(Sequel to Watty Award Winner "Dear Sydney")
College isn't for everyone. Sometimes school is meant to end after the twelveth grade.
So when Sydney Porter decided to leave James Madison University after her sophomore year, her boyfriend of t...
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I heard the knock at the door and rolled my eyes. Alan wasn't home and I honestly hated being the one to answer the door.
It was 11:30 on Monday morning, which meant that Syd was already on her flight back to New York and I was stuck at school wishing that she were still here with me.
The knock sounded again, a bit louder this time as I forced myself to get up from the couch, still in my pajamas with bed head and monkey slippers. Classes for the new semester didn't start until January 18th, so I was planning on sleeping in and relaxing while I still could.
"I'm coming!" I called out in annoyance as the person knocked for a third time, the banging sound feeling like needles poking the inside of my ears. "Chill out." I mumbled under my breath as I reached the door, yanking it open and looking up groggily to see who had interrupted my pity party.
Instead of being able to see who it was, I was immediately unable to see anything as the person on the other side tackled me in a huge bear hug, knocking me on the ground with the force of their excitement.
"Dan, this is a really weird way to show up at your old apartment." I commented as my head hit the carpet, only increasing my rising headache.
"Shut up, you idiot." Sydney rolled her eyes as she looked down at me, and I felt my heart practically stop as I fully comprehended that she was here: she wasn't on a plane, she wasn't in New York, she was here with me. "But I guess I should be grateful that you didn't assume it was another girl."
"No girl except you would be able to take me down with one hug." I laughed, "You've been working out, babe."
"I definitely have." Syd grinned, "I have to keep up with my jacked boyfriend."
I nodded, smiling slightly. I was hoping the word "boyfriend" would have transitioned into something else by now, but then again, there was nothing I could do about what she wanted.
"Why aren't you on a plane to JFK?" I asked as we both stood up and I closed the apartment door behind her. "I thought your flight left half an hour ago."
"It was supposed to." Sydney nodded, "But I had some unfinished things to take care of before I left, so I got a different flight that leaves tomorrow."
