everything I didn't say

forty

A month has passed since Niall and I made up, and so far, so good. I've yet to find a bigger problem to face and he's yet to say a mean comment to me. We have fun joking around and smiling. He smiles so much and that makes me smile so much more than that.

I can't wait for my first term here at UCLA to be over with. It has been absolute hell for me and I've gone through a shit ton of stuff here. It ends tomorrow, when I take my final exam. That includes me walking into class with paper in hand, handing it to my favorite Professor for him to read and critic. 

I worked much harder than I thought I would on my semester exam.

I was expecting me to bullshit some paragraphs about love, but I put some decent work together three days ago. I've proofread it over and over and I almost have it completely memorized by now, but I still don't think it's good enough to get me the highest possible grade I want on this. He will love it and easy A, but he could hate it and give me a failing grade. Which is reason one I would have just rather taken the written and normal exam.

After this term ends, my classes change. I will no longer be in my awful calculus class, and I thank god for that everyday. I move to my advanced writing class, and I even get a new world religions teacher, my old one has a child coming along in the next few days. Even though I didn't know he had it in him to have a child. Turns out, he is only a whopping thirty two rather than the fifty nine that I expected he was. His forehead stress wrinkles could easily be passed for normal old age wrinkles.

Sadly, with the end of this term, comes the end of the shared apartment I have with Julie.

She has decided to move in with Jared, since they've had something solid going for so long. There are boxes all around the apartment and nothing but sad faces everytime I pass her almost empty room. I have to work more hours at work to make up for the rent she split with me, but only for another week or two.

Niall's new permanent home just so happens to be the now empty half of my apartment. The fraternity didn't want him back, I don't blame them, but it was still extremely rude of them to kick him out officially. He doesn't have enough money for a place of his own, and I wouldn't have enough money for this place by myself either.

It's a really, really dumb idea, I know. But so far it hasn't seemed absolutely awful and he's here twenty four hours a day as it is, he will just actually have to start paying to stay. He's convinced that he will barely be sleeping in his own bed, and that it shouldn't even be turned into a bedroom. I laughed when he told me that even though he seemed to be serious.

Tonight, we are headed out to eat dinner at Greg's apartment. Niall was invited and he pushed for his invitation to have a plus one, he can't do anything on his own. I pull out a fresh black dress from my closet, new and still in the tags. It flows nicely at my thighs and flatters my waist.

I smile at my reflection while I push my hair behind my ears and touch up the makeup on my face. I help Niall pick out a dress shirt and nice black pants to wear, and tie his tie for him when he gets it knotted. He looks wonderful, and his tie matches my dress. We leave the apartment in enough time to arrive fifteen minutes early, if traffic allows.

Niall drives, he got a new car, since he sold his old one before the move to Ireland. Turns out he planned on staying there much longer than I had originally thought. Good thing he came back when he did. I try not to think like that, though.

We end up getting caught in traffic anyways, and are a few minutes late. He knocks and Greg kindly answers the door with a smile plastered on his face. This is the first time Niall's visited in the four months since Greg last saw him. So rude of him, but I say nothing about that.