The real trouble with reality is that there's no background music.

Avery;
Collab with @christi :)))
 
There was a knock at the door and I quickly tried to look semi decent before opening it up.
“Hi.” I said and closed the door once he walked inside.
“What happened?”
“Lily and I got into a big fight…it was so stupid.” I started off, sitting down on the couch. “I wanted to tell her something but then she flipped out over something else.”
“And what did you want to tell her?” He asked, sitting down next to me.
“Well the other day my professor told me that a theatre company wants me to be their costume intern…” I said hesitantly, looking down at my hands.
“Ave that’s great!” He smiled. “When do you start?”
“No, it’s not that great…Carter, it’s in New York and they want me there for like 7 months.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t know if I’m going yet.” I told him. “Are you mad?”
“I don’t really know how I feel about it. You’re not really thinking about this, are you?”
“Well yeah, it’s a really good opportunity. I mean I don’t want to leave Boston at all but I might feel like I’m missing out if I say no.”
“Well it sounds like you already have your mind made up, so what do you need to talk to me for?”
“Carter, don’t be like that. I want us to talk about this and figure it out.”
“What’s there to figure out Ave? You’re going to New York for seven months!”
“I didn’t say I was going! I just want to know if I were to go to New York, would you still want to be together? Or would you just want to date me when I’m in Boston because it’s convenient?”
“Are you breaking up with me?”
“No! That’s what I don’t want to happen, but I feel like that’s what you want if I do go to New York.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair.
“And why do you think that?”
“Because you’re mad at me and you don’t even want to talk about this.”
“Because I don’t want you to go.”
“That’s all I wanted you to tell me, you don’t have to yell at me. I just- I don’t know what to do.”
“Well, neither do I.” He sighed.
“Carter, please don’t be mad.” I said, grabbing his hand. “It’s not like I asked for this to happen, okay? You know that I don’t want anything between us to change.”
“But if you leave for seven months it will change, and you know it.”
“I’m not saying it wouldn’t…I just don’t find the point in fighting if we don’t even know if I’m going yet.”
“Well what did you expect? Did you think I’d come here and beg you to go to New York?”
“Can you just stop?” I snapped, getting angrier. “Nothing is for certain yet, the only thing I know is that I’m probably going to go up there next weekend to see if I like it. Maybe I’ll hate it and then you can stop being mad at me.”
“But what if you don’t hate it?”
“Well I don’t know, I guess we’ll just deal with that if it happens. Maybe they’ll end up being horrible people, maybe not.” I said.
“And if not? What if you love it there, and-” He stopped.
“And what?”
“And decide you don’t want to come back.”
“I would never do that though, that wouldn’t be fair anyone. Even if I did, I would wait until I’ve graduated.”
“Do you really mean that Ave? Or are you just telling me what I want to hear?”
“I’m not lying to you if that’s what you’re implying.”
“I’m just saying that I know how much you want this, and I’m just not really sure about where I sit on the totem pole.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked him.
“What do you think it means.”
“You think I don’t consider you important?” I questioned.
“I just, don’t know.”
“Seriously? Carter, I wanted to talk to you about this because you’re the one person who makes me want to stay in Boston.”
“Wow, you must be like obsessed with me.” He smirked.
“Oh, I’m obsessed with you?” I repeated and smirked back. “Don’t ruin the moment.”
“If you’d prefer, we can always just go back to arguing.”
“Oh yes let’s because that’s really how I like spending my time with you.” I joked.
“It seems like you don’t care what we do, as long as you get to spend time with me.” He winked.
“Well what can I say, you’re just Mr. Fun aren’t you?”
“And sexy.” He reminded me.
“Well we both know already know that for a fact so I didn’t feel the need to repeat it.” I smirked.
“Very true, but I just like hearing it.”
“Well I think that you’re sexy, does that make you feel better?”
“I guess.” He sighed.
“No?” I asked.
“It helps, but now my lips are aching knowing that you’ll be in New York for so long.”
“Well I guess we’re going to have to fix that, aren’t we?” I smirked before leaning in and pressing my lips to his.
“Much better.” He smiled, “But there’s one more thing.”
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“You said that I’m your only reason to stay… What about Lily?”
“Well of course I thought about her too but after our fight we just had, I’m pretty sure she would love it if I went to New York.” I said.
“I’m sure that’s not true.” He told me.
“I’m pretty sure it is. She won’t answer any of my calls and I can assure you she’ll probably stay at Caleb’s tonight.” I sighed.
“What happened?”
“I probably shouldn’t tell you…” I bit my lip but then turned to face him. “Promise to keep a secret?”
“Of course.”
“She told me that she’s dating her professor.” I said hesitantly, waiting for his reaction.
“Wait a minute, dating or sleeping with?”
“Both, I guess.” I shrugged.
“And she told you this?”
“Well she didn’t deny it when I mentioned it.” I said.
“Wow, I wonder if Devin knows.”
“I only found out about it because these stupid girls were bit.ching about it when I was getting us coffee so there’s a possibility she does.” I sighed.
“Weird. So when do you leave for New York?”
“This Friday after class and then I’ll be back on Sunday.” I told him.
“Need a ride to the airport?”
“Would you actually want to do that?” I asked him with a smirk.
“Someone has to.” He winked.
“Well I mean if you don’t want to I could always ask one of your frat friends…” I trailed off.
“Good luck getting one of those assh.oles to do anything for you.” He smirked.
“In that case, I guess you’re stuck with me.” I smirked back
“Just my luck.”
“Are you going to cry when I leave?” I asked with a chuckle
“Not until I get back to the car.”
“Don’t want to cause a scene, right?”
“You know me too well.”
“Or we could be one of those emotional airport couples that annoy everyone.”
“Maybe when you come home. We can run to each other, and I’ll lift you up and twirl you around.”
“Perfect, we’ll bring every Nicholas Sparks book to life.” I smirked.
“Everyone will be so jealous.”
“Aren’t they jealous already?” I asked.
“Probably, but I get that a lot.”
“Oh I’m sure you do, Carter.” I said sarcastically.
“Well I mean it happens a lot when you’re dating the prettiest girl in Boston.” He smirked.
“The prettiest girl in Boston?” I repeated with a smile. “What’s she like?”
“Something tells me that you already know.”
“Maybe I like to be reminded.”
“Jeez Avery, get over yourself.”
“Oh my god you ask for compliments all the time.” I nudged his arm.
“When you look this good, you don’t need to ask.” He nudged me back.
“Then maybe I’m not the one who should get over their self.” I smirked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Uh huh, I’m sure you don’t.” I shook my head.
“Whatever, so what time should I pick you up?”
“Well my flight doesn’t leave until 6 so just come over after your last class and we can hang out before I have to leave.” I smirked.
“Perfect.”

