Real-life conversation from earlier this week:

Someone: "hah ur books prolly get no reads loll"
Me: "yOu thOuGht"

Just kidding, that never happened. I don't leave the house often enough to have conversations with human beings.

NEW COVER, WHO DIS?

do y'all like itttttttttttt?

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p r e v i o u s l y:

"Well, I should probably be going... I have a poetry class in a half hour." Peggy stood up, grabbing her bag.

"Really?" Maria jumped up. "Is it with some guy named Washington?"

"Uh, yeah, why?" Peggy asked.

"I'm in that class! Your sisters told me that I wouldn't know anyone, this is awesome!"

Peggy was confused as to why Maria was so excited to have a class with her, as no one typically chose her over her sisters.

She gave a weak smile and gave in when Maria linked their arms and pulled her out of the cafe.

"This is so great! We can meet at the cafe whenever we have class and then walk together!" As Maria rambled on, Peggy focused more on her voice than her words, but still nodded occasionally.

Maybe this year wouldn't be too bad.

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Peggy's POV:

If I had to describe Maria with one word, I would easily be able to say energetic. And not just, like, super happy or something, which she was, but it was more than that. Aaron, her boyfriend, was a very lucky guy.

When I say energetic, I mean excited, joyful, and loud, all at the same time. What could have been a ten-minute walk back to our poetry class ended up taking twenty-three minutes, all because of Maria; she played her music out loud, on full volume, and since she knew all the words and dance moves if there were any, she was not afraid to start singing at the top of her lungs or to begin jumping up and down randomly.

I had to unlock her phone often to skip a song when she got too excited; it just got her too distracted.

"And don't stop! 'Cause you know that I like it..."

I've realized that the only way to distract her from becoming more distracted was to ask her about each song and artist. "Hey, Maria? Who sings this?"

Luckily, it worked. She paused the song and began to rant, her words taking over the beat of the song lyrics. "Oh my gosh, you've never heard it? It's called Don't Stop, and it's by this band called Five Seconds of Summer. Dude, they're so good! And the lead singer, Luke Hemmings is, like, super hot."

She continued a bit after that, but I didn't pay attention. Instead, I listened to her voice caress the words she said, I looked at the way her arms moved and how her eyes lit up as she discussed the other members of the boy band and exactly what they did. And soon enough, we had arrived back to the campus.

Maria Reynolds was nothing short of exhilarating. Just hanging around with her, watching her jump around with endless energy, made me happy. 

It was hopefully the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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"Okay," Maria began after class. "That Washington dude is so chill. Like, chiller than Kanye." 

I didn't understand her reference, but, no matter who Kanye was, she was probably right. Washington had outright told them to call him G-Wash, Washington, or even Washy, just not his first name, George.

"Yeah, I guess he's okay."

Maria was still in her excited puppy mood; she had been for the entire class. While I was trying to actually pay attention to Washinton's lecture and course review, she was kicking my leg and whispering things to catch my eyes, but when that didn't work, she resorted to throwing crumpled up pieces of paper at my head.

It was nice, though, I have to admit. Not the light nudges made by the paper as she hit me, but her sitting next to me. She had other friends in the class too, everywhere really, but she chose to sit next to me. Me, the loner girl, who she only knew because I'm her friend's sister.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I interrupted whatever Maria was ranting about this time with my serious question, not looking up from the ground as we walked slowly.

"What do you mean?" Her puppy mood was gone, now replaced by a more serious dog. Maybe pitbull.

"I mean, like, you've hung out with me... Willingly, all of today? And, uh, people don't usually do that with me? Especially not people as cool as you."

"Well, that's because you're cool too, Peg. Maybe cooler than Eliza..." 

I knew she was joking, but it still felt nice to be told that.

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"Oh, girl, nuh-uh! You are not allowed to cry! Hearts don't break around here."

We were 'chilling', as Maria put it, in her dorm room. I found out that she roomed with a boy, a boy who's not her boyfriend, which is a little confusing, but I'm not questioning it. She offered me wine, I denied, so then we sat down to talk.

