Found it! [ girlxgirl ]

|FOUR|

We're at the diner, almost finishing our burgers and fries. I'm telling them about the friend request I accepted yesterday.

-"THANK YOU!", Sarah shouts way too loud, making some of the people in the diner to look at us, "you finally gave us a little something to talk about".

I laugh because she's whispering now. I tell them that there's nothing to talk about, because it was just a friend request on a social media, nothing more. I can't really see why they are so excited.

-"It's like David, the guy that was lost in the university. Although I didn't help him, he sent me a friend request and he even liked my profile picture." I tell them, trying to make their excitement go away.

-"David? David Ross? The guy's friend with Daniel from our class. He's seen you before, he even bought us a round of beers the last time we were at that bar we don't like." Richard can't believe how oblivious I am to these things.

All I could answer was an almost silent "Oh...okay". The conversation kept going until we were ready to go to Fitzold. I am not going to lie. I kept searching for the blonde girl...for Avery to show up at the diner, but no luck. I even admitted it to Sarah and Richard, after they took my fries and demanded an honest answer.

We had no intention to get as drunk as last time, but it's Friday and that means drink with friends, weird talks and weird dance moves.

It's already past midnight and we're done with the weird talks. The drinks though, those keep coming and they help us to not notice our weird dance moves. I take my phone out I snap a picture of our group, now consisting of the three of us plus four other classmates who had joined us. I post it on Instagram and Facebook with some hashtags writing by Sarah, Richard and myself (respectively) #DrunkFriendsMakeTheBestFriends #FitzoldIsNotOld #FridayYaySaturdayNay.

After a couple minutes of dancing I check the hours on my phone and I notice a Facebook notification. I know it's related to the photo, so I check it out with Sarah and Richard creeping above my shoulders.

Avery Lawson liked your post.

Avery Lawson commented on your post.

I read her comment, and so do Sarah and Richard, still on my back looking above my shoulders.

Did you already pay? Or should I prepare myself for another possible battle, this time at Fitz? ;)

Shit! She's here? I was screaming internally. It might have been externally too, because Sarah and Richard jumped back and after high fiving each other, they faced me.

-"Holy shit Ems! You have inside jokes already?!" Sarah screams in my ears, afraid I won't hear her snarky comment with the loud music.

I put my phone in my pocket. They ask me why I'm not replying to her comment, but I can't find a good reason. All I can say, honestly and drunkenly, is that I don't know what to say and I prefer to ignore it for now. They don't agree, obviously, but they let it go.

I don't really know what to say. I don't want to say anything stupid that I'll regret tomorrow. I don't want to say something that would clearly show that I'm interested in her. Am I even interested in her? God, my head is a mess. I shake my head and try to keep up with my friends on the dance floor, but it's hard and I can't help but to look around the bar, discretely (I hope), trying to find her.

After a couple minutes, we leave the bar. Richard payed for me. I begged him to and because he owned me since last week at the diner, I was able to convince him without much fighting.

As usual, the cab drops me first. The whole ride consisted of Sarah and Richard giving me their suggestions for a reply to that Facebook comment. They also threw in some treats in the mix, like "if you don't reply to her I'm gonna do it and I'll embarrass you". I believe them.

I once again lie in bed, drunk, and thinking about her while trying to fall asleep. This time I know a little more about her: I know her name, I know that she goes to Fitz too, and I know she uses emojis. I don't really know anything else because her Facebook page doesn't say much. Not her birthday, not her hometown, not her university...nothing. I could stalk some of her friends' pages and find clues to these questions, but I don't like to stalk, and I'm not making an exception for this situation.

I'm letting ithappen...