• Rules:
- Choose a band and answer the following questions using ONLY song titles of the band chosen.
- Tag 5 other people

Tagged by; @gianna in this marvelous set http://www.polyvore.com/really_want_to_know_you/set?id=47962680
 
I chose Beach House :)
 
1. Are you a girl or a boy?
Lovelier Girl
 
2. Describe yourself:
Master of None
 
3. What do people feel when they're with you?
Walk in the Park
 
4. Describe your last relationship:
Better Times
 
5. Describe your current relationship:
10 Mile Stereo
 
6. If you could have another life, who would you be?
Zebra
 
7. How do you feel about Love?
Myth
 
8. How's your life?
Wild
 
9. If you had only one wish, what would you ask for?
Home Again
 
10. Say something wise:
Some Things Last a Long Time

Lena;
 
I stared ahead at the large portrait hanging in front of me. It was an older looking man walking his bulldog through Central Park with a coffee in hand. A complete candid, just like the rest of these portraits.
 
“Kind of looks like Mr. Calvin from Calculus.” I heard Nick’s voice behind and could practically hear the smirk along with it.
 
I turned my head around and saw him standing behind me with a smile. “Except for this one looks more like his dog than Mr. Calvin does.” I told him and smiled back.
 
“That is a true statement.” He laughed, standing next to me now.
 
“You’re late.” I said, moving onto the next picture. This one was of an edgy high school girl waiting for the subway, clad in Doc Martens and all.
 
“I know, I’m sorry. I had work.” He told me.
 
I almost snorted. “No you didn’t.”
 
“You’re right, that’s a lie.” He chuckled, looking ahead at the picture. “Now what about you, how’s the life of a banker?”
 
“It’s just marvelous, thank you so much for asking, Nick.” I said sarcastically.
 
“When are you going to quit?” He asked. “You’re obviously not happy.”
 
I shrugged. “When I can get another job, I guess. Why do you care so much?”
 
“I care because it makes you unhappy and I hate to see you like that.”
 
