warning: mild naughty
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"SHUT. UP." a loud voice rang through your small dorm. you pulled your silk pillow over your head, a groan released from the depths of your throat.
"ugh, hold on." your roommate continued on the phone boisterously. "y/n, do you mind?"
"not at all, nattie. please continue your loud fucking conversation." you rolled your eyes.
"so negative." she chuckled.
you pulled your phone off it's cord.
"nattie, it's 8am. who are you even talking to?"
"leo." she stood up and came to sit by you on your bed. "he says there's a party at logan dean's dorm."
"you're name dropping again." you smirked and grabbed your dab pen, taking a long hit before putting it back in your drawer.
"god, y/n. it's 8 in the morning." your roommate got up again and threw on her hot pink slippers. "i'm grabbing the mail. want me to check for you?"
"yes, please." you gave her a big smile before going back on your phone.
the same old notifications popped up on your screen, battery fully charged, grandma posted on facebook, new tinder message. you pursed your lips and opened the notification.
jadon: can you take me to the hospital? i just broke my leg falling for you ;)
you smiled and shook your head.
"so dumb." but you kept looking. you bit your lip slightly. of course you responded.
you: what a way to start
a conversation. i like it. coffee?
jadon: was thinking more
wine and movies at my apartment?
your eyebrows raised at this guy's forwardness. you tapped your fingers quietly. of course you said yes.
your roommate tripped through the door, holding a stack of letters. she sat down in your spinning office chair.
"let's see.. natalia.. natalia.. natalia.." she sorted through the large pile of mail. this was a joke between the two of you, since you never got mail, and all nattie seemed to get was mail. there was never a day where you wouldn't see a note in the mailbox, or a package in front of your door.
"we get it, nattie. i don't have any ma-"
"y/n!" she said excitedly.
"really?" she handed you a small blue envelope with nice hand writing.
you looked at the address it was sent from.
100 parker ave.
south park, co 81612
"where's it from?" nattie leaned forward.
"south park..?" you questioned.
"where the hell is south park?"
"colorado." you continued to inspect the envelope. "i lived there for like 3 months while i was in high school." you looked up at her. "when my mom got sick."
"ohhh, right." nattie coated her eyelashes in mascara as you spoke.
you ripped open the envelope and pulled out a thick postercard. the back was dark blue and purple with a small gold logo at the bottom. you flipped it over to see a galaxy print with gold writing.
