Blue Waltz

Chapter 5 - Nostalgia

Keana's POV:

Quinn, Mari, and I got to the campus on the first day. All our lives we were together, since kindergarten. Even then, when we met, we had a connection and stuck together like glue and didn't let go since - right until this moment, every step of the way. In my life, Quinn was my voice of reason and my peace, she helped me mature and accept the world. Mari, on the other hand, was the one who brought me happiness. She understood me on another level,  like no other, I can't explain it. As if she was me. 

Quinn and I always were by each other, the first to give the other advice at the hard times and a hug at happy times. If I had to describe her in one word, I'd say she is moral. Mari is a bit more sensitive to her surroundings, compared to me and Quinn, who see the world in a very similar way. Mari tends to connect with people and every form of existence around her, which makes her view the world in a gentler way than mine. I would describe her as empathy. And me? I would say I'm a combination of both. I am very sensitive to the people around me, yet I'm able, most times, to take a moment and think things through before losing it. Whatever it is, I would not be myself without them and I can't imagine a world without them. The women who are most dear to my heart. 

Thankfully, we were all registered for the same courses in our first semester. We looked for our classroom and when we found it, we also found two girls who sat and talked among themselves. "Hi!" Mari called over to them. "Oh, hi there," they answered. "What are your names? Are you also in this class right now?" Mari asked, excited. "Yes. I'm Maeve Tyrell and this lady here is Lyris Barden, but I call her Lyr. What about you?" She replied. "You shorten your name, too? Me too! I'm Marigold Cyrus, or in short, Mari," she smiled, happy there is someone to understand her need to shorten her name," and these are my best friends: Quinn Aldwyn and Keana Piper."

Maeve is very tall and lean, her brown hair is straight, her face is narrow, but when she smiles she reminds me of a bunny, which is adorable, in my eyes. In time I got why she and Lyr had connected so fast. Maeve is lively, despite her constant need to show herself as the responsible adult in the group. Indeed, she has more life experience than us in many areas. Maeve is a bit older than us, but she doesn't forget for a moment how to live life the fullest way possible. A bit ironic, sometimes. Lyr is like that, as well - lively, always singing. I like calling her "Radio Lyr" because she could always pull a song out of her head that would be perfect for the situation and make us laugh. Compared to Maeve, she is shorter, yet still relatively tall. Her hair is long and dark as a raven, her skin tanned. As much as she loves life, she also loves the beach, which explains her being tan most days out of the year, except colder months when her skin gets a tad lighter. As for appearance, I would say Quinn and I are different from the others - I have long blond hair and skin white as snow and Quinn has silvery-purple hair, her favorite color to dye to. You could always spot her in a crowd, despite her short height. 

While we spoke about this and that, got to know each other, and discussed our expectations for this year, more people entered the classroom. The class started soon thereafter until, without any notice, the door swung open suddenly, and through it ran in a tall guy with dark curly hair and a beard in the process of getting longer and very well maintained. Crouching and panting, trying to regulate his breathing, he said, "sorry... For being late... Can I come in?" The professor looked at him in disbelief, but sighed and let him permission to enter, while scolding him a bit, "on the first day, Tate? Don't make it a habit."

After class the late guy came over to me, "hi, I saw you writing down notes, is there a chance I could copy what I missed from you?" He asked. "Yeah, sure," I said and added, "I'm on my way to the cafeteria with some friends, care to join? You can take a picture of the notes when we get there," I offered and he accepted. "I'm Oliver, by the way," he extended his hand to me. "Keana," I shook his hand and we walked towards the cafeteria.