"No they smell wierd, and why would someone make a colon to smell like blueberrys?" I answered, yet questioned him
'' Don't ask me, ask the people who made it," "I only wear it because my girlfriend loves blueberrys, and it helps me get some every now and then.'' He said as a smirk played out on his lips.
I rolled my eyes, as I walked from the side of the room we were standing at to the unsteady small pile of suitcases that lie next to my desk. I skim over the pile looking for a lamp black laptop case.
The room becomes empty as the front door shuts and I'm the only one left in the room. The stale air floats around being pushed to and fro by a ceiling fan.
I sit at the desk. Pondering about how a raven haired boy can bring and take the life out of a room. A sudden wave of loneliness washes over me.
Loneliness. Loneliness. The familiar emotion sets in as I lean back in the chair. Slouching, something mum despised.
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College Boy
Ficção AdolescenteVanessa Lovegood's first year of college does not go as planned when all of the girl dorms are gone. She finds herself living the complete lady's Man Zayn Malik who is also a jerk. Will she survive 4 years living in the same room as the college's #1...
