Carried Away

My fantasy

I haven't seen Sawyer since the day I meet him. That was two weeks ago. I guess he wasn't actually my future husband. 

I think I'm taking my whole husband fantasy a little to far, but I cant help myself. This fantasy is how I envisioned my college life. I have my perfect college day planned out and it still hasn't happened.

My perfect college day starts with me waking up late and rushing to psych. I get into psych and we're having a class discussion instead of a lecture. This is where I meet the love of my life. He's saying something that I disagree with. We debate over the issue for a while. We leave class with the issue still unresolved.

Then I meet some friends at a coffee shop. We are planning our night. We're gonna smoke then go out to party. That night a big group of us go to a frat party. We're all dancing. Everyone is tipsy but no one is drunk. The party is amazing. It's actually to good to be true. The party gets busted and we all have to run from the cops.

For some reason we all bond over running from the cops and decide to hang out all night in one of the guys rooms. When we get to the room the love of my life is there. I try to sit near him without making it obvious. He notices me sitting there and we start debating about psych again. Throughout the night we argue over a lot of things, but we also bond over things. 

We start hanging out a lot and then somewhere along the way we fall in love... 

I can't seem to shake the feeling that this is supposed to happen, but that doesn't make sense. If my fantasy is supposed to happen then Sawyer can't be the love of my life. The only problem is every time I picture my fantasy husband I see Sawyer's face. Stupid Andrew Garfield look alike. 

I can't go out tonight I need to be alone with my thoughts. 

I also need to eat. I'll go and get some pizza. I can eat and think.

I throw my combat boots on over my flower tights. I love these tights. They make my ass look amazing but they're so comfortable. I look like I'm going to a party. Honestly I'm getting tired of parties. None of them are really good anyway. 

I miss the parties from home. I miss having fun with a big group of friends. Every time we go out to party our group separates. I'm always left with Kaylie and Ben who are either making out or arguing. 

I'm lost in thought about terrible parties when something hits my side.

"Sorry." Did I just imagine that voice? I turn around hoping to see Sawyer but its not him. I can't help being disappointed. I mumble something to the stranger that ran into me and get in line for pizza. 

Why do so many college kids eat pizza? Its not healthy. We're gonna get fat and die. Ok maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but the freshman 15 is nothing to play around with. 

I feel a pair of arms wrapping around my waist. Whoever it is has amazing arms, and smells absolutely mouthwateringly delicious. 

I turn around to see Sawyer. My one fantasy standing in front of me with half of a smile playing on his face. I have no idea what to say to him because the feeling is back again. This overwhelming feeling of rightness when I'm around him. 

"Whatcha doin?" Aw that was so cute he sounded like Isabella from Phineas and Ferb. I wonder if he watches that show. If he even know what that show is. I wonder if he has siblings. Is he an only child? What was his childhood like? I find myself wondering things I have no reason to think about him.

"Getting food." Obviously that's what I'm doing. I feel bad when his face falls slightly. I'm being rude. It's not my fault though. He has short circuited my brain.

"What are you doing tonight?" Is it terrible that every time he asks me what I'm doing I want to say him? He really is gorgeous. Even hotter than Andrew Garfield.

"Nothing just eating and hanging out it my room."

"Wearing that?" Whats wrong with what I'm wearing? I look down at my flowered tights and combat boots. I am dressed for a party but these tights are really comfortable.

"Yeah my tights are comfy. I'm changing the boots for fuzzy socks though."

He looks thoughtful for a minute. "Is your roommate gonna be there?" Why do you want to be there?

" Nope just me she's gone for the weekend." I'm really looking forward to this alone time.

"I'm coming with you." YES! YES! YES! YES!!!!!! You are much better than alone time.

"Who says you were invited?" I tease. I don't want to seem like he can just come over whenever he wants. 

"I did, but you're ok with it." He gives me a knowing smirk. This guy is way to good at reading people. I thought I was good but I'm an amateur compared to him. 

"We're eating in my room." I warn him. It sounds like a threat coming out. He easily agrees to this. The walk back to my dorm was silent. We were both to deep in thought for it to be an awkward silence. I'm thinking about him. He looks like he's concentrating. I feel like he's solving a really hard math problem in his head. I wouldn't be surprised. He is a science geek after all. 

"My rooms right here." I say when I notice he's still walking. I smile at him and he seems even more concentrated. The math problem must be getting harder. 

"Well come in don't just stand there looking confused." he laughs and says "Sorry I'm thinking about some stuff." No really?

"I'm pretty good at math." I tell him matter of factly. I see a few emotions cross his face. Starting with confusion and ending with humor.

"What does math have to do with anything?" I have to be honest but I don't want him to think I'm a creep for staring.

"Well you looked like you were solving a really hard math problem in your head. I just thought I'd offer my assistance." I say as I sit on my bed and close the door. Josh comes over to my bed 

" No I'm solving another type of problem right now"he answers cryptically. I can't help but to wonder if I can help with this problem.

"Is there anyway I can help with this problem of yours?" I ask tentatively.

He answers no way to fast making me thing he's hiding something from me. I decide not to comment on it and enjoy my pizza.