All I could do was nod because I knew it wasn’t just about my job, but about everything that had happened. I narrowed my eyes at the picture in front of us now: a couple. A beautiful woman with long dark hair and a pretty sundress. A man with slightly curled blonde hair and his hand in hers. The most important part of this picture to notice was their smiles. They both had smiles stretching across their whole entire face and genuine ones, not to mention. They looked so happy with each other. Completely content with holding the other’s hand at that moment and that was all. It was what Nick and I were, what we could’ve been. I could tell Nick was looking at the picture too, probably with the same emotions. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in before moving on to the next picture. And as if the photographer of these pictures hadn’t made me miserable before, they definitely did now.
 
I stared back at the bright blue eyes with sorrow. She had long dark eyelashes and the cutest little nose. And her smile, with dimples to match, made me lose it. I blinked as a tear rolled down my cheek and walked away from the picture. I just kept walking and walking, ignoring Nick’s calls behind me, until I was standing out in the street.
 
“Lena!” He called, hurrying out of the gallery and jogging up next to me. “Lena, it’s okay.”
 
“No, Nick, it’s not okay.” I cried. “It’s not okay that I want to start bawling each time I pass by someone with their baby in their hands. Or some picture of a baby even. It’s stupid.”
 
“It’s not stupid.” He shook his head, wiping the tears from my cheeks with his fingers. “It’s the furthest thing from stupid, Lena. It was a really sad thing to happen and it’s completely normal that it would make you feel that way.”
 
“But Nick…” I sighed, closing my eyes to keep from thinking of the moment when I first found out, one of the good memories from it all, but I just couldn’t help it.
 
[Flashback; 2 years ago]
 
A plus sign. Positive. Yes. Not a negative sign. Not a no. So it must not be a negative thing to happen, right? I placed the test on the bathroom counter and leaned my hands on the sink, sighing. Nick wouldn’t be mad…he couldn’t be mad.
 
Maybe he would be mad. Maybe after I told him he would leave me and I would end up a single mom. But I knew he would never do that to me.
 
“Lena?” I heard the front door of our apartment open and then close. Fu.ck.
 
“I need to tell you something.” I said as I walked out of the bathroom and into our small living room.
 
“And what is that?” He asked, smiling as he came over and wrapped his hands around my waist. That smile of his started to fade once he saw the look on my face. “Lena, what is it?”
 
“Nick, I’m pregnant.” I blurted out and couldn’t keep the words from falling out of my mouth. “I just took a test, it’s in the bathroom if you want to see.”
 
“Wow.” Was all he said and sat down on the arm of the chair, looking down at his hands. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling from his face; he didn’t seem angry or excited or anything.
 
“Wow.” He repeated, but this time he looked up at me with a smile.
 
“Are you happy?” I asked, slighting confused as I walked over and stood in front of him.
 
“Aren’t you?” He replied and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.
 
“Well, can we even do this? Don’t you think that it would be stupid to bring a baby into this world even though we wouldn’t be able to take care of it?”
 
“We can do this, Lena, I know we can. My parents can help us out and I know that yours will do what they can. I can get a job so you can keep going with school and we can make this work if you want.”
 
“I do want it…” I said and draped my arms around his neck, smiling. “You sure you’re not mad?”
 
“I would never be mad.” He told me, resting his hand on my cheek before asking me again, “Are you happy?”
 
I bit back a smile and nodded. “Yes.”
 
“Good, me too. This was just a little earlier than expected.” He chuckled.
 
I laughed slightly and nodded. “I know…Nick, I’m going to get moody and I’ll probably yell at you and you’ll have to go get me ice cream or macaroons at one in the morning .”
 
“And I’ll do that for you, Lena.” He chuckled.
 
“I’m gonna get fat too.” I sighed.
 
“I’ll still think you’re cute.” He smirked.
 
“No, I’m going to get really fat. Like you’re going to have to tie my shoes kind of fat.”
 
“I can do that for you too.” He laughed.
 
“You sure?”
 
“I’m absolutely sure, Lena. Don’t worry about anything.” He said and leaned up to kiss me.

Avery;
Collab with my boo boo @emmylou ♥
 
It was a gloomy day here in Boston as I walked into a campus coffee shop at Harvard to get some coffee for me and Lily. We were going to head to lunch and do some shopping today. Stepping up to the counter, I smiled and ordered before walking off to the side to wait for my drink. Two girls, a petite blonde and a taller brunette, stood behind me.
 
"What a fu.cking sl.ut, right?" I heard one scoff behind me and I raised an eyebrow, turning around to see that it was the blonde speaking.
 
