When The Stars Called

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Stassi.

Whatever I said about feeling better was completely wrong. The next day I felt even worse and depressed. I detested how I felt but I couldn't hide my failure.

After my family and I had our loving moment, we ate dinner and talked about anything but education and college. When we finished eating my dad cleaned up while my mom, Rebekah and I watched an old movie in Swedish with subtitles. Watching Swedish movies was always my escape and nothing, no matter how important, could interrupt me whenever I would watch one. Normally I would be tuned in yet, the whole time I couldn't stop thinking about how I am not going to the one place where I should be going.

That fact alone bothered me a lot.

Luckily it was Saturday so I wouldn't have to go back to school for another day and a half. My mom texted my optimistic and always happy best friend, Morris, about what happened. I had planned to stay in bed all day and do absolutely nothing. That plan was redundant as my mom forced me to get out and "continue on with my life." By that she meant basically go hang out with Morris for as many hours as I could so long as I wasn't moping in the house.

Yippie.

"Okay Stassi, you didn't get in. So what?"

Right now we were at our favorite coffee shop in town. The smell of pure coffee beans and capuchinos filled my nostrils, calming me. However, the boisterous noise of all the people and blenders about undid it all.

My head was down on the table in my arms while Morris indulged in five different pastries. He had an unbelievably huge appetite but his speedy metabolism always kept him in a good physique. Curse him.

His words stabbed me— he treated the whole situation like I didn't get a high five from someone. Did he not know how much this meant to me? Even though we had been friends for over four years now, he didn't feel all that supportive like he usually was.

I lifted my head up a few inches just enough to see him. He had dark brown almost black hair and brown eyes. Since he was a latino, he had dark tan skin that looked well with his appearance. He wore a green olive shirt under his jacket and a cute dark green beanie that complimented him well. I found out quickly after we became friends that green was his favorite color.

Even though he was above average in looks, I had never felt any attraction to him or chemistry. We didn't work that way. Friendship was just enough for me and him. Besides, it would be extremely weird if it was anything else but that.

He looked adorable today while I probably looked like a five day old living corpse. I had a runny nose and my face was all red and puffy from all the crying I did, yesterday. I didn't put on any makeup whatsoever after I threw on an old pair of leggings and a coffee stained sweater.

Not to mention my hair was an even wilder mess in a lazy bun.

"You say it like it's no big deal. That isn't helping, it's making it worse. It was a huge deal to me you know, a very very big deal." I set my head black down, feeling even more defeated.

"I didn't mean it like that. Of course I knew it was a big deal to you. I was there that day in Mr. Buckner's class when you told me for the first time you wanted to go there. I knew that moment was a Stassi moment and all I could think was, 'uh oh here we go, watch out world here comes my extremely motivated and driven best friend. Watch out." He took another bite of his pastry and continued to talk.

"But what I am saying is, you didn't get in, okay so what? Yeah it sucks for you, and it's unfortunate. Do I think those bastards had their heads in the wrong places and should go back and accept you? Absolutely. But what I am saying is that you can't let it chain you down into this dark world of...of....of that!" He exclaimed and pointed straight to me. From what he was telling me, I knew he had a point. I looked in the mirror before I left the house and saw I had dark rings around my eyes.