"The fairytale love story is too overrated! I just want an amazing guy to fall into my lap, metaphorically, and I will arrange the pieces." I say to my friend Andrea. She's obviously not listening. She huffed and rolled her eyes. She was one of those girls who wanted the Cinderella fairytale love story or some kind of meeting where she bumps into her true love. Me, I just wanna guy who doesn't have to be perfect, he can be himself and I can too. Some kind of story where we'd be friends for awhile first, or atleast be someone I didn't like at first. Something original. "You're too chicken to do anything about a guy like that anyway. Plenty of guys have 'fallen into your lap' and you've just placed them to the side like you're a fucking trigger happy friend zoner." She laughed to herself for her choice of words. I brushed off my shirt as to show her words didn't affect me. "Have it your way. I'll know when I know. Plus half those guys weren't even good choices!" I say laughing. She began to laugh too saying "Oh my gosh! Remember Jesse Brooks!! He swore you were bae for the longest!!" Andrea and I flew out onto my bed in a fit of laughter. After some time of silence Andrea said "well hurry up and find him because college is almost over and your life needs to start soon Ms. I Don't Need A Man." I pushed up my glasses, mumbling "I don't."
As a sophomore year college student, I'm majoring in film production. Meaning I wanna be a director when I get outta here. I've booked some gigs for low budget movies in the past like Honeymoon, Lost and Tick for Tack (fake movies). Let's just say my critics think it sucks. A couple have told me it wasn't my directing, just bad material, so I want to make movies on somewhat of a bigger scale. Better material, better directing. Andrea wanted to be an actress so we both still have somewhat of the same classes, though technically her major is in acting. "Hey Sloane! I found this new hairstyle I want you to try. You've got some good hair so I wanna see how it looks!" Did I forget to mention, Andrea is my roommate. She's a very extroverted white girl who always has to try new stuff. She has long, pretty, curly hair. It was like a Spanish girl's curls but loose. "Sloane look at this!" She was showing me a video of some girl named Alyssaforever with her hair in a bantu knot. My hair was somewhat past my shoulders. I rarely ever tried anything new, I always straightened it and called it a day. My hair is just too much for any black girl. It reaches down close to my bra so I am thankful for that, at least. Andrea just kept rambling on. "GUUUUURRRLLLL!!! Let me hook you up! We can go out tomorrow night and see what wonders that look has in store for you!" I just roll my eyes saying "Didn't you try that shit last week and my hair looked like a birds nest?" She grabbed my arm, pulling me down a little, "Sloane please!! Please!!" I gave in "Okay, but I better look good. tonight we can stay up and do it." She cheered and squeezed me into a tight hug. "Great! I'll see you tonight!" she sad before winking my way and running of to class.
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Time Away
FanfictionSloane and Daniel meet at a college party and soon are inseparable. How's life gonna go with his career in the rearview?
