Elena had paced around the dorm a couple of time, planning and scrapping and replanning, before realising the best thing to do is pick the clothes she liked. Alan wanted her there, not the Elena she presented when she wanted people to like her, Alan liked her for her usual punk rock and blue hair self. So that's what she was going to be.
So she just ran through her closet with that mentality. Ripped jeans? In the bag. Black boots? Bag. Pirate hat? Odd but it's a staple at this point. Badass long coat? Can't leave home without it. Soon she had a small pile of summer and winter clothing, all ready for the journey ahead. So she wheeled her trunk out, because Elena was smart enough to buy wheels for the damn thing. Carrying all her clothes with her, Alan would know which ones would work. He was such a sweet kid.
Elena eventually managed to chuck her stuff in the classroom and plopped herself down to wait. She was honoured Alan actually invited her, and also was preparing herself for the hug she was going to give him the second he walked through the door.
Friends were precious to Elena, she couldn't afford not to cherish them.
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I'm weak my love.