Hi. My name's Jillian. I'm just an average 21 year old college student, and this is my story.
To make it easier for you to get more involved in my story, I'm going to explain in detail about my physique. I'm 5 foot 5 inch. Got the image? My skin is quite tanned but you can say it's not that dark - just right. I'm not petite and not chubby, too. It's really hard to describe. I'm 56 kg. There you go. Dark eyes almost pitch black.
Slim lips but round in shape if I make a "kiss face". High cheek bone and "Chinese eyes" as I was told. Long dark brown hair which never goes to the right directions which I wanted it to. It gets manageable from time to time. But, my hair has an unprecedented attitude which I wish I could tame. My teeth as not so pearly white but it's realistic and I have one 'fang' hanging from my unfallen baby tooth. Which located just under the end of my upper lip.
I hated it because it crooked my smile. Which makes it really hard to smile and laugh confidently in front of anyone. Including myself.
So I went to NYU taking music. I lived in a really awful apartment my parents helped my rent with three other girls that went to NYU. It was really hard living here since I'm the family's baby. But, I tried hard to not complain.
"Jill, are you gonna go to that party at Daniel's tonight? I know how you and Daniel have this thing cute going on. Plus, I have no one with." Loma said as she barged through my bedroom door.
Her name is Paloma which is really hard to find these days and she told me she hated that name. Loma is my age only she's smaller in size but taller about couple of inch.
Light brown eyes which I really love and pointy nose with small pink lips which accentuates her scruffy shoulder length platinum blonde hair. We've been friends since freshmen year and I guess you could say she's like my sister from another mother.
"Yeah, I heard about it. I don't know Loma - I'd love to go but I have this horrible zit on my face right now and you wouldn't want me to embarrass myself in public with this monstrosity on my face. Do you?" I replied.
Loma laughed loudly which puzzles me because I took this matter very seriously. Daniel and I have been texting each other since a couple months ago and we always have that intimate late night conversation but never actually hung out together. I wish we had.
"Jill, I know and I'm sorry for your hormones but, I really wanna party and get drunk tonight! So help me!" she said then mumbles inaudible words that I couldn't make up what.
I looked at her with uncertainty and blankness in my eyes. I always thought about what I looked like from her point of view. Because I looked ugly in tagged pictures in Facebook and Instagram but looked gorgeous in my selfies which really confuses me about what my face really looked like from a person's point of view.
"Loma. Zit. Bout-to-burst. Ugly" I replied.
"Pfft. It looks fine! No one's gonna stare at it." Yeah, but it's distracting I thought. I just continued playing my guitar strumming "Climax" by Usher.
Don't get me wrong. I am actually looking forward to going but the zit and Lima's enthusiasm just crushes my confidence. Don't know why but it does. I looked horrible with my hair done into a messy bun which is ugly and is not even close to those hipster girls that always does their hair into messy buns. I haven't had anything to eat the whole day and it's 4 p.m.
"Come. Use that cute top you bought the other day. With that black short skirt - damn. No one will look at that zit!" Loma can be so shallow sometimes with her fake Mexican accent.
She's from California and I'm from Florida. Which is pretty much the same to most people. When it really isn't. Loma is much more outgoing and ready-to-get-drunk-on-a-daily-basis kinda person. I'm more secluded but I love parties from time to time.
I loved being alone but hated being lonely. I am paranoid if I went out alone because I heard all those nasty rumors about burglars and all here in our neighbourhood. But, I liked watching stars and the full moon but I'm not a science geek. I just loved it's existence, and how I'm just a tiny speck in our universe. I loved rainy days and it never bothers me if my shoes get dirty by the water from the rain.
" Okay bae. I'll go but not too early when everyone is still sober. They are gonna notice this shit on my face."
Loma shrieked and jumped in my small room which makes me happy seeing her get so excited.
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Rainfall
RomanceJillian is a 21 year old college student in NYU and is still foggy about her future. When Daniel starts texting her, she has been feeling all strange things in all the strange places. She really likes Daniel's demeanour but does Daniel feel the same?