~ Cole ~
"Over two-thousand words," Cole exclaimed as he and James exited the lecture hall the next day. "There were references and everything!"
James laughed. "Sounds like this guy really has it in for you."
Cole grumbled, "I don't see what their problem is. It's not like I do it every night."
"No, just on nights you can't sleep or when your brother has got under your skin again."
Cole would have come up with some smart-ass response if not for the blue-haired girl jogging over to them. "James!"
The two boys watched Piper approach. She looked like she'd walked straight out of Rolling Stone with that nose ring and electric blue hair tips. Most students here wore faded jeans and old hoodies to class, looking like they'd drop dead if it weren't for the oversized styrofoam cups of coffee in their hand.
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Miscommunication (boyxboy)
General FictionAdam Grey is a second-year university student, part-time employee at his local garage, severely sleep-deprived and sick of his neighbour's shit. After three months of constantly listening to his neighbour blare dubstep at 2am, Adam enlists the help...