Twin #1: That's a tradition, so we're in.In the next couple of minutes, we all express our agreement by liking William's text, confirming our commitment to engage in train hopping on the outskirts of town. This Thanksgiving tradition involves us perching on the rooftop, our legs dangling, as we share a bottle of the same drink that has symbolized our enduring friendship over the years: good old Jim Beam Bourbon Whiskey.SuSpence: It's my turn to bring the bottle this time, so I'll make sure to get the 1.75 L one. It should be enough for the entire trip around town.We all like Samuel's message as well and then exchange goodnight wishes before ending the chat. After responding to my other texts, I focus on Max's last message. He had replied to my "landed" text a couple of hours ago, so I decide to check in and see if he's still awake, sticking to our promise of a morning text and a nightly call from earlier in the day.Me: Are you still awake?Instead of a text response, my phone imme
The most enjoyable aspect of waking up in the morning remains an enigma to me."Hey! You should express gratitude for being able to start a new day," Buffy swiftly counters."Yeah, I'd certainly be more 'thankful' if Alex hadn't 'forgotten' to close the blinds again. I'll have my revenge," I mutter.I push the covers aside to find a comfortable position, and that's when my phone chimes twice, indicating two new messages. Rubbing my eyes with my right hand, I reach for my phone on the nightstand with my left hand. With one eye half-open, I don't mind waking up to something like this:Message: Just thought I'd share how my day's been so far:9:10 a.m. - Woke up with a smile because I dreamt of you calling my name.9:35 a.m. - Took a shower while thinking of you, moaning my name.10:00 a.m. - Had breakfast with Riley at a local diner.10:42 a.m. - Returned home, while Riley hung out with friends, I joined a soccer pickup game.11:56 a.m. - Started writing this message for you.11:59 a.m.
After sharing another round of laughter, we all position ourselves near the roof's edge, letting our legs dangle. Samuel reaches into his backpack, retrieving the Jim Beam bottle along with some snacks we purchased at a local grocery store. This store, conveniently situated at the corner of mine and Avery's street, is the only one we know of that remains open year-round. For the remainder of the train journey, we engage in discussions about current events in our lives, reminiscing about old memories while creating new ones. We capture pictures and record videos, laugh, and sing together, all while polishing off the bottle before reaching our final destination.And no, there were no more threats of us plunging to our demise that night, in case any of you were concerned."Goodnight, bro."
Avery and I are currently waiting at baggage claim for our luggage to come out, so I've taken the time to post the birthday photos of William and Henry from last night on Instagram. The celebration was quite wild, to say the least.We engaged in bar hopping downtown and became so intoxicated that we ended up staying at the nearest hotel, with all seven of us sharing a single room. Needless to say, we didn't fall asleep until eight in the morning. I'm quite certain I had a tipsy conversation with Max at some point, though I can't recall many details.You know he's never going to let you live that down, right?Yeah, what else is new?Speaking of Max...Subjec
The 'honeymoon phase' in Max and my relationship didn't last very long. Instead, we swiftly transitioned into the 'you annoy the heck out of me, but I'm not going anywhere because you're still the only one willing to date my quirky self' phase. The first two weeks were filled with affectionate moments, but it soon became apparent that it was merely us adjusting to each other in a new way.But did I mind? Absolutely not! In fact, I cherished every moment because it added authenticity and depth to our connection. I'd give anything to have things back to how they were with Max, to have what we shared back then, before fate decided to intervene.What Max and I had was genuine in every sense of the word, but it just wasn't meant to be....
Max releases our intertwined fingers for the first time since we re-entered the club and guides my hands to encircle his neck. With a hand on my waist, he pulls me close to his chest. A brief kiss lands on my lips before he positions himself between my legs, and we start moving in sync, grinding against each other. Laughter escapes me when Max playfully mouths the lyrics of Nelly's "Hot in Herre" to me, moving sensually to the rhythm of the 2002 hit. He eventually stops, synchronized with the song's end, adjusting our rhythm to the next track.A few songs later, I notice Max occasionally getting distracted, trying to discreetly focus on something behind me. The last time he exudes this mischievous vibe, he hits me with his signature smirk-and-wink combo, signaling he's about to do something.However, before I can inquire further, his
"Why bother having an open-book final when it's almost impossible to write three decent five-page essays in just an hour and twenty minutes?" Avery sighs, frustrated. She asks to see the lecture notes I took on 'Shakespeare's Sonnets and Sexuality,' the same ones she missed during a mandatory rehearsal. I hand over the notes to her, annoyed that Professor Wright scheduled the final exam on the last day before winter break."You've got a point there," I reply. "I bet he's doing it so that if we all fail, he can still justify it by saying he allowed us to use our notes." Avery nods as she flips through the notes to jot down the essential details in her own notebook.Avery and I, like all the other students at UP, have back-to-back final exams throughout the week, and it's only Tuesday. I had my Media Criticism final yesterday and submi
After our meal at the Courtyard Café, Avery went to her rehearsal, and Kalix and I returned to the Learning Commons to continue studying. Avery has been working hard on the winter showcase, which is only three nights away, right before our month-long winter break. I'm really excited for her."I'll be here studying either way," I tell Kalix, my eyes fixed on my Shakespeare notes. "So, whether he shows up or responds to my text after four hours, I'll be here for a while."Kalix leans against the nearby table and says something to me, but I'm so immersed in studying Shakespeare's history and sonnets that I don't hear him clearly this time.Kalix raises his voice, calling my name, "Isabella.""Hm?" I mumble, stil