A Day Like This

Beautiful

"Hey, Girls! How's it going?"

Logan ran up behind them and placed his arm on Charlotte's shoulder.
"Nothing much" replied Charlotte

"What do you mean nothing much?!" exclaimed Lana "You went on a date!"

Charlotte blushed and looked down at her feet as the three of them walked through campus.

"Well I mean it wasn't really a date. Nothing happened" said Charlotte

"Oh, with whom was this so called date with may I ask?" Logan stared at Charlotte, eyes wide.

"James O'Neill" she mumbled "He doesn't go here. Somewhere near though"

"You went on a date with... James O'Neill?!" Logan stopped in his tracks "Only the most good looking, most popular boy in all of Dublin, and you say nothing happened."

"How do you know him?" Asked a confused Charlotte

"He's only the most well know kid in the whole country! He's actually know for his player type ways, never had a girlfriend for longer than a week. It won't last Char, hope you know that" Logan said matter of factly.

Charlotte began to think back to last week, that day outside the coffee shop. It had seemed to special.
-Because it was special- she told herself.

Suddenly angry at her friend's outburst she announced, "What is it you wanted anyway Logan?"
He flinched at the edge in her tone,

"We've been invited to a party" He replied glaring back at Charlotte
"to celebrate our last year. 9 o'clock, dorm block E. I'll meet you at yours around 8:15. See you around lil ones" and with that he ran off in the opposite direction "Gotta go... Class started 15 minutes ago" he shouted over his shoulder.
Lana shook her head "that boy does my head in" she smiled.
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Just as he promised Logan arrived outside Lana and Charlotte's apartment at 8:15. Lana answered the door to him, toothbrush in hand.
"Hey!" She spat toothpaste all over his face
"That's enough talking from you" Lucas replied pushing past her to get a tissue on the coffee table. "Oh. My Goodness. What happened in here?" He muttered. "Were you robbed or something" he picked up a pink top from the sofa.
Well it must've been a sofa because now it was shrouded in clothes. Every item imaginable, shorts, dresses, tops and jeans it was all there.

Logan surveyed the room locking eyes with both girls. "Let's get you ready!" excitement laced his voice.
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Logan began picking through the masses of clothes on the sofa to find the perfect outfit for Lana and Charlotte. For Lana he settled on a grey off the shoulder cotton top, white jeans and small grey heels. As for Charlotte, Logan chose a short navy button up dress and flat sandals. Logan took a step back admiring his work. "Perfect" he announced "Let's go!"
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The three of them walked up to the dorm block and could already hear the music pulsating into the clear night. Without hesitation they entered the building and took the elevator up to the 6th floor.

Room 64, the door was ajar and the sheer smell of alcohol and sweat clouded the air in the hallway. Charlotte Jared these party's. Young people drink out of their minds moving to heavy bass music but she cane along because her friends enjoyed them for some absurd and absolutely insane reason.
They pushed open the door to reveal a dorm room identical to that of Charlotte and Lana's but with about 60 more people in it. Charlotte sighed, "Two hours, that's it" she cast a warning glance at Lana and Logan. "I mean it"
Lana grabbed Charlotte's wrist and pulled her into the room "Fine Lottie, but at least try to enjoy yourself!"
Charlotte rolled her eyes, "Fine, I'll try my best"
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Charlotte thought the party was alright. She didn't drink anything because according to Logan and Lana she was 'designated driver', even though they weren't driving. However, she did know they were going to need some guidance walking home. She busied herself by eating pizza and swaying slightly to the music now and again until a slightly tipsy Lana came up to her.
"Hey Char!" She has to yell to be heard over the loud music "I think I saw your guy James over there" she gestured off into the abyss of people.