Shrugging, I turned back around and waited for the drinks. "I walk in to talk about my essay grade and I could just tell something was going between the two. And of course Professor Sinclair didn't change anything about my grade. I bet that bi.tch Lily Everett has no problem getting A's figuring she's sleeping with him."
 
I narrowed my eyes and whipped my head around with a scowl. "What did you just say?"
 
"I said that Lily Everett is bit.ch who's sleeping with her Professor?" She repeated, giving me a confused look.
 
"Really?" I replied with an evil smile. "How about you never talk about Lily like that again and go fu.ck yourself."
 
She just scoffed and grabbed her drink before heading out with her friend.
 
"Enjoy your latte!" I faked a smile and wiggled my fingers at her.
 
I shook my head and grabbed the drinks from the counter before walking out of the coffee shop and to the student center where I was going to meet Lily. That girl was such a bi.tch...she had to have been lying. Lily would've told me if something like that was going on, right?
 
I sighed and opened up the door, spotting Lily in one of the chairs right away. "Hey." I said, walking up to her with a smile.
 
"Hey, you!" She said brightly. "How are you?"
 
"Pretty good." I sat down across from her and handed her the coffee. "You'll never guess what these girls were talking about earlier."
 
She took a sip and pondered over this. "Hmm... Taylor Swift's new boyfriend," She guessed. Lily and I both shared a guilty pleasure for celebrity magazines. "No, wait! Brangelina. It's totally Brangelina, isn't it?"
 
"Not exactly." I laughed but then looked into her eyes to see her reaction when I said, "They said you were sleeping with your Professor or 'Jude' as I recall from the ferry."
 
Her face fell and her jaw went slack. "What?"
 
"She said she saw you guys in his classroom together when she went to talk to him about her essay grade. She's obviously lying though. Right, Lily?"
 
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Who was this girl, exactly?" She asked, clearing her throat uncomfortably. "Do you remember what she looked like?"
 
"She was blonde, short, and had a brunette friend with her." I said, recalling the two from the coffee shop. It was still puzzling me why Lily wasn't just denying this already though...
 
"You weren't supposed to hear that," She murmured, dropping her head into her hands as her cheeks flushed a dark red of embarrassment. "Nobody was."
 
"What?!" I exclaimed loudly before grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the building until we were outside. "Lily, what are you saying?"
 
"I'm saying that what Lauren said... might have some truth to it," She confessed with a groan, staring at the pavement.
 
"Lily! Oh my god when I said flirt with him, I didn't mean sleep with him!" I told her and rolled my eyes.
 
"Oh, come on, Aves," She said, rolling her eyes too. "You're always telling me to seize the moment and get a boyfriend and now that I've found someone--"
 
"He's your professor, Lily! Why couldn't it be some nice /student/ from Harvard?" I questioned her.
 
"He's a couple of years older than me," She said, waving her hand dismissively. "And by the way, I'm eighteen. I can make these decisions for myself, thank you very much."
 
"I'm not saying you can't..." I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "This is just weird, Lily. I don't like it."
 
She narrowed her eyes at me. "I wasn't asking for your permission, was I?" She snapped, her tone surprising the both of us. "Aves, I don't go around and tell you who to date, okay?"
 
"That's because I'm not dating my professor!" I snapped back, crossing my arms.
 
"Seriously, this is exactly why I didn't tell you," She said, the words spilling out of her mouth. "Because I knew you'd get so judgmental about it, like you always do!"
 
I dropped my jaw in surprise. "When am I ever judgmental about anything?!"
 
"Always. About Addison, about your parents... God, this is so like you. I'm finally happy and you have to parade in here and ruin it with your oh-so high and mighty opinions. You don't even know him!"
 
"That isn't true! Lily, you know the truth about Addison and my parents and you know that all I want is for you to be happy."
 
"Right. Fine. If you really want me to be happy, Avery, stay the fuck out of my business."
 
My eyes dropped sadly and I nodded before adding, "Fine, Lily. I'll stay the fu.ck out of you not having anywhere to stay and all of your problems. Maybe I just won't be your best friend anymore either."
 
I slid my jacket on and hiked my bag up onto my shoulder as I walked away before turning around and saying, "You know, I got an internship the other day. But I guess I was just too 'judgmental' to tell you."
 
