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My files have FINALLY been recovered on my computer so I can finally work on writing a new entry to be released as soon as possible. I also am planning to write another blog similar to this which I will include the link to in the about me. I hope you all are well and ready to read more of two college girls! :D
2 College Girls
They say when you're young the world is your oyster. Alexis and Chelsea have the entire world at their feet...just with nothing to do with it. Posts every Friday! Check out my other (personal) blog: http://findingmyownvoice7.blogspot.com Disclaimer: The events in this blog are highly fictional. Nothing actually happened nor is related to a person in real life.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Dear Readers
Dear Readers,
I've been experiencing techical difficulties which have been causing me to lose some of my entries to this blog. Until I'm able to rewrite them, there will be no two college girls on there.
Natalie
I've been experiencing techical difficulties which have been causing me to lose some of my entries to this blog. Until I'm able to rewrite them, there will be no two college girls on there.
Natalie
Monday, May 13, 2013
Is There Room For Me On Cloud Nine?
Ahh, Cloud Nine.
It's the place where couples go when they first get together, and lie
together. They act like there's no wrong in the world, and that they
could have never face the wrongs of the world when they have each
other. Couples stay there for what could be forever. They go mad,
forgetting their cares, worries and responsibilities. Their life now
consists of that person, forever. Escaping back to the cold harsh
reality may forever scare them so they stay when they are safe and
comfortable.
Michael and I met
at our usual spot. We go there after classes to escape the crowding
of the campus, to truly be alone. We usually made out, never really
able to find the words to figure out how they really feel. Our lips
did all of the talking and boy, oh boy, we were having a wonderful
conversation.
“So”, I said,
pulling away from his lips.
“So”, he said,
leaning in to kiss me again.
“When are you
going to meet Chelsea?”
He kissed me,
clearly avoiding the subject. I pulled away again.
“Baby, I'm
serious,” I said. “She really wants to meet you. I really want to
her to meet you. It's a big deal to me.”
“I know”, he
said. He sighed. “It's just I'm not sure that she'd like me.”
“Of course she'll
like you”, I assured him.
“I'm not so sure,
baby”, he said.
I smiled and kissed
his cheek. I liked when he called my baby. It made the little hairs
on my arm stand up. “I think she will. The longer you
procrastinate, the worst of you will be, you know.”
He glared at me
playfully. “It's meeting your friend, not waiting until the last
minute to write a ten page paper, Alexis.”
“Please, baby”,
I pleaded, my eyes were wide and innocent like a puppy's.
“Alright”, he
said. “I have to watch out for those eyes. Their dangerous!”
I chuckled. “I
have a weapon, and I know how to use it.”
He smiled. “You
always know how to play on my Archille's Heal.”
I smiled. “I'm
your weakness?”
He blushed, his
pale snow white cheeks filling with rose color. “Yes, you're my
weakness.” We kissed.
My phone began to
vibrate endlessly. It's been doing that for the last twenty minutes.
I thought that it was dead or something.
“Babe, you better
get that”, Michael said.
I rolled my eyes.
“Fine”, I said. I clicked the home button on my iPhone. It wasn't
the battery. It was Chelsea. Twenty messages, half of them asking
where was I, in addition to two missed calls.
Then, it dawned on
me. I was supposed to meet her ten minutes ago. Crap.
“Babe, I gotta
go”, I said, as I frantically gathered my stuff.
“Go?” he said.
“Where do you have to go?” He looked confused.
“I was supposed
to meet Chelsea ten minutes ago.”
“Oh”, he said.
He said nothing as
I rushed.
I was about three
yards away from him when I suddenly heard him call my name
frantically. I turned.
He smiled my
favorite smile of his. “Just say when.”
I looked at him,
confused.
“To meet Chelsea.
Like you said, she's important. If she's important to you, then she's
important to me as well.”
I smiled. “Thank
you”, I said.
I found Chelsea by
the dining hall, with an annoyed expression plastered on her face.
Not that I blamed her, because I was the one that was late. I had
broken the girl code.
“Where the hell
were you?” she asked. “We ALWAYS have plans to go for lunch!”
She took one look at my red rosy cheeks. “Oh, you met with the art
dude.” The art dude, meaning Michael.
“Sorry. I lost
track of time”, I said.
“Geez. It's like
you've gone mad ever since you've started going out with that hipster
dude it's like it's consumed you completely. It's all you care about.
Is there room for me on cloud nine, Alexis?”
“I said I was
sorry.”
She sighed. “It's
whatever. Let's go eat. I'm starving and I have class in a half of an
hour.”
“Chelsea”, I
said.
“Yes”, she
said. Her harsh expression was beginning to melt like an ice cream
cone left out on a hot summer day.
“He wants to meet
you.”
“He does, does
he?” she asked, swiping her card.
“Yes”, I said,
following suite.
“Okay, tell him
to come by tomorrow.”
