My face was stuffed into the pillow, and I grabbed onto whatever was in front of me with a death grip. As my two traitorous roommates pulled my legs, I into my bed sheet, only to pull it off as they yanked me off the bed. My eyes narrowed at them as they forced me to flip over, and I aimed the empty water bottle and marker I had in my hands at their heads. "Give it up, Ana." Sighed Viha exasperatedly. I growled lowly at her but continued glowering at the two of them. "Sit up." Said Krishi softly, like she was afraid I would launch myself at her and strangle her. I glowered at her for a few seconds after which I decided to sit up. Grumbling to myself about how I shouldn't have dismissed the idea of drawing chicken pox marks on my face, I sat up with a lowered head. Viha sighed as she sat on the floor, with Krishi following suit.

"Spit it out." Viha said, getting right to the point. I began tapping my fingers on the ground instead of answering. "Ana." Began Krishi, she continued when I didn't reply, "What's done is done. You've already made the choice. What are you thinking? Tell us, we can help." She made it sound like I had made the wrong choice and that pissed me off, I gritted my teeth but remained silent. "Hey Krishi, don't you have that meeting with your team?" "Oh yeah I do. Ana, is it..." I just nodded. "Ana..." She said again and I realized that she wouldn't leave unless I spoke, "Yeah. It's okay. Go on." I replied, in a colorless voice. She shook her head and went.

When we heard the door close, Viha began her pestering. "Ana. Tell. Me." There was an air of finality when she said it, and honestly I just wanted to let it all out. "I... Don't know if it will work out." I blurted. "Why?" I avoided the question and went with, "Krishi doesn't like it." "It's your life." "Yeah. But..." "Ana..." It sounded like a warning bell. I sighed again and dipped my head further.

It had been a week since that night at the pizza place, I snorted slightly when I remembered myself stammering when he had asked that question. And I clearly remembered his surprised but nervously happy face when I had replied in the affirmative. I wasn't sure if it was a split second decision or something I had totally decided. We had walked back to campus in complete silence, like some sort of barrier was between us, or maybe we were immersed in our own thoughts. When we reached my floor, he walked me to my door and parted with a 'bye!'. I waved back, still kind of dazed. Krishi was asleep, but I could distinctly hear sounds from Viha's room. She was probably listening to music and headbanging, or maybe dancing around. Smiling, I walked towards my room, except I changed my mind suddenly and went into Viha's instead.

Viha had had one leg up, trying to do some sort of extremely awkward and funny pirouette. Usually, I would burst out laughing and probably attempt to take a quick picture, but I didn't that day. I just sat down next to the door. After a few seconds, I felt someone slide down the wall next to me, "What happened? Fought or something?" I shook my head, "He... Asked me out." I murmured. "WHAT?" She yelped, looking at me wildly, "What did you say?" Before I could reply, Krishi walked in, "Why are you yelling in the middle of the night?" Both of us looked up at her, "It's 10 p.m." We chorused. She sat down in front of us, "Whatever. What happened? Did someone die?" Viha leaned forward excitedly, "Aryan asked her out." Krishi's droopy eyelids shot right up as she stared at me like she was looking at me properly for the first time in her life. I reared back, probably looking a bit frightened. "You said no, right?" She asked. Viha scrunched up her face, "Why would she say no? Wait. Ana, DO NOT tell me you said no. I swear I will clobber you to death if you do." I had snorted and then shaken my head. Viha launched herself onto me and gave me a bruising bear-hug. "But..." Began Krishi, and we looked up at her, with huge grins on our faces. She trailed off, shaking her head and smiling tightly. "What?" I had asked her, but she merely said, "No, it's nothing. I was just surprised. Congrats. We'll continue this in the morning? I'm tired." And she went back to the living room. I had looked at Viha, my grin fading slightly, but Viha had merely grinned like a mad woman and hugged me again. I remember feeling better, it was as though her hug could cure anything.

I had to endure her taunts whenever Aryan would talk to me or look towards me, and I did, mainly because... Well, I honestly liked it. It went something like, "Oooh Ana. Looooook." With an elbow to the stomach. I tried walking the other way sometimes, whenever I saw Aryan coming by, but Viha would always realize and drag me back, embarrassing me further by yelling, "Why are you running away from him?" So that the entire world could hear. I would always distinctly hear Aryan's laugh whenever that happened.

Our presentation went awesome, our adviser was happy, the team was happy, and so was I. Until he asked whether I would like to go on a date.

It went something like, "Hey Ana!" I supposed I hadn't gotten used to it, so I panicked and began walking away faster. I wasn't even sure why I did that. He caught up, "Did I scare you?" He asked nervously. "Oh hey! No no. I was just in a hurry." "Right. Okay." He murmured. I took that as an end-of-conversation sign and was about to begin walking away when he put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face him. "Why are you acting so awkward?" I blinked. That was a very good question. I shrugged. He smiled slightly and shook his head, "Pizza again? Tomorrow night? A sort of celebration and date." He raised his eyebrows questioningly. I dipped my head and raised it back up, a sort of exaggerated nod. "Okaaaay." He said slowly, about to say more, except he was interrupted by Krishi. She dragged me away for some reason, or rather for no reason. Maybe she realized how badly I was embarrassing myself.

It was now 7 p.m on date night, and I had to leave by 8 p.m.

"Well?" Asked Viha, "Explain what's going on in your mind. Why won't it work? You like him, he likes you. What is bothering you?" "He has green eyes." I murmured distractedly. "Ana." She said, and I looked up at her. I wasn't crying, not yet at least, but I just felt helpless. Or bad. Or guilty. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, gearing up to tell the truth, "I'm scared."

But it wasn't the entire truth.

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