Flashbacks
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,*flashback 2012: Middle school graduation * &quot;Are you excited for summer?&quot; Stacy asked me as we were leaving the school we would never see again. &quot;Yeah, who wouldn't I don't have to see most of the unfamiliar faces that I didn't bother to know.&quot; &quot;True.&quot; As we went into separate cars going who knows where to celebrate I locked eyes with him- the guy that twisted my last year of middle school upside down... *present day* &quot;We made it Stacy. We're here in New York City!&quot; &quot;Yeah but college tho...&quot; &quot;Shut up & bring your bad vibes somewhere else ,please. Look we're here a couple weeks before school starts let's make the best of it ok? Oh! And no bad vibes from now on.&quot; , I told Stacy with a smile on my face as we moved our stuff into our new apartment which I might add is walking distance from our school. As I got to the top of the stairs a very tall, at least very tall to me anyways since I'm short a very tall figure bumps into me. When I looked up I saw the familiar face I wanted to forget..
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I walked on the nearly empty bus in New York City, which was very rare. It was the middle of the night and this was the last train going around the tracks. It was only me in the car for a few stops. I was hiding my face with a hoodie. I had my headphones in when he walked in. I looked up and our eyes met. He looked familiar and I quickly looked away. He's probably a fan and followed me. I probably met him at a meet and greet, at least that's what I thought. I felt a presence next to me and looked up to see the green/blue eyes that were so familiar. I took one of my earbuds out. "Hi?" I asked. "Hey. If you don't mind me asking, but where are you from?" He asked. "Let me know your name first." I said still cautious. I paused my music and wrapped the earbuds around my phone and put it in my pocket. "Denzel Weller." He said holding out his hand. "Rose Pitcher." I told him taking his hand. He looked so familiar. His name tried to break through a wall in my memories. I looked around us to see that there was one person left on the train besides us. I took my hood off revealing my turquoise hair. I just got it done and that's what I'm going to my hotel from. "So, where are you from?" He asked me. "We say where we're from at the same time." I told him. He nodded. "1.....2.......3!" I said. "LA." We said at the same time. I looked at him surprised. I took a closer look at him. He looked like he was around the same age as me, 21-22. I studied his features. He had smaller than average ears, an average sized nose, a strong jaw line, short medium brown hair, and then his eyes. I stared into his eyes and saw that they held familiarity.

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