“Okay”.
And all of a
sudden, I realized that my actions had consequences. I realized that
I was living in a world with only Michael being the center, being the
sun and moon. And that wasn't a relationship. That was just simply
lust.
I think it was time
for me to check out of my room at Hotel Cloud Nine.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Announcement.
Due to my overload of work and studying, there will be no 2 College Girls this week. I'll try to do two for next week.
Good luck on finals everyone!
Good luck on finals everyone!
Friday, April 26, 2013
New.
The beginning of a
new relationship always reminded me of spring. It reminded me of a
new beginning. It was like a blank notebook when there wasn't any ink
to darken the pages, just blank smoothness.
Dating Michael was
different then dating John. John and I were that couple that everyone
knew that they would automatically get there and have the kids. Our
high school classmates used to laugh and say “see you at the
wedding.” Michael and I were looked at the new hipster couple on
campus.
“You bounce back
fast”, Chelsea said one night, as I got in. She was painting her
nails a dark mocha color. It was perfect for fall.
“You're the one
that wanted to me to live the single life”, I said. “And also,
you were the one that literally pushed me out of bed. Don't you
remember that?”
“I also figured
you weren't going to be with a rebound guy so quickly.”
“What's that
supposed to mean?” I asked.
“Nothing, just
nothing.”
“You know
Chelsea, if you have something to say you better just say it!” I
shouted.
“Shhh, Alexis.
It's quiet hours now remember.”
“Fine.” I
talked in a more calm manner. “If you have something to say to me
about my life, which is mine, you better just say it. I don't say
anything about your lifestyles, and I really would like it if you
would respect my life.”
“I respect you
Alexis.”
“Then what?”
“I'm just worried
about you.”
“Why?” he
asked.
“It's like you've
forgotten about John,” she said. “You went to mourning him to
drowning yourself into this new guy. Who I've never even met, but I
can tell you that he's not good for you. Alexis, he smokes
cigarettes! That's bad!”
“What he does
isn't your business, Chelsea.”
“What you do is.”
“Is not.”
“Is too. Alexis,
you're like my sister. I can't help but worry when something happens
to you. I want to help try to prevent it.”
“What I do, and
mostly importantly who I'm with doesn't concern you.”
“Fine.”
“Fine”, I
snapped. I didn't speak to her for the rest of the night. That was
our first fight.
“What's wrong?”
Michael asked after kissing me hello. We had a breakfast date at the
dining hall.
“Nothing”, I
said.
“Alexis, you're
lying. I can tell”, he said.
“Chelsea and I
got into our fight. Our first fight.”
“You and Chelsea
were friends since kindergarten and you guys just got into your first
fight?”
I nodded. “We've
always gotton along.”
He was quiet for a
moment. “It's because of me, isn't it?” he asked softly as he
grabbed my hand.
I couldn't lie to
him. “Yes.”
“Makes sense.”
“She's worried
about me.”
“Why?” he
asked, eyes widened with curiousity.
“She's just
worried that I'm jumping into this too quickly.”
“Oh.”
“I'm sorry”.
“What are you
sorry about? I'm the one that should be apologizing to you, not the
other way around”, he said. He kissed my cheek.
“For telling you.
We've been doing so well, so happy, and no I ruined it.”
We stopped walking.
“Well, I want to know about what's going on with your life. The
good, and the not so good. I'm in it with you. So, I want to meet
Chelsea. That way, we can get to know each other.”
I smiled ear to
ear. “You would do that, for me?”
He smiled back.
“Who else would I do it for?”
After classes, I
went back to my room. Chelsea was there.
“Hey”, I said.
She looked at me,
but didn't answer. She didn't want to be the first to surrender. I
knew that streak in her. Her stubbornness was her worst quality.
“Look I get it. I
know that you're worried about me. Truth be told that if the tables
were turned, that I would be worried about you. But I'm happy. I need
you to respect that I'm happy now. I like him a lot. I respect where
you're coming from. I love you, and I was wrong for to yell at you
like the way that I did. I'm sorry for this.”
“I'm glad that
you understand where I'm coming from Alexis.”
“But, you don't
have to worry about me Chelsea”, I said.
“I'm your best
friend”, she said. “It's part of the job. Right under getting
those Best Friends Forever Alex and Anis. Wait, I just spoiled your
gift for your birthday.”
“Chelsea”, I
said.
“Yes.”
“He wants to meet
you.”
“Your new
boyfriend?” she asked. She made a face, as if she was eating or
drinking something that didn't exactly taste very well.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because he knows
that we're extremely close. He wants you to like him.”
“I don't think
that's going to happen.”
“Chelsea, why are
you being so stubborn?”
“I want to like
him.”
“Then what is
it?”
“I just don't
know about him.”
“This is your
chance to get to know him”, I said.
“Fine.”
I leaped for joy.
“Yay, thanks girl!” I grabbed my purse.
