How We Met #1 (Completed) ✔️

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I wake up slowly, suddenly remembering that I have a friend coming over this morning. I get up and take a quick shower, brush my teeth, brush my (whatever length and colour hair), and put some clothes on. I put on a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black hiking boots.

I hear a knock at the front door and immediately know it's Hannah. She has a special knock that she uses because it's the only one that doesn't scare me. She at first knocked that way to scare me and get my attention when we were studying at the library, but then it became a comforting knock for whenever she arrives where I am. It gets my attention, but doesn't scare me. Other people knocking, however... is a completely different story.

"Coming!" I yell from my upstairs bedroom. I hastily make my bed and grab my phone off of the nightstand, stuffing it into the pocket of my white skinny jeans.

I run downstairs, my socks catching on the 10th stair down, causing me to trip which then ends in me rolling down the other 10 steps. I quickly get up and fix my clothes before opening the door, huffing from the long walk. I'm obviously out of shape and need some exercise-

"Hello." I say, slightly out of breath from the stairs. Hey, you try running down 20 steps while holding a huge book. It's not easy. But that's probably my asthma talking...

"Why are you out of breath?" Hannah asks. She enters the house and gently closes the door behind her, placing her soft hand on my shoulder. She pats it in a comforting way.

I hold up my index finger signalling for her to give me a minute. I try to slow my breathing, knowing that breathing heavily won't solve anything. I hold in the groan that I so badly want to release, but instead clutch my stomach, closing my eyes as I calm myself down. Stupid asthma. I hate myself every day because of it.

"I ran down the stairs holding my huge book that I need for studying and tripped over my feet...... and rolled......... down....... the stairs!" I say in-between gasps for air. I'm desperate to keep my breathing under control, not wanting Hannah to know about my problem. It's just so hard to breathe... I stupidly left my inhaler upstairs.

"Yikes, are you okay?" Hannah asks worriedly, she crouches down, looking at me closely. I try to calm my breathing further, still clutching my stomach as I stare into her bright blue eyes. They're clouded with worry as a few strands of her blonde hair fall into her face. She sighs, running my back in a soothing manner.

"Yeah........ I'll be......... fine." I tell her, still trying to catch my breath. God I hate my body. I'd like a refund.

I stand straight, finally beginning to regain control before I give her a reassuring smile and beckon for her to follow me. I lead us to a light grey wooden table, where we set our textbooks down and begin studying for our exam. We're in college, studying for different things, but we like each other's company nonetheless.

"Hey... I was just wondering..." Hannah starts, thinking of what to say. "I have two tickets to Marshmello's concert... would you like to come with me?" She asks. She taps her neon pink gel pen against she table nervously, keeping her eyes trained on the far wall. Her eyes are glazed over as she thinks. I know that face... she's overthinking. Again.

Holy shit! Tickets to a Marshmello CONCERT?! Duh! Of course I'm coming! I think to myself.

"I LOVE YOU!" I squeal in excitement. I love how his music just... I don't know, it gives a good vibe. It's hard to explain. I attack her with a hug, as her chair is beside mine. She laughs, hugging me back just as tightly.