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I SHOULD WARN YOU. THINGS YOU'RE FEELING, AREN'T NORMAL NOW

--Nastia's P.O.V--

College had always seemed so important and crucial to me when I was younger. It was such an essential part of what measured a person's worth and determined what they were going to do for the rest of their life. It determined your whole future and made people have low self-esteem or mental breakdowns when they realized how important the next stage of schooling after high school really was.

After I graduated high school, I didn't really care if I went to college or not; however, when you had parents that expected you to be perfect, you had no choice whatsoever in the matter. Sadly enough, there was nothing I could do about it.

Now here I was at the University of Ohio in the middle of my sophomore year.

"Are you really trying to argue with me right now?" I exclaimed, turning my head to look at one of my best friends.

"Yes, I'm trying to argue!" Charlotte responded back. "Blink-182's best album is obviously their self-titled one!"

"How am I even friends with you?" I asked, crossing my legs. "Enema of the State is obviously their best album to date. That album produced so many great songs. What's My Age Again, All the Small Things, and don't even get me started on Adam's Song."

Charlotte opened her mouth to refute my claim, but I cut her off. "The best Mark Hoppus era though is the Dude Ranch era. I adore blonde Mark Hoppus, but somehow you like Tom Delonge better which I will never understand. Have you ever seen Mark's tweets? They are utter perfection."

I climbed off of the black leather couch that was positioned in the middle of my apartment and stretched as Charlotte decided to change the subject, obviously getting the hint that my music opinions weren't going to change. "I'm not looking forward to tomorrow."

"Mondays suck," I agreed. "But there's nothing you can do, but sit around and dread the time when your alarm clock goes off tomorrow morning."

Charlotte hated Mondays and I hated Sundays; another reason why we were totally different from each other, but somehow still made the friendship work.

"I'm actually looking forward to tomorrow, but that's only because Sundays were created by Satan himself," I called from the kitchen as I grabbed a red Gatorade from the fridge.

"Your weird bitterness towards Sundays confuses me honestly. Sundays are literally the only days I have to relax," Charlotte explained, moving off the leather couch and coming to sit with me at the breakfast bar.

I shrugged. "Some people just don't like a certain day of the week. I happen to be one of those people who dislike Sunday quite a bit."

"Do you want me to call Willow and Elisa to see if they want to come and hang out for a little bit? I'm sure that will cheer you up."

I raised my eyebrows. "I'm guessing you don't remember the last time we all got together on a Sunday. Willow ended up puking everywhere and then passing out on the couch and you caused us to get several noise complaints. The next day none of us even went to our classes because we were so tired."

"Don't be a party pooper, Nastia! You need to have a little fun every once in awhile," Charlotte insisted. "Besides, your first class tomorrow is art. You can afford to be a little bit tired for that."

A few things that I've learned from the five years I've been friends with Charlotte Nicks, she was especially stubborn and loved making herself happy above everybody else. That meant no matter how I much argued and complained, she still was going to invite our friends over here.

"Do whatever you wish," I responded. "But don't come crying to me when you are incredibly tired in the morning and you fall asleep during exams because I will most definitely say I told you so."

A look of glee appeared on Charlotte's face as she bound out of her seat and ran towards her room where she left her phone. I rolled my eyes, taking a drink of the Gatorade in my hand.

I wasn't particularly responsible. I truly wasn't responsible at all, but having friends like I did made me seem even more so than I actually was. You could say that I was the mother of the group. I made sure that everyone got home safe and sound, made it to their classes on time, and didn't choke on their own puke. It was a hard job to fulfill, but I did it anyway.

My friend's excited voice could be heard from the down the hallway as I decided to climb to my feet and enter my room which was upstairs away from the loudness that was Charlotte Nicks.

I plopped down at my desk, pulling out my notebook that contained my half-written English essay over the television show, Mr. Robot. It wasn't due until Friday, but I always felt uneasy when I left things until last minute, but that was probably because Charlotte always felt the need to make plans which took time away from my studies.

The assignment was to pick a complicated or complex character from television show and explain the reason why you thought he or she fit that category. Elliot Alderson definitely was in that category; however, it was harder than I thought to put my thoughts down on a piece of notebook paper.

"Nastia," Charlotte's voice called. "Willow and Elisa are going to be here in about half an hour. Quit doing your homework."

I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to respond.

•••

"Who put bad vibes in your cornflakes?"

Those were the first words that came out of Willow's mouth the moment she saw me.

I raised my eyebrows. "What?"

"You have an angry look on your face."

"That is always my face, Willow."

Willow Manning pulled her blue hair into a ponytail as she rolled her eyes. "Come downstairs then. Elisa and I have been here for like ten minutes and you haven't made an appearance. That's a bit rude, don't you think?"

I pushed myself back from my desk, getting to my feet. "Isn't it a bit rude for you to charge into my room and demand for me to come downstairs?"

"Nastia, sweetie, honey, we are both extremely rude and that's the reason why we are such good friends. Now, get off your ass and come downstairs."

I sighed, heavily following after her fleeting figure, which was currently skipping down the stairs.

I loved all my friends dearly, however; sometimes I just wanted to punch every one of them for absolutely no reason. That was just the way my personality worked. I was very easily irritated.

"There's our Nastia," Elisa smiled as I came into her view, plopping myself down on the couch. I snatched onto the TV remote before Willow could get the opportunity and turned the channel to a Home and Garden show called Flip Or Flop.

"Your Nastia will be gone in an hour," I replied. "Gotta get good sleep tonight and finish homework which means I'm not hanging out with you guys all night."

"Oh, come on, Nastia!" Charlotte remarked. "You are only going to hang out for an hour and the whole time you are going to make us watch a designing show?"

I turned my head to look at my roommate who was sitting at the breakfast bar. "One, I'm taking interior design courses online, and two, you adore this show, so stop complaining."

Willow scoffed. "You are going to school to be a doctor and you're taking interior design classes?"

"I have a lot of interests," I said, simply.

"You are never going to get a boyfriend."

"And neither are you."

A/N: this is my new story and it's going to be thirty parts and I hope you all enjoy.

-L.A