Sparks Beneath the Surface.

ＯＮＥ- The Rush.

"Dani, come on, you have to be going to Tim's party! When do you ever go out? I'll answer that, never!" Andrea, my best friend since birth asks me as we walk through the door of our dorm. Our moms were best friends in high school, went to the same college, and got married around the same time. They figured their kids should be just as close as they were. They even co-ordinated and planned together on when to get pregnant so our birthdays would be close together. And honestly? I'm so thankful they did. She's practically my soul sister, and I've never met another soul who completes me as much as she does.

"Um, okay, I do go out, and you're very well aware of that fact, stop trying to paint me to be some social recluse. I just don't wanna party with Tim and all his sweaty, meathead, varsity jock frat boyfriends. I mean, their fraternity has thrown just about 20 parties this semester alone. We're only in week 6!" I argue with her and she rolls her eyes whilst opening a bag of chips.

"That's what's so fun about them! They always, always, always keep the party going! And girl, you were a social recluse all our years in high school, the transition from in her shell and always quiet Dani to 'let's get drunk and dance in the streets!' Dani was a long, and excruciatingly painful one!" She says as she munches on her chips.

"Ah- painful for you or for me?"

"Me, obvi! I had to watch you go through all your phases as a bystander." She giggles, now it's my turn to roll my eyes.

"Well, I know myself fully now, and I have no intention of going to a frat boy party when I literally went out for drinks with you two days ago and got black-out drunk."

"Dani, that is so different! I'm your best friend, this party is being held by one of our friends who we don't party with often!" Andrea scoffs.

"That is a bold-faced fucking lie! Oh my God, half of his parties, we were definitely there!" I laugh.

"Mhm, and half of that half we actually had fun at, the other half we went home because you weren't 'vibing.'"

"Hey, my vibes are always right because every single time we left before the party was officially considered over, there'd always be stories the next day of how some group of assholes got into a fight on the lawn," I argue back as I take off my shoes and slip into my house slippers.

"Yeah! We could've been there to witness those terrible and drunken fights and laughed at how dumb they were!"

"Please don't fool yourself, that sounds so unappealing and you know it. Why would we go and do that when we could stay in and watch cheesy romance movies curled up by the fire eating popcorn?" I ask her, waving the bag of premade popcorn in my hand.

Andrea's head goes back and she lets out a loud and very dramatic groan. "Fiiiine, fine. We can stay in tonight," I begin to squeal but then she continues speaking, "but there's no need for us to boil. You keep the thermostat in here up so high I'm practically sweating buckets already! Are you sure you don't have like.. chronic hypothermia?"

I snort. "Chronic hypothermia?"

"Yes!"

"I don't think that's a real thing, 'Drea."

"Okay, well then how would you explain your condition?" She scoffs whilst opening her laptop.

I shrug. "Maybe it's cause I'm just.. too hot for you to handle." I smirk coyly and we both begin to laugh.

I move over to where she's seated on my bed and open the bag of popcorn. We start watching 'Yes Man' when we hear loud hooting throughout the halls, disrupting our movie. I groan and get up, grabbing my 'studying, please be quiet when passing by' sign to hang on my door.