I shook my head with a sigh and walked across campus until I reached my car. I hurried inside of it, slamming the door once I was sitting down. Feeling the urge to cry, I put my hands on the steering wheel and leaned my head down. Why did this have to happen? I hated fighting with Lily but usually we got over it quickly. This one though…this one seemed different.
 
I lifted my head back up and searched for my phone in my purse on the seat next to me and when I finally found it I called Carter.
 
Several rings and no pickup later, I sighed disappointingly. Suddenly, I heard him pick up.
 
“Hello?”
 
“Carter, it’s Avery.” I told him, wiping a tear.
 
“Ave, I know.” He chuckled. “I have caller id.”
 
“Right, sorry.” I laughed though it was close to a cry now.
 
“What’s wrong?” He asked, finally realizing it in the tone of my voice.
 
“Can you just come over please? I need to talk to you.”
 
“I’ll be right there.”

Lena;
Collab with German-speaking superstar @christi ♥
 
"Hello?" I answered my phone after fumbling around for it in my purse.

"Lena, it's Emma. This might sound really random, but I didn't know who else to call." She told me and it sounded like she had been crying.

"Don't worry about it, what's wrong?"

"I need to talk to somebody, can you meet me somewhere?" She asked me.

"Of course, where at?"

"I'll text you the address. Thanks."

Less than two minutes later my phone lit up with a text and I grabbed my purse, heading downstairs and outside to catch a cab. Fifteen minutes later it stopped outside a tall apartment building and I stepped out, taking the elevator up to the apartment.
 
"Emma?" I called out, opening up the door.

"In here." She replied and I followed her voice until I was standing in the living room.

"What happened?" I asked, sitting down next to her on the couch.

"Before I tell you, you have to promise not to judge." She cried.

"What did you do?" I asked, more than curious about what she was about to say.

"Just promise."

"Fine, I promise."

She took a deep breath, "Tom's been working a lot lately, so I went to Remy's last night, but only Kat was there.

I guess she was upset about something too, and we started drinking. Well the other day I met this guy named Noah, and we talked then he told me that I should come by the bar he worked at. Well Kat ran out of booze, so I suggested we go to the bar. We got drunk, Kat left, and this morning I woke up and I was at Noah's."

I widened my eyes slightly. "Did you do anything with him, Emma?"

"He said no."

"He said?"

"Yes. I don't exactly remember what happened, but I trust him."

You trust him but you just met him?" I questioned.

"Yes."

"Well do you want to see him again?"

"Umm, about that." She grabbed some hair, looking at the ends.

"Oh God, is he here now?" I looked around, just waiting for this Noah to walk into the room.

"No, but we are going out to lunch in a few days."

"Like on a date?"

"No, not at all. It's just a friend, taking another friend out to lunch to say thank you for not taking advantage of me while I was wasted."

"What about Tom?" I asked her, adjusting myself on the couch.

"What about him? We're just going out to lunch; that's it."

"Alright, whatever you say." I bit back a smirk.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes, "So how's Reid?"

"Reid is just fabulous, thank you for asking." I chuckled. "How's life not working?"

"I have no idea what you mean, being a housewife is very hard work." She smirked.

"I'm sure the lunches with mother are very tiresome." I joked with a laugh.

"Oh please, like I answer the phone when she calls." She laughed.

"You don't like her?"

"It's not that I don't like her, I just don't... care for her. It's like the porn on your husband's laptop; you know it's there, but you just choose not to acknowledge it." She smirked.

I laughed and nodded. "Fair enough. What about your dad?"

"The way I just described my mother, that's what I am to my father. He already had his son, so he didn't need me."

"I doubt that's true, Emma." I said to her sincerely.

"Well then, you haven't met my father." She laughed.

"Well hey, at least you know who he is."

"You don't know who your father is?" She asked.

I shook my head. "I was adopted as soon as I was born. My birth mom was still in high school at the time and apparently my dad wasn't in the picture."

"Have you ever met your birth mother?"

"No, I don't really want to." I shrugged and it was true, I had accepted the fact that I would never know who she is.

"Don't you ever wonder if you have any brothers or sisters, though?" She asked.

I bit my lip. "I guess I never really thought about that..."

"But then again, maybe it's better not to know." She shrugged.

"I kind of pushed it to the back of mind all these years but for some reason I've been thinking about it again."

"Maybe there's a reason." She raised a brow.

"Yeah, I'm still trying to figure that out." I laughed.

"Well when you do, if you need someone to play detective with you I'm there." She winked.

"You'll definitely be the first person I call." I smirked.

