" and,
love is not a choice."
Dean's POV
Maybe I shouldn't be here.
Who am I kidding. I definitely shouldn't be here.
"A bunch of people I will be able to relate to and a place where I can improve my social skills" my ass.
The only good thing about this place is its huge pool and other hotel-like services. Other than that, I'm pretty convinced I don't want to be here. If there is one thing this 'group' has in common, it's that none of us want to be here, with a passion.
I dry my scruffy blond hair and throw myself on the bed. The rooms are, apparently, shared so we know how to communicate, but my roommate hasn't arrived yet. This is all so bizarre. I know how to communicate, why else would I have so many internet friends? Honestly, I would've much preferred reading the brilliancies of the night side of tumblr than being here, but that's exactly the reason I am here in the first place. Tough luck.
"Yeah, Mel. It's insane. Anyways, I'm outside my soon to be prison of a room....yeah. i heard roommates aren't assigned according to gender. some sort of procedure for those that can't communicate with the opposite gender...yeah. My roommates probably going to be a girl, since I don't really have that problem...ahhahah maybe Mel. Talk to you later. Yeah. Bye."
My heart had never beaten that hard in my life. Maybe she didnt have a problem with the opposite gender, but I did. I did, and this was going to be the worst two months ever.
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OK SO YEAHHHHH THATS ABOUT IT. PERSONALLY TO ME THEYRE VERY CUTE. BUT OF COURSE...YOU KNOW WHAT NEVER MIND.
SO UM BYEEEE..
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How We Fall
Teen Fiction: sometimes, it's not about why we fall, rather, how we do it. in this case, how they do it.
