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Founding of a Friendship

Week 1, Day 2

I wake up in the infirmary, pink curtains surrounding every part of the wall. Two figures surround the bed that I appear to be laying on. I rub my head and groan. "Great, it's my first day and I'm already dying."

Amy laughs, "Aw, Hun, it's okay. You haven't missed anything besides the first mixer." I raise my eyebrow at her. "It's what they call parties here, I know it's stupid. Besides, we wouldn't go without you, kiddo."

"But you just met me, why would you care?"

They look at each other and Amy smiles at Hunter, squeezing his hand. "You're special, Clare. We can tell."

I sit up but immediately regret it. Lying back down and rubbing my head, I blurt, "Special?"

Amy blushes, "We saw your notebook...hun, you could totally be a visual artist some of your sketches are great."

"And your poetry," Hunter interjects, "is absolutely incredible. By the way, I don't believe we've had a proper introduction. I'm a creative writing major as well."

"Oh cool. Wait you guys went through my notebook!"

Hunter runs his hand through his hair (a nervous habit of his) and grimaces. "For the record, it was quite good. Don't hate us, please." His voice drops down to a whisper.

"Amyyyyyyy," I whine, "You couldn't control the Neanderthal?"

She playfully slaps me and blushes again. "Wait, did you just call me a Neanderthal?" Hunter raises his voice do just above a normal decibel but he is smiling all the same.

I sit up again and this time my vision doesn't blur. "So, are you guys, like, a thing?"

Now Amy starts laughing hysterically. "Oh kiddo, I met him last year. We're just friends, I swear." I raise my eyebrow at her. "You're not used to this, are you? Here, you're basically best friends if you're in the same major or sit next to each other at the first mixer or whatever. Hate to break it to you, but you're stuck with us." She winks at me and I feel myself smiling a lot. Hunter grabs my left hand and Amy grabs my right.

"Friends," he says.

"Friends," I say.

"I get it, we're all friends!" Amy smiles.

And as she says that, we all laugh...together. Suddenly my clothes and awkward habits don't seem out of place and for once, I finally feel I can be myself.

But the worst is yet to come.

It can't always be this great, right?

Right?! 

(A/N: Sorry this is so short! I might post later this weekend. As you can tell, I am very behind. Hope you guys like it :P )