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edward furlong (actor)

a request from samantha878899 :) in this you are both in collage, doesn't matter what year !

your pov / thursday afternoon

f/n and I exited through the double doors of our required Language Arts class. it was our last class of the day and my last class of Language Arts until next week. though, we had a six thousand word essay due by tuesday at noon. it was easier than what we've been given before.

the hallways of this collage are wider than those of any high school i've ever seen, yet they're just as pact. "we could try that new seasonal inspired café," f/n suggests. "it's just a couple of blocks away." outside, we headed towards the student parking where her car was.

"sounds like a plan to me."

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it's crowded near the counter where you order, but there are plenty of seats free. probably due to this café being less than a mile from the University. we stood in the line of about five or six people, making small talk.

my eyes were locked on the collectibles that sat upon the shelves behind the counter when f/n nudged my side. "heard anything from Edward recently?" she wiggles her eyebrows and emphasized his name like it should faze me.

Edward Furlong, the literal bane of my existence. sometimes. him and I went to grade school together for all twelve years. and now -- what a coincidence -- we're in collage together. when I found out we'd be attending the same school, again, my first initial thought was 'I can't catch a break." I haven't always hated him. only since he decided it would be a good idea to ruin my color-by-number paper in second grade and then steal my box of twenty-four crayons.

so . . . maybe it's a grudge i'm holding against him. but until he takes a step in the opposite direction of our feud, I refuse to.

do I think he's attractive? sure. would I let him within five feet of me? sober me would say hell no, but intoxicated me would probably let him closer than five feet. does that mean that I have secret feelings for him that i've been trying to shove as far down as possible since seventh grade? well maybe, i'm not even sure about that one.

"y/n?" f/n tapped my shoulder and I shook the thoughts of him away. it's our turn to order now and I politely state that I just want a muffin and a hot chocolate.

the weathers shifting the further into September we get, and is especially chilly today. I say, "thank you." and pay when another worker behind the counter hands me my food. while f/n orders and pays I opt to find us a two seated table.

she meets me a minute or so later in a corner of the place. "so?" I furrow my eyebrows as she sits in front of me. "have you heard from him or not? you kinda zoned out back there."

my lips curve into an 'o' shape. "uh, no. not since we ran into each other in the hall outside our dorms." oh, yeah, and our dorm rooms are right across the hall from each other. I seriously cannot catch a break.

for another half an hour or so we're talking about annoying people in our classes, and what we're doing for winter break which comes up in a couple months. thankfully, she doesn't bring Edward up again, I can only talk about him for so long until my face burns up.

f/n's eyes wonder around the café before landing on something- or someone and widening to the size of saucers. her head snaps back to facing me.

"Furlong- three o'clock!" she whisper-shouts. I don't bother to look, but drop my head into my hands. maybe if I act like I don't know he's here he won't notice me. dear God, ple- "oh, no." f/n whispers again and I don't even look up.