney in a few days. My housing fell through, and your parents were nice enough to let me crash in your room while I figure things out. Not sure if anyone had told you about me...Any booby traps in here that I should know about? I wouldn't want Flat Finn to have an accident should he stop by to chat.-Julie
Julie clicked on Finn's profile page. He had a bunch of online albums, and she browsed through tons of photos of him in one picturesque spot after another: posing in the foreground of a mountain range; wading through a river; surrounded by tropical foliage; bundled up in ski gear during blizzard conditions; and kayaking on a pristine lake. And then there were pictures documenting his volunteer work showing him unloading boxes of food from the back of a rickety truck, huddling with a group of children in a bare-bones classroom, and balancing on a ladder as he hammered nails into the beam of a house under construction. And her personal favorite, a tan Finn emerging from the ocean with a surfboard and wearing only a pair of swim trunks. She couldn't help it. Finn was decidedly gorgeous, and anyone would have drooled a bit. Rugged, lean, perfect hair, adorable smile...
Her email alert sounded. She had a message from Finn.
Hi, Julie-Truthfully, I'm a little disappointed that you're not a stalker. I've been doing what I can to lure one in, and I thought I'd finally succeeded. Oh, well. I'll keep trying. Hope the monsters under my bed haven't been keeping you up at night. (They tend to enjoy late night keg parties and loud doo wop music.) If they give you any trouble, I suggest singing anything from 2000-2006. They don't care for those years because it was during that time that the monster economy crashed, and they all had to cut back. Try a little Green Day (monsters don't respond well to any pop rock anthem). John Mayer used to work, but after he said something about, "the Joshua Tree of vaginas," the monsters couldn't stop laughing. Noisily. If all else fails, there's a baseball bat in my closet. Don't be afraid to use it.So Flat Finn hasn't freaked you out too much? He's a cool guy. Keep an eye on him, though. He likes to take the car out once in a while, and he never refills the tank.-Finn
Julie laughed and wrote back.
Finn-Thanks for the heads up. I had a feeling FF might have a sneaky streak. He has that look about him. Something about the way he refuses to make eye contact.I appreciate the tips. Ohio monsters can only be banished by showing reruns of "According to Jim," but I've never been able to make myself do that.-Julie
She clicked on Facebook's news feed. Both Matt and Finn had recent updates. Oh, good Lord. These were some weird brothers.Matthew Watkins I like Facebook more than I like conversations with real people, because here I don't have to wait until someone has finished talking before I say something else that's really inane and tangential.