he looks like the type of guy who would shove me in a dumpster||him

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      i scowl at the thin piece of paper which my pencil, guided by my useless hand, has defiled.  

    

       just as i feared i have no talent in art whatsoever. 

      

       morgan frowns at my drawing, unsure of how to break it to me that it looks like complete and utter crap. i can't say the same for her artwork which is undeniably skilled despite the fact she only draws harry potter characters and manga villains. I find both those topics fatefully uninteresting.

         "how bad is it?" I ask nervously, bracing myself for the brutal answer.

          "pretty bad," she says quietly after a pause.

        "awesome," I say sarcastically. I grab the paper and crumple it angrily.

       "it's cool. like, abstract or something," she adds in, the uncertainty in her words a dead giveaway that she is lying.

           "nice try, morg," I sigh loudly, "thanks anyway. for letting me waste your paper."

           she remains silent but the look she gives me is enough, she feels bad that I can't do anything.

           "anyway, I have something to do," I mutter getting up from the desk chair, on my way out of morgan's room I toss the crumpled thing in her metal wastebasket.

           I close the door behind me and stand there awkwardly in the dorm hall. 

        

           the university could probably afford to atleast paint the walls a nice colour, I mutter under my breath, as I trudge towards my dorm just down the hall. Instead they settled for a ugly dismal grey colour.

         

            morgan's room is literally ten steps away but somehow i manage to do something clumsy, this time crashing in to a tall figure. 

         

              I fall over, landing very uncomfortably on my ass.

                "dude, are you okay?" looking up at the person who with their more muscular body has managed to stay upright I fight back a sudden rush of emotions.

                  adam grey.

             

                  he looks like the type of guy who would shove me in a dumpster with the rest of his jock friends, maybe if he did that he would be tolerable but instead he has to be nice and funny and be the boyfriend of the enigmatic  girl of my dreams.

                 "uh. yeah," I say awkwardly as I get up and brush myself off, "sorry."

                   "no, that was my fault, I can be such a klutz sometimes," he smiles and amiably pats me on the shoulder, "anyway see you around."

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oMIGOD FINALY IASDFGHGFD..

sorry for the wait

/january out/

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