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I laid facedown on my mattress a few days after movie night, a throbbing headache pounding behind my left eye and in my right temple. I sighed and pulled my blanket further up over my head as I just listened to the insistent pattering of the pouring rain on my window. No amount of Tylenol was going to help this -- I was going to OD at this rate. It was a math-induced headache, there was no getting rid of those. Wait.

I sat up and thought a moment. Math-induced... (Y/n)! She was great at math! I grabbed my phone and sent her a quick Snap. I knew it was late, but I was praying she was awake.

me
|  you up??

I sat and stared at the screen for an agonizing three-or-so minutes until it lit up with a notification. I brightened and picked up my phone, then sat it back down dejectedly. Just another Duolingo threat.

'😢 What's wrong, babe?'
'don't tell me it's totally FINE and NORMAL to ignore your streak like this!!'

I sighed and stared at the black screen for another good five minutes, perking back up when it lit up again. I grinned when I saw it was Snapchat.

(y/n) is typing...
(y/n) sent you a Snap

I tapped the notification and opened (y/n) and I's chat.

me
  |  you up??

(y/n)
  |  yes
  |  i never sleep, you know this
  |  whats up girlie

me
  |  are you busy?
  |  i feel like my heads about to explode
  |  and i still have three pages of precal to do

My heart leapt as she responded almost immediately.

(y/n)
  |  j come over

me
  |  On my way!
  |  shoot
  |  *omw

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I drove through the pouring rain and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel as I hummed absently to Frank Ocean.

"This unrequited love, to me it's nothing but a one-man cult-"

Bad Religion cut off suddenly as I clicked the key out of the ignition and shifted my truck into park. I stared through the downpour at her house. Actually going to her place felt so different than going to her campushouse. She was a Northlake student whose family actually lived in town, so some weekends, like this one, she'd go home. I sighed softly and ran my fingers through my messy hair before I grabbed my backpack and hurried through the rain to her front door.

I probably looked crazy, standing there in the rain at her front door at 10:30 at night with a backpack full of precal. She pulled it open thirty-ish seconds after my knock and I almost fell over.

In her sports bra and Bluey pajama pants, she looked like some kind of goddess. She had a pair of blue-light glasses perched atop her head and a book in her hand as she gave me a crooked smile. "Hey, kid."

I smiled back. I was sure I looked so awkward, water dripping out of my curls and onto my face, the water running down my cheeks and forehead and into my eyes. "Hi."

She reached out and tugged me inside by the hand, then frowned. "Do you want a towel? Or a blanket or anything?"

I shook my head, but I was starting to shiver. "N-no, I'm okay-"