Roommates, with nightmares

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"Hurry up with the boxes Julie!" I yell as I balance the two cardboard boxes in my hands while trying to get the door to my new apartment open. once I finally get the door open

"Shut up Max! I'm a weakling, and you know this." She comments. I roll my eyes and sit down the boxes.

She has a point. she can barley lift a gallon of water without an struggle. she's been that way since I met her two years ago in my first year of college.

I'm currently moving into a new apartment because I got accepted to a full scholarship at a better school. Julie says that someone already lives in the apartment and should be back anytime soon. I'm just glad that she goes here so I can know someone in this place and not be a loner.

Like I usually am.

We unpack all the boxes from the back of my pickup truck. it's a worn down red, muddy piece of crap. but I love it. my dad ave it to me before he....died.

I still can't bear that memory. that painful painful memory. it was with a car. He worked with them all the time. I remember when I was little running and jumping on him. His dirty outfit and hands with grease and black stuff covering his pale shin.

I miss my dad.

I won't lie, I'm a daddy's girl all over. or used to be. I wish he could be here to help me. help me get through this. He was like my best friend. Like when I was sixteen and I was getting over a massive heart break.

That's another story that I'm not about to remember. That was a horrible break up. The guy, Alex, cheated on me with another girl. I was so heart broken. He was my first kiss, and first something else.

I'm not going to go all detail into it. Ot will just make me want to cry even more. Only Julie knows about all of that. And I'm NOT going to tell anyone else.

"So when is she getting here?" I ask as we put down the last few boxes. I pull my straight black hair up in a pony tail as I sit down on the couch. It has to be at least one hundred degrees outside right now. And so far, I don't feel the air conditioner working in this place.

Julie slumps down beside me on the couch as her small black curls bounce as she moves. I wish I had naturally curly hair. But mines plain and straight.

"Oh, it's not a girl."

"What?!" Okay, I know most girls would love to share a room with a guy but I'm different, I can barely talk to guys without biting all my nails off. Yes, it's ridiculous, I know, but that's me so don't judge.

"Yea, and Megan said he's a fucking hottie too," She said smirking. "Maybe you could get some." She wiggled her eyebrows at me. While I just rolled mine.

Megan is her other friend that goes here. Shes all about image. Shes the kind of girl you see in every high school movie. Blonde girl with perfect everything and gets all the guys. Thats obviously why IM not friends with her. girls like that don't exactly like me.

"I can barely even talk to guys, Jules." I point out.

She shrugs. "What about Alex?"

"Don't bring him up." I command.

"I'm just saying, that was a long time ago max. You need to find someone in your life, you've just got me and your brother. You need someone."

She's right. the only people who I care for is her and my brother, Thomas, who I call Tom. He goes I this college also, but he's couldn't help me with the move because he's on his way back from visiting his girlfriend. I don't really know her, but I've heard nice things about her.