College wasn't for everyone. Or so I had come to find out after I made the biggest choice of my life. Well when we all made our choices. I was curious about what this fall would bring other than homework. Maybe adventure? Happiness? Or sheer pressur...
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After the sauna I walked upstairs to see James had gone into the hot tub to mingle. I debated whether to stay or to go but I was lethargic and decided to take a nap. I overslept and woke up to a knock in the door.
"Wright?" James' voice asked.
What was he doing here? I tried to get myself together but knew it was no use and ran over to the door. Should I open it?
"Yes?"
"Open up."
"I'm not.. Um... I just woke up and..." I tried to explain to him but he opened the door anyway and although I was ready to feel embarrassed he had his eyes closed so I just chuckled. "Hi James."
"Wait you were sleeping?" He asked confused with his eyes closed but still closed the door behind him.
"Yes. Why?" I backed off watching him.
"Oh, I thought maybe you were... hm," he stopped talking and I remembered I had slept with the lipstick on.
"Oh God," I said out loud and ran to the bathroom.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"Don't open your eyes!"
"Why not?! Something happened?" He asked worried.
"Yes a massacre the size of Friday the 13th on my face." I tried to wipe it off.
"What?" He asked confused following me with his eyes closed.
"I slept with my lipstick on and now I look like a clown," I kept wiping it ferociously.
"Seriously?" He said and then he was behind me by the bathroom mirror. "Girls."
"No I told you to keep your eyes closed."
"Just because of the lipstick?"
"Yes, don't look at me," I tried to put my hands over his eyes but he took it away. "Don't."
"I have a sister, do you really think this is the first time I would've a girl looking like she had a fight with a bear and lost?"
"Wow thanks," I went from trying to hide to rolling my eyes at him.
"It's really not that bad."
"He said it with a smile," I looked him dead pan in the eyes and he put both his hands on my face to take a good look at the mess then he began wiping away with his thumb one of my cheeks. "Go ahead laugh. I know I look like a clown."
"I think a clown has better precision than this," he mocked me.
"Ah!" I smacked his chest. "You're really not helping."
"No, no, wait, I was joking, well kind of. It's a fact. You can't be mad at a fact. Can you?" He asked and I just contained my smile.
