Mystery Girl, she's charming. Smart, hard working. Good person. I know my main crowd is really the frat boys, but I've always been something deeper. If you look at Greg and Danny, they really aren't parters either. That's why we're friends. Frat guys just want two things, beer and pussy. I wanted someone to feel more with. Sure drinking and sex is gray but what happened to a partner. Someone to want to come home to. I grossed myself out with that thought, how mushy.

Class was boring like normal. You take notes and listen to lecturing like your in trouble for wanting knowledge. Mrs. Matter assigned us a mini writing project. I was intrigued. Immediately, I started scribbling down ideas to write about.

Mystery Girl: If you could be any animal what would you be and why?

Me: Um....Shark because they are cool and no one messes with them.

Mystery Girl: My God that was a horrible answer.

Me: LOL! Okay, what about you?

Mystery Girl: I'd be a swan. They are beautiful and graceful. Impressive too. They also are often forgotten about, and so am I.

Me: I find that hard to believe.

Mystery Girl: Thats because you don't know me.

Me: I know you just fine.

Me: You like breakfast any time of day, waffles especially. You're an artist. Strong minded. Good heart.

Mystery Girl: You don't even know my name.

Me: Don't need to.

Me: But if I had to guess, I'd say Beatrice.

Mystery Girl: EW! LOL NO!

Me: That illuminates all the Beatrice's I know.

Me: Whats your guess for me.

Mystery Girl: Shawn or Sean?

Me: No, but I like the name.

Mystery Girl: Yeah, me too.

After class I started doing research. Looking up best character discriminations in a book. Rereading some of my favorite books just for the characters build up. I wanted so badly to be a writer. I loved writing mystery novels with love interests. I feel that no story is complete without a love counter part. I guess I feel the same way in real life too. That's why I fell so hard for Mystery Girl, she's supposed to be a love interest in my story. Mrs. Matter's one rule was we couldn't use the phone experiment as a story. Which made scenes, for some of us, it was a story in itself.

For me, I signed up to be apart of something, a weird scenes of change. No it is not the prom scene from Mean Girls, no we are not going to change our social clicks for this one person we have met, but some people change. I wanted to change, to branch out. I liked my friends, I liked parties, and I liked Mystery Girl. Without this experiment, I wouldn't have had a reason to change.

I grabbed a notebook, pen and a good seat at the coffee house. I was purely here to observe and also drink coffee but mostly to watch. People came and went. I wrote done descriptions as I saw them. Like the women who just walked in. Average, sophisticated, up tight. Short, curled hair, middle aged. New personality notes; impatient, snobby.

I spent a few hours in here until I had sufficiently filled up four pages of my notebook with people. I gathered up my things and dipped out. The air outside was cool. It made me want to drive with the windows down. There was something so pure about cold, night air.

Me: Hello again, remember me?

Mystery Girl: Where have you been ghost rider?

Me: Homework.

Me: Well, research I guess.

Mystery Girl: Did you get what you need?

Me: I think so, just worried I won't be able to put it together the way I want to.

Mystery Girl: Being afraid to fail is normal.

Mystery Girl: Remember, there is always re-do's until you turn it is. If you ask me, that's a lot of time to fix mistakes.

Me: Thank you, that actually made me feel better.

Mystery Girl: Always at your service

Mystery Girl: Ew, that sound kinky, maybe I'm not.

Me: LOL! I'll take you in any way you come.

Mystery Girl: You seem so sure that you want to get to know me outside of this phone. Why?

Me: For me, I'm not one to socialize. I hate every party I go to. I can't stand most of the people I know. I avoid conversation when I can. I never avoid you though.

Me: Yikes, that just sounds bad all around.

Mystery Girl: No, no. I take that as a very high compliment.

Me: You should, it was meant that way.

My apartment was quiet like normal. Everything laid in the same place it was when I left this morning. That's was always something I looked at when I got home.

When I was a kid, our house was broke into to. They went though everything. At first glance nothing looked wrong or out of place but the more you looked the scarier it got. Everything they went through, the cabinets, drawers and closets; it was left slightly ajar. It was the most unsettling feeling. They weren't angry or in a hurry, they slowly went through our things. It still to this day gives me the chills.

Me: I think I know the answer but I will ask any ways. Can I call you?

Mystery Girl: Thats against the rules, and I'm not a phone call kind of person. Sorry.

Me: I knew the answer, doesn't stop me from trying. You'll talk to me soon.

Me: Do you have any weird habits?

Mystery Girl: What do you mean?

Me: Like every time I come home I check the drawers to make sure they are still closed.

Mystery Girl: Um, why?

Me: When I was a kid my house was broken into, everything was left open just a little. It terrified me. Now I just do it out of habit.

Mystery Girl: I'm so sorry, that's scary. I guess I have a weird habit of eating candy bars with my feet up on the couch. I do it almost every day. My mom always said to enjoy the little things, to take a second to enjoy simplicity.

Me: I like that.

Mystery Girl: My roommate hates it. But she leaves the shower curtain open and I hate that, so we call it a draw.

Me: I HATE it when people leave the shower curtain open.

Mystery Girl: THANK YOU!

Mystery Girl: Is it weird living by yourself?

Me: Sometimes. I'm used to it I guess. It would be nice to have someone around though. Sometimes I just get lonely.

Mystery Girl: It's normal to get lonely, we are social creatures. Even if you avoid people.

Me: Yes, I know. Talking to you makes me feel less lonely.

Mystery Girl: We become more alike every time something new comes to light.

Me: Interesting how that works.

Mystery Girl: Indeed.