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Two

Harry Styles

Sunday is probably my least favorite day of the week.

Yes, I love the fact that I don't have any classes today, but that's quite literally the only positive thing about this day of the week. It's really a day of nothing but anticipation for the upcoming week full of school and work, places closing early, and everybody I've been surrounded by for the past two months usually being hungover and grouchy, trying to recover from the events of the weekend in time for class the next day.

On top of those negatives, Carter also works until five at the bookstore up the road. I always come up to the store for her lunch break, but that's a brief thirty-minute conversation over food before I'm kicked out to ensure that I don't fuck anything up in front of her boss.

Apparently, her boss isn't a very kind woman, but Carter has no other complaints about the job. It's a very small store, meaning it's usually her and one other coworker on the job at a time. She loves the quiet and laid-back atmosphere, spending most of her time sitting and reading or studying while sitting on her stool behind the counter. When she feels like it, though, she ventures through the aisles to organize the books stored upon each shelf. She doesn't care if she's being asked to do it or not, she does it because she wants to.

Her absence for the majority of the day on Sunday only adds to the negativity of it as a whole, leaving me with nothing else to do but actually complete any work I have and study at the very last minute in comparison to her. I've tried to get my work done for each class ahead of time before, but that just isn't what works for me. That may be the procrastinator with a short attention span in me speaking, but that's how I feel. I see no point in getting things done that early if I can successfully cram them into one day before they're due.

That tendency of mine is probably why I hardly made it into this school in the first place after being one day short of the deadline to apply. Carter had to march into my room and bombard me about it without warning, helping me write my essay and even being the one to hit submit on the application. It's not that I didn't want to do it, I just forgot after procrastinating for so long.

I would be a complete mess without her.

I sit on my bed, working through my math notes and forcing myself to even go as far as doing some extra practice problems so I can understand the material. I'm a business major—a typical choice for someone who doesn't know what the hell they're doing, I know. As a freshman, though, everyone is taking a lot of similar entry-level classes before branching off into their majors more specifically. We aren't fully split into groups just yet. Every major is somewhat different, sure, but not an entirely different world this early on in our first year.

I was always guided in the direction of a lawyer by my mum. Her experience in the field could've been beneficial to my success if I chose that route, but after witnessing the impact of her workload on her life firsthand, I don't want to get into anything like that. The stress it's caused her over the years isn't worth the money she's paid for it, in my opinion. I know that's partially on her after biting off more than she could chew following losing my dad, but I still wish she would've done things a bit differently.

She's very passionate about law, which I know, of course. Hell, we moved to a completely different country for her to take a job opportunity when I was hardly five years old. Granted, it was also less than a year after my dad's passing, which may have motivated the sudden change in scenery. I couldn't be more grateful for her choice to move given who I have in my life because of it, but it's the intense immersion into her career that came after the change in location that makes me feel slightly bitter about things.

She worked late most days, leaving me with a nanny I didn't like and would always escape by being with Carter and her mum, Jamie, who I adore. She's been best friends with my mum for as long as I can remember. They met before Carter and I did at a David Bowie concert what feels like forever ago, as they like to say, and they coincidentally moved next door to each other years later. We were both astonished to hear about this after clicking so quickly as kids, and it only strengthened our bond to know that our parents are the same.