Olivia Martin thought she'd only ever need 3 things to survive her 4 years at California State University:
Her Friends, Good Grades and Photography.
But after meeting an irresistable footballer, Noah McCoy, she added two more things to her list; Noa...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I was home alone. Not something I can say often. Naomi had gone on a date with Caleb and Lydia had just for the gym. She usually spends about two and a half hours there but given our new plan of events for Naomi's birthday, she's decided to add another half hour.
You would think I'd enjoy having the place all to myself. But I don't. There's nothing to do.
Just two days ago I was hanging out with friends and sleeping over at a guy's house and now I'm hanging out alone at 2 pm on a Saturday.
There's not a movie or show I can think of that I haven't already watched at least twice.
So I have settled on upgrading my Polaroid book. It's like a scrapbook but filled with polaroid pictures.
I've taken a few pictures in the past week and they have just been laying around.
About 30 minutes in I received an Instagram notification for a message request from Noah.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I'm not quite sure why Noah decided he wanted to spend his Saturday afternoon with me but I would be lying if I said I wasn't slightly happy to have company.
I decided not to change out of my knitted shorts and sweater. It was cute and I felt comfortable.
True to his words, 25 minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
I almost tripped myself jumping up from the couch. I regained my composure before opening the door to let him in.
"Hey, Angel."
"Hey," I said holding the door open so he can enter.
He stepped inside, taking his shoe off at the door. "Nice place."
"Yeah, It's nothing like yours though," I told him, remembering how grand his place was.
He chuckled, "Yeah, mine has stairs."
"Shut up," I punched him in the arm. "What's in the bag?" I just now noticed that he was carrying what looks like a grocery bag.
"This," he started, lifting the bag higher, "is me keeping a promise. Where's your kitchen?"
