The Only Constant Is Change

Froyo, YOLO

A/N: ... this is getting far more twitter-centric than I had planned...

You couldn't concentrate on your article, you didn't even want to think about your med school applications, and the quiet of the library was starting to eat into your sanity. So you had decided to hit the gym. As torturous and painful as your daily treadmill runs were, you had to begrudgingly admit that aside from keeping you skinny and fit, were perfect for releasing pent up frustration and clearing your mind. After all, it's hard to think about anything when your legs are screaming in pain and the cheery red display of the treadmill is still telling you to RUN FASTER!

Finishing your workout an hour later, you hit the showers, staying under the hot jet of water for far longer than recommended by any environmentalist. You emerge into the atrium of the athletics facility afterwards, tired, but with a huge craving for some frozen yogurt. So you do what any other social network addicted twenty-something would do, you turn to that phone constantly attached to your body, your wonderful 24/7 connection to social media...

'Berkeley lovelies, where's the best froyo place on campus? #CRAVINGS!'

For good measure, you tag Lauren at the end of your tweet as well, @LoRothschild. As much as you had integrated into the Berkeley bubble in your two months in California, Lauren had lived here her entire life. Her sunny 'California Girl' personality had certainly increased her twitter follower count past ten thousand. You wouldn't be surprised if most of the Berkeley student body followed her on twitter.

In a matter of seconds, twitter worked its social media magic, and suggestions began filling the screen of your phone:

'Good icecream place in Mulligan Hall!' I said froyo, not icecream. Derp.

'#Pinkberry is a 15min walk from campus #delish!' Too far of a walk, nope.

'come back to ny- ill make you all the froyo you can eat #yolofroyo!' 'FROYO, YOLO!' Genius. So, okay, maybe twitter wasn't exactly all that useful…

You laugh, watching as some more silly, stupid, and flat out terrible suggestions scroll past your screen. Then fate decides to intervene, and there your heart goes again, skipping a beat as the tweet appears:

@NathangAdrian:

'Meds building. I'm there now. Mango-lychee flavour #omnomnom #yourewelcome'

Post-workout, aching legs? Hit it and quit it type guy? Repeat of Chris waiting to happen? Acting like a lovestruck schoolgirl?

You pay no attention to your negative thoughts as you sprint out of the athletic facility towards the Meds building, because hey, if it's recommended by the Nathan Adrian, it must be good, right?

"I'm only doing this for the froyo. I only want the froyo… " you tell yourself quietly.

You had always been great at believing your own lies.