YOUNG VOLCANOES

twentythree

Summer had passed by and a clean slate had been begun for me. My hair had grown longer and lighter, my skin glowed of a nice tan and my skin smelled like piña colada. I'd finished binge watching The Vampire Diaries and was now convinced that any boy drama in real life was utterly unimportant unless it was vampire related. I'd spent a lot of time with Kate, whom'd suprisngly fast got over Felix and decided to join Yoga classes over the summer.

No one I knew had seen Felix around this summer and after Kate found out about the fight I had with Felix; she wanted nothing to do with him. Alas she and Crash had gone in a few dates and road trips over the summer but they hadn't even shared a kiss. Crash was clearly into her but she didn't want him, still she couldn't help but lead him on.

As for me: I'd stayed out of any boy claws all summer. News had been spreading about the total bitch Sam Irwin was. Twitter was full of different theories about why Alex "left" Allison for me. I was a local mean girl, now.

Yet still, everyone wanted me in their parties attendance (hoping that I would bring Alex and drama into it) but I kindly refused. I wasn't cheap entertainment, besides: No one had seen Alex all summer either.

But atleast I had a brand new attitude. I'd adopted the mean, defensive and sassy personality over the shy and boy-needing one. I was excited to start university classes, also nervous as hell. But I remembered: NOT to care about what people thought and just give it all I had.

As for Alex...he'd been right. My Dad and Uncle Clifford had gotten us an apartment near campus to "Have an eye on us". My Dad would be spending mostly full time with us but Uncle Michael would come and go. After all, he had a wife to please at home.

I'd expressed the dislike I had for this idea to my Dad ,but he saw nothing wrong with it. Once again; he believed that I was an innocent little girl and that sharing an apartment with Alex Clifford would be like sharing a living space with my older and meaner brother.

I didn't dare to crush his false perspective, after all: All I had to do was ignore Alex. I was better off with my Dad trusting me than locking me up. I also knew they where doing this as a try for all of us to get along (meaning me and Alex). Our parent's didn't know the exact details of what had happened the between us but they knew it hadn't been good.

My plan was: to stick near my Dad and locked in my room. It was a good plan until 5 seconds of summer decided they where doing a come-back album.

I was psyched about the album, but as my father started spending less time in our own home and more hours in the studio; it got me worried. He clearly wasn't going to be all that around once classes started.

This meant it would probably be me and Alex alone most of the time as our father's spent time in the studio writing and recording.

As for Nate, he'd flown back to New York, or so I'd heard. I hadn't had much contact with the family. I didn't know about Allison either. Everyone was M.I.A. Or maybe just living their lives, meanwhile I was planning on how to survive my first University semester.

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Moving in day had finally arrived and I'd packed my most decent and mature outfits along with my favorite blankie and vinyl player. The apartment was near the Universitiy's campus and it was humongous. I oftenly forgot that we could treat ourselves to such things.

It was the penthouse of it's building and it had an amazing window-wall from which you could see the school campus and beauty of the landscape.

My room was big enough to fit a queen sized bed and a sofa. It also had a beautiful bay-window from which I could also enjoy the landscape, it had it's own bathroom and a carpeted floor. It was nice.