"Shit," Liam said. "I've really got to get going. Are you okay to leave it off where we are right now? I hate to do that to you, but I'm going to be ate of I don't leave now." His eyes looked at me, apologetically.
"Yeah, don't worry about it. I'll be fine," I smiled, trying to be reassuring.
"Awesome, Sarah, thanks. I'll text you later about what's going on," Liam said, as he packed all his things away and started to leave.
"Wait up," I said, grabbing my bag. "You said you're technology's been weird all day, so just come by my room and we'll start typing up the treatment. I'm in Fletcher 515. Can you remember that..? Here," I said, grabbing his left hand and writing it down. "Just knock, Devin or I should be there!"
He stood there quietly for a moment, looked at his hand, and then held the door open for me. "Fletcher, 515. Got it, see you in a bit!" he said as he darted off down the sidewalk.
When I got back to my room, I decided it would be a good idea to clean up a little bit - just make sure nothing was out that didn't need to be. My side was clean, but Devin's was another story. I pulled my phone out and began typing her a message
"Liam's coming over to work on the paper in a bit, and you've left your clothes-" I began typing when I heard a key in the door. Devin must have been coming back. Awesome! Now she can clean. I closed out of the message, and Brian appeared in the doorway.
"Brian? Hi, what are you do-"
"Shhh! Don't say a word, you'll ruin everything," Brian had clasped his hand over my mouth and muffled the rest of my sentence. Then he removed it.
"Ruin what...?" I was confused.
Then, Brian took off his jacket, but his eyes never left mine. He backed me against the wall, gently tucked my hair behind my ear, and leaned in close and whispered, "Gotcha." He pulled his head back so he could see my reaction.
"Jesus, Brian," I said, my breathing a little short of steady and eyes widened in panic. My heart was beating a million times a minute, "What the actual fuck was that all about!!"
"Just thought it'd be fun to mess with you," Devin appeared from her little closet.
"It was just a little prank to see how you'd react," Brian smirked. "Harmless fun!"
"Do it again, and I'll take you down next time!" I threatened playfully. I was a wimp.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. So, what's Liam up to?" Devin asked.
"Not sure. He's coming by later to finish our project for scriptwriting. So, can we-"
"Have sex?" she interrupted. I punched her in the arm jokingly. "Okay, sorry! Sorry! So, y'all aren't gonna have sex then?"
"Brian, will you do me the honors?" I bowed, and Brian tackled Devin. They fell to the floor laughing. I helped them both up
"That's right, no sex with Liam," Brian said. "Because you'll be having it with Nico on Friday!" He ducked just in time to miss my swing. "She's gonna let him get to second!" he cried out as he jumped on to Devin's bed. I tried to fight valiantly, but he started tickling me and I have never once won a tickle fight. We were all crying so hard from laughing, and our stomachs were sore.
"Okay! Okay! I give up! I surrender," I got out between gasps of breath. "I surrender."
"I knew you two'd get along," Devin said to Brian and I. "Like peas in a pod."
"Eh," I said, sitting up against the wall, still on Devin's bed. "He's okay," I smiled and poked his arm. "But seriously. We want to finish our script. Y'all are welcome to stay, but Dev, do you think you could pick up a little? Just put your clothes away... pleeeeaaaaassseee?" I gave her my best puppy dog eyes.
"You're lucky you're cute," she narrowed her eyes, and smiled. "Fine. But only because I love you."
I jumped off the bed to hug her. "You're the best!" I cleaned up our little kitchenette and washed whatever dishes were in the sink. It didn't need to be perfect, but I didn't want it to look like we lived in a trashy room, either.
Once I'd finished putting the dishes away, I turned to see Devin had finished putting her clothes away, and was sitting at her desk with her laptop open, and Brian was watching something on our little TV.
"I'm gonna shower quick," I said to nobody in particular. I just hoped he didn't show up while I was in there.
"Want a shower buddy?" Brian chirped, without taking his eyes off the TV.
"Nooooo thank you," I grabbed my phone off my bed, and headed to our shower. I thought I heard Brin mutter "you're loss" under his breath, but I ignored him. We had a little studio apartment type room, Devin and I. We had our own little private bathroom, and a little kitchenette with a table and two chairs in a separate room where we'd put our desks. It actually was great, especially since we didn't have to share a shower with anyone else.
As I let the warm water run over me, I started thinking about Thanksgiving again. What was I going to do? I couldn't go home, I can't stay with Devin, and I don't really want to stay here, either. Especially not by myself- not on my favorite holiday. What's worse than being alone on a day centered around giving thanks to your family and friends? I closed my eyes, and washed the shampoo out of my hair as I thought. And then, it hit me: I knew what I could do for Thanksgiving.
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Five Years
Hayran KurguUniversity of Michigan freshman Sarah Williams was enticed by the rustic charm of the school's campus. She expected to work hard over the next four years, and to really exert herself. What she didn't expect was to be swept off her feet by some of th...
