The Traveler

The College Kids

You sat on the couch after a nice relaxing shower. Your hair was still a bit damped, but it was whatever.

At the moment, you were looking through the camera to see what shots were good and which were bad.

Rakan: How do you like your eggs, kid?

You looked up to the older boy and gave it some thought.

Y/N: I....whatever is fine. I have no preference.

Xayah: Wrong answer. It's sunnyside up.

Ezreal: Let the man have his eggs the way he wants.

Y/N: It really doesn't matter.

Rakan: It does matter. It always matters. Every choice you make matters. It's your choice, therefore it matters.

You just looked at the boy for a moment before you slowly nodded. You didn't quite get it, but whatever.

Y/N: Scrambled. I like them scrambled.

Jinx: Fuck yeah. We're going to be good friends, kid.

You looked around at the friends that had gathered. They all seemed close. You could tell that they've been friends for a while now. Granted, you didn't know much about them.

You put the camera down and looked over to where Ezreal was sitting. He was spining a knife around his hand, not really caring if he cut himself.

Y/N: So, you guys are in college, right?

Ezreal: Yep. I'm studying archeological research.

Y/N: Like Indiana Jones?

Ezreal laughed a bit.

Ezreal: Sure. Like Indiana Jones.

Xayah: What about you, Y/N? You planning on going to college?

You shook your head.

Y/N: Not really. I'm not, uh, very good at school.

Jinx: Good. Shit's a scam anyway. That's why I didn't go.

Rakan: You didn't go because you hate school.

Jinx: It's a waste if time, that's why.

You raised a brow as you sat back on the couch.

Y/N: You don't go to college?

Jinx: Only the parties. I'm a tattoo artist. Actually, I did everyone's.

You looked around to see everyone nodding. You wondered if she did her own as well. You actually never met a tattoo artist before.

She seemed really cool, though.

They all did.

Akali: Alright, bitches. Let's get this party started.

You looked over to the hall, but quickly turned away with red cheeks.

Xayah: Kali, hun, put some clothes on first.

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Akali, now dressed, ate her plate of food next to you at the table. The others were discussing their experiences at college, or in Jinx's case her costumers, while you listened.

They seemed like they knew who they were. Like they knew what they were doing.

As you looked around the table, you realized something odd.

They all had their own stories. Their own paths that all lead to this exact moment. Like a road that lead to one place.

Rakan: I got an A and whatever, but it still pissed me off.