"Why thank you. And when I finally leave Tom, you'll be the first person I call to go drink with." She smiled.

"Oh shut up, you don't mean that."

"I know, I was just kidding."

"Do you honestly want to leave Tom though?"

"No." She sighed, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" "

That's what I said. Things have just been so... hard."

"Maybe you should give him an ultimatum," I suggested. "Get it together or you're gone."

"And then do what? Go back to my parents? No thank you."

"You can stay with me." I smirked. "Or hey maybe that 'friend' of yours."

"Maybe, his apartment was sure as hell big enough."

"I thought you said he was a bartender."

"That's what I thought, too. Turns out he owns the place."

"Damn. Free drinks for you then." I smiled.

"Please, like I pay for my own drinks.” She smirked. She checked the time and it was already four in the morning. “Shit, I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“Me neither. I guess you won’t be going back to Tom?” I smirked.

“Not tonight at least. I should probably get some sleep. You can stay here tonight, if you want.”

“Why not, it’s already four.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, you got some crazy shit going on.” I laughed.

“Tell me about it. But thanks for coming over.”

“Any time."

Avery;
 
Yawning, I tried to pay attention to the lecture my costume production professor was giving but was having little luck. Honestly I was ready for this day to be done. All I want to do is go home and sleep.
 
Finally when she wrapped up and let us leave, I gathered up my things and put them in my bag before walking towards the door.
 
“Avery?” She called out from her desk as she put some papers together.
 
“Yes?” I answered, turning around and hiking my bag up my shoulder.
 
“Do you have time to talk for a second?” She asked me and took a seat, gesturing for me to do the same.
 
“Sure.” I muttered with a small smile and walked over, sitting down across from her and dropping my bag on the ground.
 
“I have some great news for you.” She told me excitedly with a bright smile as the last few students shuffled out of the room.
 
I stared back at her blankly, “You do?”
 
“Yes.” She chuckled before continuing, “Kemper Theatre Company has offered you the position of costume design intern for their upcoming original production.”
 
“Kemper Theatre Company?” I repeated in a surprised tone. “They’re one of the biggest theatre companies in New York!”
 
Then it hit me. Kemper Theatre Company was in New York and not Boston.
 
“Exactly.” She smiled proudly.
 
“How did this happen?” I asked, unable to think of anything else to say.
 
“I have some connections with the company and spoke with them about you last month. You’re a very talented girl, Avery, and they would really love it if you went to work with them.”
 
Me in New York. As a Kemper intern. What? I’d always thought I was just sailing by with my classes, nothing extraordinary. I never thought I would get acknowledged like this.
 
“I’m sorry, this is just a lot to take in.” I said, looking down at my hands.
 
“I understand.” She smiled. “You could finish the semester here and you’d be in New York no later than mid-May. I would guess you’d work all summer preparing and you’d need to stay the whole run of the show. You would be gone no more than 7 months or so.”
 
“7 months?” I exclaimed worriedly. Seven months is a long time. What was I going to say to Carter? More importantly, what was I going to do about Carter? And Lily? We’re roommates and she’s my best friend. And all my friends? How I would I take classes during this? Where would I stay? I had so many questions running through my mind I was ready to burst.
 
“Look Avery, I know it would be hard to leave everything behind but this is a really big opportunity you have. I don’t come across many students being offered paid internships in New York.”
 
I nodded, “I understand. Do I have time to think about this?”
 
“Of course. They don’t need an answer for a couple of weeks but a word of advice, I wouldn’t take that long.”
 
“Got it.” I nodded again. “Well thank you so much for everything, I’m sorry for being speechless.”
 
“Don’t be.” She chuckled. “I’ll talk with you soon?”
 
“Definitely.” I smiled and picked up my bag, walking out of the room and into the hallway.

Lena;
 
I was on my way to meet Reid for lunch and I had decided to take the long way through Central Park. It was definitely the nicest day New York had seen all winter and I wasn’t going to waste it inside. Suddenly the sound of a skateboarding stopping next to me and my name being called interrupted my bliss.
 
“Lena.” I heard again and looked to my left to see Nick skateboarding next to me. How surprising.
 
I sighed, looking forward and continuing to walk. “You following me now?”
 
“Of course not,” He smirked at me before saying jokingly, “Fate just brought us together.”
 
“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes.
 
“I had a nice talk with your friend Kat.” He told me casually as I looked over at him.
 
“I heard…She seems to have her mind set that you’ve been genuinely apologetic about what happened.” I replied just as coolly, but with an edge to my voice.
 
