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Luke walked me down the hallway. "So, where are you from?" I asked as we turned a corner. "Sydney." He blankly said. Not much of a talker. I had to basically run to catch up to Luke. His tall body glided down the hall. We made our way down to a stairwell. A boy, about the same age of Luke waited at the bottom of the stairs. His red hair caught my eye. "Hey retard." He called as we made our way down the stairs. Luke rolled his eyes as we came to the boy. "Who is she?" The boy questioned, giving me the once-over. He wore a Metallica shirt under a denim jacket, black ripped jeans and black vans. What was the thing with tight ripped black jeans? Luke motioned to me. "This is Jupiter....Jupiter...uh..." "I'm Jupiter Bridges." The boy extended his arm and shook my hand. "I'm Michael Clifford. The boy of your dreams." I rolled my eyes. "More like my nightmares." Luke laughed and Michael smiled. He turned to Luke. "I like her." Then he pushed Luke into the wall. "What the hell was that for?" Luke said. "I was being nice, so I had to be mean. So where are you going?" "He's taking me to my dorm. Or was, until he got pushed into the wall." I moved over to Luke, putting my hand on his back. "Are you ok?" He smiled. "Yeah. Thanks." Luke turned to Michael, who was obviously jealous. "Are you coming? We're going to Lara's room." Michael shrugged. "Whatever loser." Michael started walking, while Luke trailed behind him and I followed.
The walk was pretty short. We stopped in front of a door marked 796. I could hear screamo music coming from inside. Luke knocked. We waited. No answer. We repeated this several times before Michael stepped in front, slammed on the door, and screamed, "LARA, OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR OR I'LL FUCKING BREAK IT DOWN!!!!!" The music snapped off and the door swung open. A tall blond girl wearing a tank top, black skinny jeans and booties opened the door. She was very pretty and looked very pissed off. "Michael What the Fu-" Michael cut her off and pulled her into his chest, kissing her rather aggressively. She kissed him back. I immediately felt uncomfortable. Luke and I shared a glance and nervously laughed. They stayed on each other for what felt like hours. Finally they pulled away, and looked at us. Lara buried her face in Michael's chest for a moment, before she regaining herself and turning to me. "Sorry about that. Michael is stupid. I'm Lara." She shook my hand. "I'm Jupiter." "Jupiter? Really?! Are your parents hippies or something?!" She laughed. "Far from it." I said. "Well, come in!" She motioned to the inside of the room. She guided me and the boys in. It was small, split into two beds and a kitchen. "Door on the left is the closet. On the right is the bathroom. Do you share?" "Uh... Yeah." She nodded. "Good. The bed on the left is mine. Yours is the right. Where's your stuff?" "My m-." My sentence is interrupted by the door opening and my mother stepping in. "Hi baby." "Hi mom." She makes her way to me, glancing at Luke and Michael. "Mom, this is Lara." My mother shook Lara's hand. "Nice to meet you. I should've worn nicer clothes." "It's fine dear. You look nice." Lara nods. "Thank you." "This is Luke, my new friend and Michael, Lara's uh..." "Boyfriend." Lara finishes. My mother cautiously shakes both their hands. "I brought your suitcase and other things." I point to the space next to my bed. She nods and places them there. An awkward science fills the room. My mother looks at me and grabs my hands. "D-do you n-need anything else?" She chokes. "No mom." I roll my eyes. "O-ok." She pulls me in a hug. It seems like the hug lasts hours. "Ok mom." "Alright Honey. I'm sorry." She says before releasing her grip of me. "Call me for anything okay? I love you baby." "I love you too," I mumble as she pulls me into another hug. She finally lets go, wiping tears from her eyes. "Goodbye." She makes her way to the door." "I love you." She says farewell to the boys and Lara before shutting the door, signaling the start of my new journey.
