Things I Can't Live Without

Chapter 1

AURORA

One. That is exactly how many words were written on the document in front of me. Nobody told me how hard a writers block would be. I've been sitting in this spot for the past 5 hours and nothing came to my head.

I sat on the hard chair, staring straight at the white glare on my screen, not blinking. "You look scary."

My eyes shifted to the woman standing behind the kitchen counter. Megan always knew what was wrong with me, even if I didn't want her to. She always said the air around her shifted when somebody's feelings changed.

"Let's go out." Megan set the glass of water on the table and started at me. Her hand slipped into mine and she quickly dragged us to her room. "Since all your clothes are a bit..." she eyes my outfit. I was wearing long lounge shorts with an over sized shirt. "Not suitable for a club. I'll let you wear mine."

Her hands sift through her closet, landing on a black article of clothing. "This one looks good. What do you think?" Megan takes the hanger out and holds it up to me. It was thin material, cut outs made all over. I shake my head.

"No way."

"Why not."

"It's too much."

"Fine." She sighs, putting it back.

She goes back to her closet, picking a dark purple dress. It was a simple mini dress. "You have to wear this. It's totally your color." I take the dress in hand and put it on.

"What do you think?" I step out of my room in the dress that I decided to wear with a simple black shoulder bag and black strapped heels. Megan's eyes look to me. She's wearing a silk light green dress and white heels.

"That's absolutely perfect." She grabs my hand and starts rushing us to the door. "It's only 10. We have to stay out late." She gives me a smirk.

"But I need to finish writing!" She gives me a weird look.

"Finish? You haven't even started." She snorts as she pushes me into an Uber.

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The drive was painfully slow and quiet. Our Uber driver played soft music in the back. By the time we got to the club of Megan's choice I was yawning. She pulled me to the doors of the club with the brightest smile I've ever seen.

We walk into the set of doors and the crowd was already huge. The dance floor crowded, the bars overflowing with people. "Isn't it too early for it to be this busy?" I shout over the music and talking. Megan smiles at me as she walks us through the crowd. We sit at the bar.

"We both have to find the hottest men in here and take them home." I roll my eyes at her comment as I sip on a drink.

"I've never heard a club play Taylor Swift!" Cruel Summer was heard through the speakers. Megan had an obsession with Taylor Swift in her freshmen year. We both start singing along with drinks in hand, swaying along to the beat. The warmth of bodies around us was enough to make me start sweating.

Megan's eyes widen as she looks to her left. I follow her eyes to a group of men wearing jerseys. "Hockey guys." She shrieks as she holds onto my wrist with the biggest grin. "We have to go over there." She pulls me up some stairs, to a booth that was beyond crowded with women and men.

Megan immediately grabs the attention of two of the guys, one was wearing a jersey number 31. The other was wearing a fitted black tee and black slacks. His muscles flexed as he grabbed a drink from his friend. Megan held her hand out to the jersey wearing one, initiating a handshake.

"I'm Megan! What's your name?" She looks up at him, her dirty blonde hair framing her face with soft curls. Megan always looked so pretty. She was unreal, she sat at a good 5'6. Her eyes were a chocolate brown. Megan was thin but she had curves to go with it, she was tan most of the year but became ghostly pale during the winter.