“Yeah?” He played along, “What else did she say?”
 
“Something about the biggest regret of your life.” I shrugged.
 
“You’re so immature.” He smirked, giving me an eye roll.
 
“You too.” I snapped back.
 
“How long are you gonna keep on hating me?”
 
My heart dropped just the slightest when he said that. I didn’t hate Nick…I didn’t even hate him when he left.
 
“I don’t hate you,” I sighed and ran a hand through my wavy hair. “I’m not even mad at you anymore.”
 
“Wow.” He said in a surprised tone.
 
“But that doesn’t change anything, Nick. You can’t keep doing this anymore.”
 
“And what exactly is it that I’m doing?”
 
I hesitated, catching a glimpse of him looking at me out of the corner of my eye. “I don’t know.”
 
“See you can’t even say it. And you know why? You’re scared. You’re scared that you’re finally starting to realize how sorry I am, Lena. All I’m trying to do is get us back to how we were.”
 
How we were. Two years ago I would’ve given anything to have things how they were when we were in high school. Doing exactly this; walking through Central Park when the weather was nice. Taking the subway to Coney Island. Doing anything just so we could be together.
 
What I wanted to say was that I knew. I knew how sorry he was and I knew that he still loved me. Part of me was so sick of being mad at him. Sometimes all I wanted to do was just go running back to him. But the other part of me hated myself for feeling like that. Then I would remember Reid and how much he loved me.
 
“I know, Nick. I’m just confused and I don’t know what to think anymore.”
 
“So just hang out with me.” He said suddenly. “There’s that gallery opening next week and do you really think Reid is going to want to go with you to that?”
 
“Well no but I can’t go with y-“
 
“Why not?” He cut off. “We’re friends, Lena. All it would be is friends hanging out. There’s nothing wrong with that. Reid’s probably going to be working anyway.”
 
Damn it. He was right.
 
“Okay.” I blurted out without thinking. Fu.ck Lena, what did you just do?
 
He gave me a satisfied smile. “Perfect.”
 
“Don’t look at me like that.” I shook my head. “It’s just like you said: All it’s going to be is friends hanging out.”
 
“Of course.” He smiled smugly.
 
“And nothing more.” I said through my teeth.

Lena;
 
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As I was walking down the busy streets of New York on route to NYU where I was going to meet Kat and finish up packing my dorm, I overheard none other than Sam, the guy Kat had been telling me about lately.
 
“Yeah I’ll try to be over by eight o’clock, alright?” He said, holding the Blackberry to his hear as he climbed out of the black limousine. “I know. I miss you too. I’m so sorry. Work has been so crazy, you know that.”
 
Who the fu.ck was he talking to?
 
“How was Europe?” He asked, waiting as his driver got out of the car and retrieved his things from the trunk. “I’m glad. I spoke to your father last night and he suggested June at the Plaza. June 16th. Whenever you’d like.”
 
“She’s nobody of importance. An old high school friend that’s visiting in town,” He said, waving his hand dismissively. His assistant, who had rushed over from the lobby of the building, grabbed his things from the driver and the two began to walk towards the entrance.
 
“Erica, your reception is horrible,” He chuckled. “Listen, forget about it. I’ll see you tonight. We’ll talk about it then.”
 
Erica?! Who was Erica?! Unable to think of how to respond to what I had just heard, I hurried off to NYU’s campus until I was standing in my dorm room. I dropped my bag on the floor and thought of Kat. Poor Kat.
 
Growing more impatient for her to get here, I walked up to my window and looked outside. Instantly all my feelings of sympathy towards her turned to anger as I saw her walking across the quad with Nick.
 
Scowling, I shut the blinds closed and turned back to my room.
 
"Hey!" Kat called out with a smile once she reached my dorm, as I gave her a sheepish look as I greeted her back. "Sorry I'm late," She apologized, taking off her coat and setting her things down. "I got lost on the way over here."

"Mhmm," I said, eyeing her as she sat down. "Who was that guy you were with, Kat?"

"Oh," She said uncomfortably. "I met him at Starbucks on the way over here. His name is Nick," She added, as if she was watching for any sort of reaction to the name. "Nick Sullivan. Why? Do you know him?"

"Do I know him? Seriously, Kat?" I demanded, an edge to my voice as I grabbed some clothes from my closet and stuffed them into my bag.

"Well, it's not like you told me about him or anything," She said honestly, immediately going on the defensive. "I had to hear it from him, you know. But he seemed very nice and very apologetic, Len." She emphasized the word "apologetic" before clearing her throat.

