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four

*DEDICATED TO FLUFFYCASHTON CAUSE "WHEN WE COLLIDE" IS THE BEST FANFIC EVER*

After returning from my torturous classes and pleasuring myself with the wonderful invention of tumblr, I decided to settle into bed since I had been given little to none homework/assignments. I pushed the blanket down and placed my laptop on my bare thighs.

Across from me, Bay was on her laptop as well, hard at work. Like every other room here at our large University, ours was small, but we somehow kept it neat and home-like. Bay had hug up Christmas lights all around our room. Our beds had matching wooden frames and instead of comforters we had both decided to purchase down blankets. There was a desk pushed up against our square window, which neither of us really used and a closet that we barely fit our things into.

On Bay’s side of the room, she had an assortment of pictures of celebrities, photography shots and tumblr quotes which I found ironic since I had only made her account a week-and-a-half ago. On my side, I had band posters and a few quotes and text posts which explained my life. I liked how our room showed off our personalities and I liked how even though we were different, our differences are what made us best friends.

I opened up my Pages document and stared at the blank page. What on earth was I going to write a novel about in three months? Oh yeah, I needed “experiences.”

“Bay, how do I get experiences?” I groaned.

She gave me a weird look.  “Experiences?”

“Experiences.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” she informed me.

“I don’t know—Carpenter assigned me to write a novel and according to his intelligent, forceful, brain, I need to get more experiences. Like really was my sex scene that bad? It’s not my fault I’m still I virgin!” Bay was literally on the floor dying from her laughter.

“I still—can’t believe—you’re still—a—virgin!” She laughs in between breaths. I flip her off then continue staring at the blank page. “You need to start going to parties. You need to get laid, dance until you can’t feel your legs, go get wasted.”

“Fuck no!” I practically yell. “I thought you hated those stupid parties as much as I do!”

“I do! But they’re all mostly people with low IQs and girls who don’t know the difference between a horse and zebra! I go to them only just to remind myself of who I don’t want to be.”

That shut me up. Bay’s words bothered me a lot.  First of all, she was right and maybe her intentions were good, but I don’t enjoy puking or being puked on and I really, really don’t want to give my virginity to someone who I will most likely never talk to again. I mean yes I do kind of sound like one of those hopeless romantics—and maybe I am—but I don’t want to be like Bay who is terrified of falling in love and everything to do with it.

In frustration, I shut my laptop screen forcefully and stomped over to our book case and plucked out my favorite book: Paper Towns. The thing I loved about it most was Margo Roth Spiegelman and her courage. I loved how she ran away and left everything she ever loved behind. I loved how she’s mysterious and intelligent. But I loved even more her not-so-star-crossed lover:  Quentin “Q” Jacobsen. He was just this example of never giving up and never leaving even if the other person does. He’s just so determined and wonderful and he made me wish that there was someone like him in my life. Someone who would never leave.

I opened it up and flipped the pages. There were multiple folded pages, highlights, and small scribbled notes along the pages, making it obvious how often this piece of literature had been read. I could hear the faint pulsing beat of the bass down the hall, but it wasn’t loud enough to disrupt my reading, so I opened it up and began to lose myself.

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When I was nearly half way through I had put the book down. But soon the music had become too loud and Bay had gone off to bed, with her pillow attached to her ears. I had a little light on, which illuminated my book—which I had reopened—but I couldn’t concentrate. It was almost one-in-the-morning and I had classes.  I debated going to whoever was hosting the annoying party and telling them to turn it down, but I knew that this would only result in more stupid name-calling for me.

I was actually quite surprised that by now no one had filed any complaints or told any of our teachers and/or chancellors.

Minutes seemed like hours and when the numbers on the clock turned to 2:50AM I pushed myself out of bed and stomped in the direction of the booming music and the crowd of people either entering or leaving. I was too tired to pay attention to anything, so when I banged my fist against the large wooden door, I was greeted to a familiar blond-headed boy, who dragged me inside despite my protests.

I really didn’t want all these people to see me. The bags under my eyes were prominent and I was only wearing my old black volleyball spandex and a tie-dye t-shirt. I had my wavy blonde hair tied up in a messy bun and I’m almost positive my eyes were bloodshot.

“Look who came to join us!” Luke exclaimed.

“Luke—no I’m leaving—just turn it down!” I shouted over the music.  I quickly looked around at everyone. It was disgusting. I was saddened to know that Luke enjoyed something to pointless.

He frowned at my words and puckered his bottom lip. “Please stay,” he whined.

“You’re drunk.” I closed the door behind me. Hard.

I walked back to our room and walked through the door. Surprisingly, the music turned down and by the time I was back in bed, it was quiet enough for me to fall asleep.

this was more of a filler... sorry it's boring :-( love, morgan