eleanor
When Eleanor got back to her room, Michelle was there unpacking. Forget the reserved politeness that Eleanor had worried about, her roommate had no reservations.
“Oh heyyyyy, you must be El’nor”, Michelle drawled. She had the most beautiful hair Eleanor had ever seen, woven into a million intricate braids, as well as the smoothest, dark brown complexion.
“Hi, Michelle”, she grinned. It hadn’t been awkward, and it hadn’t been feckless, but it had been natural. Eleanor had sat on her bed and listened to the easy conversation from her new roommate flow naturally. She found out that Michelle’s parents were human rights lawyers in Pennsylvania, that Michelle hoped to major in sociology and then pre-law, and that her boyfriend was studying engineering at MIT.
Eleanor also found out that her new roommate had been offered a serving job at the on-campus pub, and that they were still looking for help. With her experience at the Hog Shack, Eleanor figured she should apply, and looked forward to it.
The only thing left to dread, she realized, was class itself.
park
Alex, it turned out, had a whole group of high school buddies attending North. They asked Park if he had a fake ID, and when he didn’t they rallied him to go out to the pub with their Japanese friend’s driver’s license after the welcome barbecue at their residence hall. In the spirit of new beginnings, he agreed. He didn’t drink, but still engaged in a host of debauchery, and enjoyed getting to know Alex’s friends. He even met Jerome who was also hoping to major in Sociology with a focus in music. Park had recovered from his earlier stint – when he thought he had seen Eleanor. In fact, he was angry with himself for so readily bringing back those memories, and vowed to ignore any emotions related to her that came up in the future. These are the heartaches that make you stronger, he vowed to himself. Somewhat cheesily, he admitted that he was young, free, and ready to make new memories that did NOT involve a red-headed girl from Omaha, Nebraska.
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Eleanor and Park The Sequel: Don't Pass Me By
FanficWe know that after she leaves Omaha, Eleanor sends Park one mystifying postcard that is "just three words long", but what happens next? Flash forward to the first day of college. Eleanor and Park have lost touch, and neither knows that they are att...
