Dear Diary, it wasn't love

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Dear Diary,

After another busy week of classes, I'm excited to have the weekend to myself. I don't know about Perri, but my plans are as followed: I am going to explore this glorious city and see what it has to offer. I might start by going to a mall. Maybe I'll go get a haircut, or some bangs? Yeah, bangs could work. I haven't had a fringe since I was in grade-ten. All of my friends hated the look, but I never minded.

Jess doesn't have bangs.

I don't care.

The sudden vibration of my phone on the marble-top startles me into dropping my brush.

Nobody ever really texts me, so I'm curious to see what it's about.

I'm thrilled to see Logan's name appear on the screen:

The rooms are all ready for you and Perri. You two can move

in tomorrow any time after four-o'clock.

I smile and tell her that Perri and I will meet her then and that we can't wait.

Seriously, Perri definitely cannot.

I check the weather first, before I get dressed, this time.

What? Portland's weather is bi-polar. It says it's twenty-five-degrees with nothing but sun.

I throw on a pair of high-waisted ripped shorts with a mint-green camisole with a laced-up back. I spend a little extra time in my bathroom in order to straighten my hair, for once. I usually choose to let my natural curls win, but today I want to look different. There's no reason for my sudden want or need to change, but I want to feel it today.

I take a seat at my vanity and apply my foundation. I spend less time on my bronzer and blush today, and focus more on darkening my mascara. On a beautiful day, my eyes look like a mixture of green and orange. The darkened mascara really highlights this feature. Again, I don't plan on seeing anyone special, but I want to feel special.

After I impress even myself, with my appearance, I make my way down the hall to check on Perri.

"Perri? Are you awake?" I knock twice but she doesn't answer.

This is why I usually never waste my time knocking.

I open her door and step inside to find the room empty, and the bed made. Perri never makes her bed in the morning...I know this because yesterday morning, I made it before we left for class. So, if her bed is still untouched, that means she didn't return last night. I exit her room and head to the staircase. Maybe she fell asleep on the couch late last night.

She did not.

"Perri, it's me. Call me back when you get this. I'm getting worried," I say into my phone and leave her a message.

Where would she have stayed?

Jasper.

I dial Jasper immediately and wait.

No answer.

I try three more times each.

Nothing.

My day of fun and exploring is off to a rocky start. I toss the entire bottom floor of the apartment upside down, trying to find my keys. They've been missing since yesterday and I really need them to find my best friend.

Where could I have put them?

I run upstairs and back into my bedroom. I check my bedside table and all of my drawers, but nothing.