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Chapter one: the beginning

"Marcus, can you at least try and concentrate on what I'm trying to tell you?" I say letting out a little giggle, the pen in my hand tapping against my leg.
"I'm sorry, Stalin is just not my preferred subject to be talking about," he puts his notebook down, not that he was even using it, and places his hand on my thigh "you however, I find completely mesmerising."
I drop the pen and reach for his cheek, the smoothness of his skin comes into contact with my hand and I place a gentle kiss onto his lips.
"As I find you."
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Four years later
I turn away from the computer desk with relief, my final assignment for high school, was sent. I stand up from the black leather chair that I seem to have spend all my time on, and stretch. After sitting in the same spot, for four hours (continuously) everyday for the past month and a half, I abruptly decide that it's time to ditch the chair and buy something more comfortable. Perhaps a beanbag.
I grin to myself at the thought of me sitting on a beanbag doing my college assignments, yet after sitting on that damn chair for that seemingly never ending period of time, I'd rather sit on the floor than that chair again.
I walk to my bed and starfish on it. I think about all the sleep-ins I can have as high school and all exams have officially ended so no need for that annoying 5:00AM wake up. A picture on my memory board catches my eye; Marcus and I kissing. My heart aches but I push it away and call myself stupid. I have no idea why it's still up.
I hear the familiar ding of my iPhone, telling me that I've received a message. Saved by the bell I guess.

Aaron: Girl, guess who has a date with a very cute guy on Friday and has no idea what to wear?
I smile to myself, Aaron is my best friend and has been for the past twelve years of my life. Seeing him talk so freely(or text I guess) about his love life after everything is amazing. If only he wasn't such a man-whore at times.
Camilla:finally! I was just waiting for that sweet thang to ask you out. And no clothes? Seriously Ron, you have more clothes than me and my younger sister. Combined.
Aaron: that defies the point. I have no clothes specifically for a date with a cute guy. My clothes say in chic and in style, but not 'I want you to bang me'
Aaron: actually I do but let's say they are not to be worn in a public setting
Camilla: do you know what? I don't even want to know. Pick me up to go shopping in thirty?
Camilla: and KNOCK this time, I walk around naked
Aaron: I know, still scarred from last time. Thirty.

I throw the phone onto my bed and sigh. Shopping was something that I was definitely not interested in. Unlike Ashely Santrago who spends almost every waking moment in the mall. I walk into the bathroom with Ashley still on my mind, she's a very sweet girl and is actually really interesting to talk to; but by god she is materialistic.
The water from the faucet runs steadily as I wash my face and brush my teeth. My skin is pale from not coming in contact with the sun for a while, which is a complete bummer as I was pretty proud of my tan but of course, homework called and the outside world did not. Two boxes lie by my bedroom door. I don't even have an excuse for not unpacking them. I've lived in this house for six years, I just kept the boxes and kept putting clutter in them throughout the years. So I guess that technically means they are unpacked just, re-packed with different things. I go to my wardrobe and pick out my stale outfit. Skinny blue jeans, over the knee black heeled boots, a spaghetti strapped black top and a think grey cardigan. The boots are a necessity. Especially to someone who is barely 5'2. I grab my phone and realise I only have ten minutes until Aaron arrives so I put on some mascara, concealer and red lipstick; another staple of mine. I place my purse, keys and phone into an old over the shoulder back and go downstairs, just as Aaron waltzes in my house. 'My' being debatable as after twelve years of knowing each other, he's treated both my old house and not so new house as his own and vice versa.

"Hey Cam, ready to shop?" Aaron almost yells over to me. I wince
"You're literally two steps away from me, shut up. And nope, never ready for shopping, especially with a drama king like you, but let's go."