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Thanksgiving Part 1

"Yeah.. no I understand."

"Roger and Cindy invited you to come to Vermont, that will be so fun for you guys."

"Don't worry, I'm sure Petal and I will have an amazing time eating turkey from Butterfield market."

"Oh shit, dogs can't eat turkey. Petal will have some chicken."

"Mom just go have a good time and don't worry about me. I love you and tell dad the same."

I clicked the end call button with more force than needed and tossed my phone somewhere across my bed. With a sigh and a worried pair of eyes on me, I burry my face into my dirty school hands. Class had ended maybe an hour ago and now I was trying to get some homework done before the week off of school starts.

"What was that?" Rachelle skeptically asks with more hesitance than needed. Lately, she's been very nice to me and trying not to anger me since I introduced her to Taylor.  

I turn around in my desk chair and see my roommate packing her suitcase for her visit back home. "My parents are going away for Thanksgiving which means I'm home alone. She said I could come with but I really don't feel like being the fourth wheel," I say with disgust. The mere thought of me sitting in a freezing cabin while my loving parents and their friends are out having a good time only makes me shutter.

"You know you can come with me Lil," Rachelle stops packing to take on a serious voice. If only she had asked me maybe a week ago- her flight is tonight. However, my parents sprung this on me last minute with Thanksgiving being six days away. I can't just come up with plans by the snap of my finger.

The only celebration I have to look forward to is getting really drunk at a rooftop party this girl in my Psychology class is throwing tonight. We sat next to each other and became rather friendly. Sandy likes Psychology, and I like how Sandy helps me pass Psychology. The party is for anyone who either doesn't have the money to go back home for the week or doesn't care enough to. Since my home is merely a cab ride away, I might as well take advantage of the free alcohol.

I smile weakly at Rachelle, "Don't worry about me. I'm going to a party tonight and then I'll be home anyway to watch Petal with Sylvia."

"Don't you think you should give that poor dog back to Taylor? You know they both miss each other terribly." Rachelle raises her eyebrow at me and instills unnecessary sass in her words.

I wave her away, "How am I supposed to know if Taylor is a fit parent yet? Besides, giving her back Petal would 1. be heartbreaking 2. enrage her because she doesn't know I have her and 3. require me to see her stupid face again."

Rachelle throws a pillow at me and laughs, "It's so convenient for you to call her stupid when you really mean amazing." I roll my eyes and get up from my desk chair to finally get ready for this party. With it being on a rooftop, a classic pea coat and leather gloves are a must. Luckily enough for me, Sandy said there will be those heating lamps which may save me from my impeding popsicle doom.

I blow out my last breath in the warm building and mentally prepare myself for the night ahead. Rachelle had already gone off to the airport which means that I can't even rely on her to get me back to my dorm. Determining that I've wasted enough time behind this metal door, I push it making the rusty hinges cry out in pain and a scene in front of me appear that I was not expecting. These NYU kids are full of surprises.

Everyone was casually dispersed around the rooftop with drinks in their hands and barely a chilled look about them. I guess I underestimated the power of the heating lamps. An awesome view was painted in back of the college students with the night sky just barely littering the Manhattan skyscrapers. I give the atmosphere a silent nod of acceptance and then head towards the red head who offered me the invite. With her back to me and some cute guy with a 50's style haircut easily conversing with her about the complexities of living a waste-free lifestyle, I wrap my arms around her from the back and play a game. "Guess who," I say in a different voice from my own.