Although, talking with Maria never lasted very long. I was coming to realize this as she slid the DVD of Titanic into her player. All I had said was, "oh, is that movie good?" and that's all it took for her to figure out that I'd never seen it.

"But, but... But, like... Maria!" I whined. "Jack could've easily fit on that! Why the heck did Rose not scoot the eff over!?!" Not only was I sexually frustrated because of young Leo- now I'm emotionally annoyed. 

"Did you just say eff?" Maria mused, obviously amused. 

"Yes! I don't swear, okay? How are you not crying too?!?"

"Sweetie, I've seen this movie over fifty times. I'm, like, immune to crying. I'm not immune to Leonardo DiCaprio, though." Maria jokingly fanned herself before being shocked out of her joking state by the constant buzz of her phone.

"Ah, shit. Sorry, it's A-a-ron, I haven't called him in a while, he might be worried." I waved her off and she smiled apologetically. We were having a, what did she call it? Ah, a girl's night. After our class, we went to Target for snacks and movies, before going back to her dorm. Her roommate, who's name was Alex, was out somewhere, so we had the room to ourselves.

Maria had told me to make myself comfortable, so I decided to take a look around her dorm. She had taken her phone outside, probably so she could have some privacy while talking with her boyfriend.

I strolled around for a while, glancing into Maria's bedroom before backing away and deciding to use the toilet. I opened the door to the washroom and grimace at my face in the mirror, looking away quickly.

It's then that I noticed the other door leading off from the washroom, the one that I hadn't just come through. My need for the toilet vanished as I took a few more steps to get me to the door.

This must be her roommate's room, maybe there's some proof in there to show who he is. Maria had refused to tell me his name, for privacy reasons, possibly?

I took the last step and placed my hand on the handle of the door, not quite sure of what I was doing.

Turning the handle decisively, I walked into his room. The curtains were open, the bed was made, and the floor was cleaned. It looked to me like no one had used the room within the past few days. Or maybe the boy was just super neat.

I sat on his floor when I noticed the book lying on his bed, Thirteen Reasons Why. I grabbed it and read the back cover before running my hands through my hair and lying back on the floor, the book on my chest.

Moving my head slightly, I spotted something even more exciting underneath his bed- a box. I pulled it out and slid the top off, grabbing the first piece of paper that fell out.

My Dearest, Laurens,

I cannot put it into comprehensible words how much I wish I could kiss you like Lafayette kisses Hercules. I wish I could grab your hand like all the strong boys do with girls in the romance movies, I wish I could be your Prince Charming. I mean, obviously, you'd be Cinderella. I can't even place the exact time I realized I was falling for you; all I know is I was fine one day, and the next, I was tumbling into the hole I'm stuck in. That's a bad metaphor, see, I told you it wouldn't be comprehensible. I'm not sure if I should send these, but I got the idea from a book, you see, to write these letters whenever I felt like I wanted to kiss the heck out of you.

So, yeah.

I like you.

A lot.

-Alexander

All of a sudden, I hear an unmistakable male voice from behind me, making me drop the box of letters. "Who the fuck are you, and why are you holding that box?"

"Uh..." I don't turn around. "Could I borrow this book?"

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a/n

I sorta have a plan for this book now?? woot woot.

Anyways, if any of you guys have ever read the book Fangirl, I'm doing the thing Cath and Nick did, where Cath writes a paragraph and then Nick writes, so on and so forth. I'm doing it with a guy in the grade below me, and we're doing it page by page. It's super fun so far. Maybe I'll publish that story on here once we finish it.

:) I'm :) sorry :) for :) not :) updating :) I :) suck :)

ED SHEERAN'S NEW ALBUM IS SO GOOD????? i hope yalls caught my reference in there;)

okay ima go work on editing and writing and such, love you guys so much (thanks for 17K)

xoxo, gossip girl