Diary/Journal/Whatever is Manly

Chapter 3

"Hello!" Stacey sing-songed, as she seemed to literally appear from nowhere. 

"Why are you so happy?" Misty asked her friend, as they started walking together.  It was part of their routine. There were two buildings next to each other, from a distance they looked like one building, those were the dorms. Misty and Stacey lived in separate buildings, so they got ready and then met up with each other to start their trek to the coffee shop, that was on the opposite side of campus. 

"I finally thought of something, that I'm absolutely positive will annihilate any idea Dennis could possibly come up with." She answered, adding her own version of a diabolical laugh afterwards. 'Drama kids', Misty thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. 

"Oh well, at least you've got an idea of what you're doing for your major work." Misty complained, though it came out more like a statement.

"Still nothing?" 

"Oh no, I've had ideas since before we started our classes. It's just they all seem bland."

"Well sorry miss, I've had my life planned out since I was four. You should just be happy you have so many ideas. You know how long it took me to think of just this one, it took me until 3am this morning, when I woke up screaming from a nightmare!" Stacey exclaimed. No matter how much she loved Misty, there were times she wanted to strangle her friend.

"But you love your idea."

"..." Frowning, Stacey thought 'drat, Misty has a point'. She opened and closed her mouth a few times trying to come up with a counterpoint, even pointing a finger towards Misty at one point. "Just, start with the one you hate the least and go from there."

"What kind of advice is that?"

"Shut up," Stacey mumbled, embarrassed. Misty obeyed her friend's command and the two continued to walk in silence to the coffee shop. Stacey taking in the views around them, she did not know who decided to have a campus around a little paradise but, she was all for it. Misty on the other hand mulling over Stacey's suggestion, going through all her ideas at picking them off one by one. Eventually they made it to the coffee shop, Misty coming back to the the present when she heard the little bell announcing their arrival.

"What are you getting?"

"My usual, what about you?"

"I don't know yet."

"Oh it's him."

"Him!" Stacey shouted. Not in a schoolyard 'ooo-la-la you've got a crush' kind of way. More like in a, 'you talked to another human being' kind of way.

"Yes, him. The guy I spoke to last night in the library. He's in Stanley's class."

"Well, then let's go say hi." Stacey decided for the both them, as she hooked their elbows and led them both to the mysterious 'him'. "Hey, random guy my friend met last night."

"What friend? I don't know any of you."

"We literally met last night."

"No we didn't, I would remember such a lovely face."

"Not impressed. But yes we met."

"Trust me I would remember, I mean look at you. Unless we met at a party, if so, sorry but, you know how these things go."

"I don't party."

"Then I've definitely not met you."

"This is why I don't like people." It all went downhill from there, right after Misty finished her sentence whilst giving Stacey a pointed look.

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"Maybe he's an idiot."

"Misty!"

"What, I don't mean intellectually. I meant like, you know, retarted mentally."

"Misty!"

"What? It's a valid assumption, considering the way he has been acting."

"Yeah but, you can't call people retarted. It's rude and offensive. Archaic."

"Okay, little miss 'get with the times'. You'd think that you're the English major with your repertoire for the English language."

"Says the one speaking posh and using words like repertoire."

"Never said I, was an idiot."

"Misty!" The two friends sat next to each other on navy blue, plastic chairs that were connected together. They both stared off into the distance as they had their serious conversation which had Stacey hoping that no one was paying attention. She really did not need a lecture right now from a health professional about the advancement of understanding regarding mental health. Despite Misty's assurance that the room was hardly over crowded, considering the fact that people avoid anything that will lead to the hospital and everything to do with bills. 

Misty wondered why the hospitals were always bursting at the seams on television. She would have understood if it was a momentous accident with many casualties but, it's not like those happen everyday. The décor was different too. Instead of everything being blinding white, it was an off-white, leaning closer to a very, light shade of blue. Also, everything seemed to flow nicely, unlike the chaos often associated with medical dramas. All in all she felt very lied too. Even the plastic chairs for crying out loud, were not even remotely as uncomfortable as they liked to play it off. They felt like any other plastic chair one would find anywhere else.