Suprising (thatcherjoe)

Chapter 4

I wake up with the pillow vibrating under my head. I fumble for it but I don't manage to grab it. I start getting frustrated, knowing that this isn't a good start to the day. I finally get out of bed and dump the pillow upside down. The phone falls out from inside the pillow case. I mumble some profanity that I don't even know. I turn off the alarm that I was hoping was a text or call. But I'm not that popular. I go into the shared bathroom to brush my teeth. I'm a sophomore in college. My dorm is small, but I would much rather a small but single dorm room any day. I'm majoring in history. I go to UVM (University Of Vermont) and I'm originally from Boston, MA. I got into UVM with a scholarship. UVM is a great school and I love it here. I put leggings, a tank top, scarf, and northface on. It may be almost May, but Vermont still isn't warm enough for no sweatshirt-weather.

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This sucks. I have to do an essay on someone who changed my life. No one changed my life! I've been on point and focused my whole life! I haven't changed! Not even has a place changed me. I have always been that girl that isn't popular, but I'm not a nobody either. Everyone knows my name and I have hundreds of acquaintances, but only a handful of good friends. I don't mind it. It's, like I said, the way I have always been. The essay is due by the end of the year. That gives me plenty of time to bullshit my way through. Hopefully I can pass English.

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"Ey babes." My bestfriend Mackenzie says in a sleepy voice. It's 11 am and Mackenzie is taking a gap year from college. She could do very well in college, but she would rather travel the country and world than sit in a classroom all day for a job she isn't sure she wants. I understand her logic, but it's just not for me.
"Hey. How are you?"
"I'm sleepy. How are you college girl?"
"I'm doing okay. Just confused on who to pick for an essay. It's on someone who changed you."
"How about me! I changed you from the sweet shy girl to a slut!" She kids. We'll she is kidding about the slut part. I was very shy and innocent until I met Mackenzie. She woke me from that phase in my life. But that isn't 10 pages worthy.
"Haha. But I'm the one studying hard in college. How do I know your not the one being a stripper for some extra cash?" I joke. We'll, kind of.
"Oh honey, I would be the richest stripper ever with this bod. But, believe it or not, I still have some dignity."
"Oh Hun, don't I believe it."
She laughs a fun laugh. The kind that makes you smile. "Well I gotta go babe. I'll talk to you later. And if you ever come into New England, you take a detour to Vermont. K?"
"Of course. Love ya."
"Love you tooooo!!!" I stretch the too for no apparent reason. And with that I hang up. I don't have anything to do, but talking on the phone makes me anxious. The extra communication with no face to see or gestures to feel makes me sad. And I'm the type of person where I don't get sad easily, but once I'm depressed, I'm depressed. And only I can help myself out of it. It's hard, but I know what makes me feel down and how to deal with it. The only problem is, most people don't.

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JOES POV

"Editing suuuuccckssssss" I moan to no one in particular. All I want right now is to go get a beer with someone new. Someone that I don't know anything about. Someone who doesn't know know everything about me. That's the problem with having your life on YouTube. Everyone finds out about you. And sooner or later, just like all flings, they forget about you and move on. That's what I want right now. To have everyone move on. I will miss the premiere tickets and Playlist Live and the people I will stop interacting with because of it. But I guess that's just a small price to pay.

Hell, even I know that's not true.

I just need to sleep. No, scratch that. I need alcohol. I need a alcohol buddy, that won't hit on me, that doesn't know about me, that doesn't care that I make a good amount of money. I need someone. Period. I pick up my phone and scroll through the contacts.

I know her.

He's a jackass

She's a bitch

She knows about my profession

He is a dickhead

He needs to fuck off.

I stop at the K names. Kelsey. That's who would be perfect. Didn't open her mouth and gape when I gave her my number. Obviously likes alcohol after the other nights texts. And is very, very attractive.