Team Aquamarine and the Wildest Dreams

1: Day 1 - Oliver

I didn't expect to be woken up at such an unholy hour on the only Saturday off work I'd had in months. And yet, here I am on the first weekend of spring break, sitting in my bed at 4:30 AM, my glasses on upside down, groggily checking the fifteen, loud, text message notifications that have ruined all my hopes for sleeping in.

Two are from my lab partner in chemistry asking for examples of covalent bonds, and the other thirteen, of course, are from my friend Rory. He has a tendency to overdo everything, whether it be how long he studies for tests or the number of texts he sends.

It might just be the fact that he almost never combines all of his thoughts into one text, because thirteen is barely anything compared to some days (Just imagine me forgetting to turn down my phone in AP calc and having eighty-five, grating "ping" sounds slaughter the beautiful silence for thirty seconds; AKA: four hours-worth of Saturday detention for the both of us). I wonder what's important enough to interrupt my well-deserved rest.

Rory: dUDE IT'S HERE.

Rory: TODAY IS THE DAY!

Rory: wWWWAKE UUUUUPPP OLIVER!

Rory: THIS IS EXCITING STUFF COME ONNNNNNNN!

Rory: COME ON BUD REPLY SO I KNOW YOU'RE AWAKE

Rory: OLIVER

Rory: OLIVERRR

Rory: O L I V E R

Rory:BWAAHHHGGGGJWKEBFUEIFNUBFELIEIUBFNEOIFSUBISOWOBEBOCV

Rory: OLIVER HARRIS TRETZ WAKE THE H E CK UP OR I'M COMING OVER THERE AND POURING COLD WATER ON YOUR FACE

Rory: WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP

Rory: W A K E U P

Rory: OLIVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Oliver: OH MY GOD RORY IT'S 4:30 IN THE MORNING WHAT DO YOU WANT

Rory: FINALLY!

Rory: and wait, you do know what day it is, right?

Oliver: It's April 22nd. Also known as: the ONLY DAY OFF I'VE HAD IN LITERAL MONTHS.

Rory: Well, duh it's the 22nd. But no seriously didn't you get the email?

Oliver: Jesus, Rory, What email? I haven't gotten any for three weeks.

Rory: It's probably in your spam box.

Rory: I guess a ton of people our age around here got it and it's kinda blowing up online.

I turn on my light, sit down at my desk across the room, and open my laptop, the bright light hurting my eyes. I log onto my email and open the spam box. Sure enough, there is a single message. It's subject line is "†#¡$ ¡$ 4 ¥∅Ü" I send a text to Rory again.