"He seemed nice and apologetic? Kat, you don't know anything about what happened!" I said angrily, grabbing things from my bedside table now.

"Hey, hold on! Calm down," She said quickly, taken aback by my reaction. "I'm not taking sides, I promise. I'm just saying that he seemed really genuine in saying that 'losing you was the biggest regret of his life.'"

I prayed that she would just stop. "You don't know what you're talking about, so just stop."

She was skating on thin ice now as she said, "Maybe I don't know the specifics of what happened, Len, but I think I know a little bit about human nature and I think he really does still care for you."

"Oh really? If you know a little about human nature then how can you be so incredibly wrong about Sam?"

"Excuse me?" She choked out, searching for the right words. "What do you mean by that?"

"You think he's so wonderful and great when really he doesn't a shit about you!" I yelled, rolling my eyes and returning to pack up my things.

Her cheeks flushed a bright red as she demanded again, "What the hell do you mean by that?"

"I ran into him this morning when he was on the phone... something about Erica and June 16th at The Plaza? Either way he didn't forget to mention the old high school friend visiting who's nobody of importance." I told her harshly. I really didn’t want to be this hurtful to Kat about this but she was pissing me off.

She looked so confused she was ready to burst. "Did he say that?"

I nodded and looked at the ground, "Yes."

She grabbed her coat and bag and stood up. "I have to go to work soon," She lied, blinking back tears. "I think we should talk when we've both calmed down. Until then, I should probably go."

I was surprised at her lie at first but then quickly nodded and watched as she walked out, closing the door behind her.

Lena;
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Sighing, I placed the steak in the sizzling frying pan, mixing it with the fork in my hand before placing it on the counter next to me. Suddenly I felt someone’s hands wrapping around my waist and I jumped, throwing my hands up.
 
“What the fu- Jesus, Reid you scared the sh.it out of me.” I let out a relieved breath and laughed slightly.
 
“Sorry.” He smirked, returning his hands around my waist before smiling at me. “You look so cute.”
 
“Thanks.” I smirked back, placing my arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. “How was work?”
 
“Work was work,” He shrugged. “How was class?”
 
“Class was class.” I mocked him, biting my lip.
 
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have some extremely interesting story about your professor or something like that like usual?”
 
“What are you saying?” I glared playfully at him. “You don’t like my stories?”
 
“I never said such a thing.” He shook his head with a laugh.
 
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, I know you love them.”
 
“Of course I love them.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss me.
 
I deepened the kiss, leaning up to him as he toyed with my hair. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, moving his kisses from my mouth to my cheek and down my neck when suddenly I pulled away from him, not being able to take this any longer.
 
“I need to talk to you, Reid.” I told him, avoiding eye contact with him.
 
“Can’t it wait?” He asked, cupping my head with his hands and kissing me again.
 
“No.” I shook my head and pulled away again. “I’m sorry, it’s just- we need to talk about this.”
 
“Alright.” He said with a long sigh. “What is it?”
 
"You remember that guy from the party last week?" I asked him, biting my lip as I did. Calling Nick "that guy" seemed strange to me, like it didn't fit.
 
"Yes." He answered unenthusiastically, leaning against the counter next to me.
 
"And remember when I told you about my ex-boyfriend?"
 
"Mhmm." He nodded .
 
"Well that's him, his name is Nick." I said, slightly relieved that I told him but at the same time I instantly regretted it.
 
"I figured." He sighed and crossed his arms. "Does he still have feelings for you, Lena?" He asked hesitantly, looking me in the eye.
 
I looked down and nodded. "Yes. But I promise you that he doesn't matter to me anymore. I love you, Reid, and no one else."
 
He nodded and then finally smiled. "I know. As long as you say I have nothing to worry about then I have nothing to worry about."
 
"And I promise that you have nothing to worry about, I'm all yours." I smiled back and kissed him softly.
 
"I love you," He kissed me back. "But Lena, you really shouldn't cook anymore."
 
"What, why?"
 
"The steak is burned." He smirked at me.
 
"No it's not, it's fin-" I stopped, looking at the completely browned over piece of meat.
 
"That wasn't my fault." I protested with a pout. "I was distracted."
 
"Of course." He reassured me but I could tell he wasn't serious.
 
I bit my lip and waited for a moment before looking up at him. "Want takeout?"
 
He nodded with a smile. "Let's go."

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