Undergraduates [h.s]

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I'm experiencing a severe case of writers block rn like I have it all in my head but I can't find the words how does that work?! 

Also the DMD video was released last night and no I am NOT OKAY.

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"It's gorgeous" I sighed, looking out of the dirt smeared window overlooking the town. The rims of the square window frame were blanketed in thick layers of dust, much like the other surfaces in the room. A cold draft swept over my skin through the cracks in the wood as the wind howled outside.

"It's a unique little space. Granted, it is old and will most certainly need some refurbishing here and there as well as a lick of paint, but nonetheless it could easily be turned into something beautiful. Just look at the detailing of those build in book shelves" the estate agent pointed towards an old and run down book case build into a small alcove of the wall. It too, was dusty and crooked, thick cobwebs hanging down from the details of the skilled carpentry. I walked over to where I saw a book had been left behind. It leaned up against the side of the wall, it's cover dirty and it's pages brown and damp. Brushing my hand over the cover, I looked at the faded writing as I made out the title:

POEMS

THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY

OSCAR WILDE

A poetry book. I'd never really enjoyed reading poetry; I thought some were beautiful, I'll admit that, but I don't think I could ever read a whole book on poetry. And I don't know anyone who reads poetry that I could give this to if I were to rent this place. That's too bad.

"It's a bit...dirty" Becky scrunched up her nose as she picked up a withered flower from an old table in the adjoining kitchen.

"Nothing a duster and some thorough hoovering can't fix" I said, trying my best to get Becky to love this place as much as I did. This apartment was exactly what I was looking for, and the rent was cheaper than Becky and I had budgeted for. Yes, we would have to spend a good amount of money to fix it up a bit but it'll be fun -- what's the worst that can happen?

"I was hoping we'd be looking at something a little more...modern? Minimalistic?" she sighed

"Well sure we can go for something like that, but you'll be paying extra Becky, I'm not going to be the one paying for most things if I'm living in a place I don't even like" I widened my eyes at her, attempting to be intimidating and most probably, failing miserably. "If we live somewhere like this then we can have our own rooms, we can go grocery shopping or to buy stuff for our place. You won't have to live in some cramped dorm room where I have to keep walking in on you naked with some other guy"

"ahem...I'll just uh- I'll go out to the corridor and let you discuss this place a bit more" The estate agent said with wide eyes as she made her way to the front door.

"God you're embarrassing. But I guess you're right, plus you can bring your new boyfriend back with you without having to worry about me" she wiggled her eyebrows at me, a cheeky smirk forming on her lips

"He's not...he's not my boyfriend" I bit the insides of my cheeks to hide a small smile which was threatening to show

"So what is he to you, if he's not your boyfriend? You hold hands, you go out for lunch nearly every day, sometimes dinner. He calls you babe when he calls you and you smile whenever you pick up the phone"

It had been 3 weeks since my first 'date' with Ed. After that, Taylor went back to America, Harry started being grumpy for some unknown reason, and Ed and I somehow snapped into being some kind of typical couple who are smitten for each other. And surprising to both you and I, I actually really liked it. Ed was funny, so funny he made me choke on a caramel doughnut in a cafe we were in this one time we went for a drink. Ed was sensible, so sensible he stopped me from punching Harry in the nose this one time we got into an argument about who's nose was better; I was going to break his nose so mine would be the better nose. Ed was a gentleman, so much a gentleman that he pulled out my chair for me this one time in an expensive restaurant he took me to, which resulted in me falling straight down on to the ground. Ed was sensitive, so sensitive that he still doesn't like me bringing up this one time I caught him crying at 'The Notebook'. Ed like pretentious and predictable films, so much that he watched 'The Notebook' in the first place.