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“My I.D.? Oh, yeah, hold on.” Chelsea made a show of checking her pocket and then her face dropped. Her hand moved to her other pocket. Nothing. Then her back pocket. Again, nothing. Then to the pocket of her jacket before patting herself down once more. “Uh... I think I... forgot it?” She looked up apologetically at the person.

     ⌜♥⌟  College almost always proves to be better than any form of schooling before it, yes? With the fresh independence and freedom to do whatever the hell he wanted, Julius has taken advantage of every opportunity he can to have a good time.

     But he also has school, and projects, and that’s why he sits in his dorm at the moment, eyeing his sketchbook from across the room.

     ⌜♥⌟  He took a lap, okay? To refresh his eyeballs, so he could look back at his designs with a more scrutinizing detail. The designs are only a part of the project itself, but they’re the part that Julius will ever care about. His bored gaze trails over to the other desk in the room, to his roommate, and he sighs dramatically.

     “I thought doing this together would help me focus,” he mumbles, before he pads over to his desk and plops in the seat. “Is denim still in, or was that a terrible fever nightmare I had last night...?”

     He groans, burying his face in his arms. “Allen, I’m wilting.”