We could have met at university in real life.
Megan. Her name is Megan and she stood there telling me how amazing the debating society is and why I should join for as long as I could let her before telling her I was already going to join long before she started talking.
I am in my first year of university at Stirling Uni and she is in her second. She is 5 foot 3 with brown hair to her waist and she smiles so unapologetically all you can do is smile back.
My name is Alanna I'm 5 foot 9 with short blonde hair and I probably look like a lost puppy wandering around the student union during freshers week like well a fresher.
She has a studio flat on campus and I share with 5 other people also on campus.
This is our first interaction. The second would take place on a gloomy day when I'm on my way to Starbucks and she's going to the gym, it's awkward but she's confident and flirts like a pro whereas I stumble around my words trying to prove that I do understand the basics of English, however, I do manage to ask if she'd like to join me for a coffee. She says she's on her way to the gym but she's definitely going to take me up on my offer soon and takes my phone number. I smile all the way to Starbucks and back.
I receive a text the next day something cute and witty making sure I didn't give her a fake number but also wanting to meet up again soon.
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1 Year
ChickLitWhat you are about to read is what this 2-month relationship could've been if we were 1 year older. The actual story is quite disappointing and underwhelming but this is what I think could've happened if it was 1 year in the future.
