7up and 7down part 1

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This is already the fifth chapter! I'm excited, because it's getting closer to the real action, and by that I mean some drama, but also some chemistry (wink). I will separate the party into two parts. So the second part is still yet to come, and hopefully I'll be able to post it tomorrow. 

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Chapter 5 – 7up and 7down part 1

 It is seven thirty and I’m turning the key in the key hole. The door clicks open, and I’m the first one to enter our room.

I step on a flyer, and stop because I hear the noise of paper being crumpled. Anton pushes me forward and to regain balance I have to move further into the room.

“Wow, we have a secret admirer,” Anton jokes, and he doesn’t know that this sentence brings back memories: like how my best friend acted like a douche, and lied and pretended, and how I didn’t get the girl after all.

He picks the blue paper up and stares at it, trying to make sense of what is written on there. I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for Anton to say something.

“Someone has a house near here,” he states, raising his voice just a bit at the end of the sentence, making it sound like a question, and I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to say.

“Is that a problem?” I ask, thinking it’s a good thing there will be no parties on campus. If it’s a private party, all should be good, shouldn’t it?

“No, it’s not. It’s kind of perfect, actually,” he shakes his head and scratches his neck. “I just didn’t know that someone lived here. I assumed it was just the college, and the campus.” He hands me the flyer and hops onto my bed. He rests his head on his hand and looks at me.

“It starts kind of early, don’t you think?” I place the flyer on the bed and glance at Anton, who has a dreamy look on his face.

“Hm?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. “Maybe it’s a sophisticated party where people drink champagne and play chess?” I roll my eyes at him.

“We should probably go to the library and lend a book, then,” I reply, annoyed. “You did want to read in the dark.” He wants to push me off the bed with his feet, but when he doesn’t succeed, he sits up and uses his hands to shove me. I stand up before he can do that.

“Don’t you dare question my sophistication!” he yells and pouts his lips, gesturing with his hands like a crazy person. “I’m totally sane,” he adds and can’t help but chuckle. He calms down, stares at the ceiling and occasionally lets out a snort of laughter.

“So, what can one do with 2 hours that separate us from a party?” I ask moving towards the window. I place my hands on the window sill and look outside. The view is of the campus, which is perfect when you have nothing else to do but watch strangers study or have a picnic or lay on the ground – watching strangers having a life.

Two hours? Do you really want me to answer that?” Anton reacts, waving his hands in the air. “He asks what is there to do with two hours,” he mumbles to himself. “Two hours is a fucking lifetime.”

“I mean with these particular two hours,” I say and turn around, leaning against the window. I look down at Anton, who is refusing to answer, still gesturing with his hands. “We can’t exactly rob a bank; a) because we don’t have the skills-“

“Speak for yourself,” he interrupts.

“-and b) because there isn’t a bank near here,” I finish my thought and wait for him to add anything.

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