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"Yo, so you'll never believe what happened today." Paige violently screamed on the phone.

"What." Jane, showing no emotion towards Paige's dramatic behavior, spoke softly, something Paige will never cease to understand.

"I almost got in a fist fight today" she leaned in towards the phone, which was in my hand.
"What? No way?" I pushed her sweaty body off of me. There was no way Paige got in a fist fight, and there was no way I'd believe it. Paige tends to be a little... uh very dramatic with things. She likes to exaggerate, a lot.

"No, seriously" she waited for me, or Jane, to respond. And frankly, we never do. We're all in college, just not the same college. Paige and I go to California College of the Arts, while Jane goes to Stanford. Since we don't see eachother a lot, we talk on the phone. We arranged that every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday we'd talk about what's happening in school or whatever. And during those talks, Paige's imagination opens up and she starts making up stories. Jane doesn't have to live in another part of California to know that they aren't real.

"So, today, there's this girl, you know Amanda?" She looked at me for conformation and continued on.

"She was talking shit behind my back like 'Paige Miller totally got a boob job' and man that made me so angry. " Jane chuckled, which interrupted Paige's story time.
"Why are you laughing?" Paige also tends to be very defensive about things.
"I just think that if someone were to say that I got a boob job, I'd be like 'why are you looking at my boobs, are you lesbian or something'" What Jane said was true. When we were in high school, Jane was hated by the majority of the girls and no one knows why. Anyways, so one day, one of the popular girls started this rumor that Jane got butt surgery and Jane confronted her about it in front of the whole school. We were at this pep rally, and Jane took the mic and stated that Mikaela Van Buren was lesbian for looking at her butt, which made Mikaela transfer schools and we never saw her again.

"Yeah, I know. You've already done that, just with a butt." She took back her "mic" (she was holding it as if it was a mic.
"Unlike you, Jane, I got balls. I actually went up to this bitch and slapped her." Jane gasped on the other line and screamed "no way."
"Uh huh, and then she slapped me back, and we just kept slapping each other until one of her friends pulled me back. "

"Woah, Paige. I knew you had guts....but wow." without hearing Jane's interruption, she went back to talking.

"and then I was like 'stop pulling me back I swear I'ma pull this motherfucker to shreds' and she was like 'hell nah' and she started running back at me and then I ran towards her then her friends were running after me and her"
"Sounds like a marathon rather than a fist fight" I quietly muttered to myself, hoping that no one would catch on to my spontaneous jokes.
"and then a couple people who were walking by started chanting 'fight fight fight' and then the dean came and she started grabbing us by the hair and she started screaming at us in this weird native language that I didn't understand and then some one was playing bongos behind the crowd and I swear Michael Jackson was there singing 'Just Beat her" She sang that last part in tune of his song "Beat it."

"And then she took us both to her office and gave us ice cream and let us go. And it was awesome." She finally finished talking. Like I said, her stories are very unbelievable.

"So, Dakota. How was your fine last day of college...for the year." Jane stated as Paige went to get a glass of water.

"Oh, it doesn't compare to Paige's very unbelievable story" I replied back to Jane's questioned with some extra enthusiasm on"unbelievable" .

"Yeah, well tell me anyways." Jane was always a supportive friend, she could be a little crazy at times, but when isn't Paige?

"Yeah, well Mr. Harris gave us a summer assignment." It wasn't much, and I liked his class.

"Sounds fun" Jane said sarcastically.
"What's fun?" Paige came back sliding on her socks.
"My summer homework."
"Ew. Stop talking."
"What is it about." Jane seeming slightly interested.
"to interview someone and become a stalker or whatever."  I mimicked his voice, I tried to sound very sophisticated but that didn't work out.
"Just take pictures of me." Jane joked.
"Ha ha, but this is actually a grade."
"Oh, or how about taking photos of really cute guys." Paige was into guys, like a lot. You think you might be obsessed, try again. Paige is the definition of obsessed.
"Or cute girls." Jane hinted.
"Why would I do that?"
"To send to me."
"Jane Penelope Dwyer!" Paige gasped and covered her mouth.
"When did this happen, young lady." To be honest, I didn't really care that she was lesbian, I knew she was lesbian a long time ago. I just like pretending to disagree with things she enjoys.
"Chill out, mom." She laughed on the other line.
"It happened a while back." Jane said in a hushed voice, while Paige screamed in shock.

"Yeah, yeah. Well anyways, I have to go. I gotta date." She said one last time, before saying bye, and hung up.

"Well, that was one hell of a talk." Paige stretched her arms and let out a sexual moan.
"What was that?" I said, getting up from the couch, which I have been sitting on for 3 straight hours.

"Mating call?" She questioned, scurrying off to the bathroom. I chuckled at her response and began to clean up the living room. There were 2
empty pizza boxes on the couch (Paige), napkins, and paper cups scattered across the redwood table. This is how it usually is, I'm usually the one cleaning up the aftermath, and Paige goes to "pee" with her phone.

"Tomorrow, we should go get coffee at the new coffee place, Hello Bistro?" Paige walked out of of the bathroom, completely forgetting to turn off the lights in there.

"Yeah, sure. Maybe I can find someone I could interview or something." I went back to the kitchen, which was basically in our living room, and began throwing the garbage away.

"Okay, great, I'm going to sleep." When Paige says that, she usually means "watch as many seasons I can in one sitting".

"No you aren't." I felt like actually going to sleep, so I opened to doors to my carpeted room and looked in the mirror. I took off my contacts, and man, I could not see anything, it was all blurry. My hands were on the wall guiding me to my bedpost, and I reached down to feel around for my glasses and put them on. With my glasses on, I wasn't the prettiest fish in the sea. Without my glasses on, I wasn't the prettiest fish either. I wasn't anything special, you know. Plain old brown hair, with green emerald eyes, and basic facial structures. My mom always said I looked like my dad, even though a lot of people say I look like my mom. I still don't know the truth. I have my mom's eyes and nose, and my dad's everything else, except the thing down under. I was okay, not the best, but okay.

I looked around the garbage bin I call 'my room' and I searched for my camera. Ruffling through the piles of dirty laundry, I found a photo album that was filled with empty Polaroids. I remember when I bought this, it was for my France trip in high school, too bad I got sick and couldn't go. I grabbed the album and put on my messy desk, a perfectly good photo album shouldn't go to waste. Looking around for my camera, I found my old Polaroid camera, like I said it was for France, but that didn't happen. Would it matter if I used this? I thought to myself, slowly placing the camera on top of the pile of papers on my desk. I really need to clean my room someday. I climbed into bed without caring for my room and went to sleep.