what happens in college

(Yeah, well she did stuff to a lot of other people.)

Brea: "Why do I have to go to your house for you to tell me??"

(OoO that's very unfortunate.)

Adam: "I don't want people overhearing."

(Lol, yeah. And then she was wayyy too attached to this site...she begged me to come back, and then shadoe said that rose just might kill herself if she knew none of us really liked her. O.o So I figured some distance from the site might be healthy, anyways)

Brea: "So? We could go somewhere /besides/ your house."

(I'm attached too lollll but I don't, uh, cuss people out...)

Adam: "Where? YOUR house?"

(And you probably wouldn't kill yourself if you were banned o.o which of course, you won't be)

Brea: "NO!" I frowned. "We could go somewhere public."

(hahaha. that's true. I'd just go write more stuff and be more productive, most likely. and yeah, except by my parents x_x.)

Adam: "I don't want to be in public when I talk about this." Mostly because I might end up crying. But I didn't want to say that.

Brea: "Well I'm not going to your house anytime soon." I stood up. "I have to get going."

Adam: "Alright. See you tomorrow."

Brea: "I don't work tomorrow."

Adam: "Fine. Would you like to meet up at the park or something?"

Brea: "Mmm I don't know."

Adam: "It's a public place, but quiet enough for us to talk about...things."

Brea: I shrugged. "Still. Don't know if I want to."

Adam: "So you don't want me to talk about my parents?"

Brea: "Well...I guess I do..."

Adam: "Well, then if you want to, I'll meet you at the park tomorrow."

Brea: "Fine.../if/ I want to, what time should I be there?"

Adam: "Whenever. I'll be there all day taking some more surveys."

Brea: "Of hot girls?" I rolled my eyes. "Okay...I /might/ show up."

Adam: "No!" I laughed. "Of hot dudes, duh. And alright, sounds good."

Brea: I cracked an amused smile. "Bye." Then I left.

(skip to sunday.)

Adam: I sat on the park bench and tried to sketch a tree, but it wasn't working out too well.

Brea: I went back and forth on whether I should meet Adam, and finally decided I should. So I walked to the park and spotted him. "You got lucky, I came."

Adam: I jumped slightly. "Oh. Hey, Brea. You came." I grinned. "Having a nice day?"

Brea: Better now. "Yeah, I guess."