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luna: is that your final excuse for ditching me or do you wanna try again?

luna: you’re kidding right? luna: if you wanted to see me maybe you should show up when we have a date?? luna: just a thought!!

luna: sometimes i wonder how you got past middle school luna: guess i’m gonna have to eat the frosted animal crackers i bought alone then luna: if i die of a sugar shock that’s your fault

luna: ummm where tf are you??? luna: i thought we agreed on study night??

A year had passed since the last time she’d been at a party like this, red solo cups and beer cans filling the tables, the rooms reeking of booze and vomit. Last year, her throat would’ve already been filled with a lump of anxiety upon arrival, but the year of distance had changed her quite a bit. Not that she felt any more comfortable — if it wasn’t for Eric’s little brother, she wouldn’t be here in the first place — but with her classes for the semester being over and the certain burden she’d gotten rid of, this was the most at ease she’d felt in a while. At least that’s what she’d tell herself when she wasn’t lying awake at 2am, the smile she knew so well creeping up on her mind, filling her brain with feelings of regret. Feelings she’d brush aside the next morning, or when she sat down next to Eric in class, at the latest. So here she was, sitting on the cleanest sofa they could find, legs dangling off his lap. Her eyes wandered around the room, wondering if she’d spot a familiar face, though that didn’t seem to be the case. She turned to Eric again, the boredom on her face as clear as day. “You know, this is exactly as boring as I remembered. Maybe we should find something else to do. Pretty sure your brother will be too drunk to remember me, anyway.”

he was in the middle of shotgunning a fourth beer when one of his friends decided to leave for whatever reason matt wasn’t able to catch and  the space left in his absence created a window in which he was able to look through and see her; in the split of a second he looked up and saw someone looking ridiculously like a certain girl  who clouded his mind daily. matt choked as the liquid remained stuck in his throat before it spewed all over his best friend, bradley, whose brows furrowed at the unusual sight. he couldn’t produce any proper reasoning for his actions and simply excused himself from the group, rushing over to the nearest bathroom with a hand clinging tightly to against his abdomen. he paused for a moment thinking it was possible this was yet another cruel trick his mind decided to play on him but one look at the brunette on the couch and matt knew that wasn’t the case. he could recognize her anywhere from the way she sat to the form in which her hair lined her face. it was most definitely her, but who the hell was that guy? a friend or something more? he wasn’t sure that was a question he wanted answered. matt pushed his way to the bathroom and hovered over the toilet; anything he consumed earlier was now emptied out into the bowl.