“Where are you
going?” she asked.
“To see Michael.”
She rolled her
eyes. “Of course.”
“What?” I
asked, shrugging.
“Nothing,” she
said.
He was waiting
outside my dorm building, sitting on a bench. It was like a halo of
light shining for him.
“Hey”, his deep
voice said, putting out his cigarettes.
I didn't answer.
Instead I kissed him.
“I could get used
to this.”
“So could I.”
We spent the
afternoon kissing. I didn't care who saw. We just created a perfect
moment that one day we might either tell our kids the story of how
their parents were college sweethearts, or regret of something that
we could have lost. Either one seemed like a logical explanation.
But, right now I
didn't care about logic. I just cared about how his lips tasted next
to mine. I was beginning to get addicted to the taste. Logic seemed
like miles and miles of light years away from today.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Breaking Up Is Hard to Do.
They say breaking
up is hard to do. I never really believed that saying, because I was
young and I never had the pleasure of that experience before. When I
met John, and it was clear that he loved me just as much as I loved
him, I thought that I was wearing protective padding from this
feeling, the feeling of rock bottom. We were supposed to be together
forever. But, one stupid action and my life was changed for the worst
forever. Now, I was curled up in bed with a pint of Ben Jerry's in my
hand, crying my eyes out. I was the cliché version of every chick
going through a breakup. I would be mortified, but I was too upset to
care. I wore nothing but sweatpants, and when I could eat, I would
eat stuff that tasted good, but it seemed to settle on my stomach. I
must have gained 5 pounds since that Friday two weeks ago.
Michael had left
tons of messages. I didn't want to look at him, I didn't want him to
look at me. I didn't want him to see me falling apart. I didn't want
him to see this ghost of this girl whose in mourning of something
that was. The only person that I would see was Chelsea, in addition
to my classmates. I haven't gone home in weeks. My parents
understood, but were concerned.
It was two weeks
since that faithful day. I had went to bed at four p.m, because my
homework was done, and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball for
the rest of my life.
I heard a knock on
the door. Thinking that it was Chelsea, forgetting her key again, I
slowly got up. The knocking didn't subside. I wanted to kill her. She
always forgets her key.
“Coming!” I
shouted, mumbling a bunch of dumb blonde insults under my breath.
Only, when I got to
the door, it wasn't Chelsea. It was Michael. I should have known by
the strong scent of tobacco on his skin.
“What are you
doing here?” I asked. I wasn't angry about him being there, I
actually wanted to see him. I was angry at myself because I looked
like a fright. I didn't want to look like a fright in front of him.
“I thought you
died or something. No calls, no text messages. You haven't been
hanging out with us. Alexis, I'm worried about you.”
I looked at his
face. He did in fact look worried.
“And why is
that?” I wanted to push him away. I knew deep down that he didn't
ruin what John and I had. I did that. However, it didn't stop me from
trying to escape the blame from myself.
“You know why,
Alexis”.
“Because you have
feelings for me?”
He nodded solemnly.
“John and I broke
up a few weeks ago”.
“I figured.”
“Yeah.”
“I'm sorry.”
I looked at him,
trying to unveil his true relief not sorrow of the situation.
“No really I am”.
“And why are you
sorry?”
“Because it hurts
you.” He inched closer to me. I didn't move.
“You wanna know
something that puzzles me?”
“Yes....?” he
asked, confused.
“You talked for
ages about how you feel about me. But, you never ever asked me how I
felt about you.”
“Really?” he
said. “So now, please tell me. How do you feel about me?”
“I like you too”,
I said. Then, I kissed him. My hair wasn't brushed, and I wasn't
wearing any makeup. I didn't care. I liked him, I wanted to be with
him. I'm pretty sure that he wanted to be with me also.
He pulled away.
“Alexis?”
“Yes”, I asked
softly. I was still close enough to touch his lips still.
“I'm not your
rebound guy, am I?”
I thought for a
second. “I can show you a hell of a lot better than I could
possibly tell you.” I then leaned forward and kissed him.
That was the day
that we made it official.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Break.
“John?” I
called after him. I had never seen him quite so hurt. I never seen
his eyes begin to fill with the liquid of tears. I began to run after
him.
“Just friends?”
he snarled.
“He kissed me! I
didn't kiss him!” I said.
“You didn't stop
it”, he said.
I didn't answer
him. Deep down, I knew that he was right. I knew that what we had was
broken, and it was all my fault. Now, I had to pay for my action. My
actions destroyed a soul, a relationship, a way of life. My life with
John, was ending.
“You're not
saying anything because you know I'm right and you're wrong, right?
You know what you did was wrong! Yet you chose to do this anyway.
Alexis, you really hurt me! I can't even look at you!”
“John, I'm
sorry”, I said between sobs.
He looked at me and
didn't say anything. For the first time in our relationship, we were
suddenly two separate souls instead of a together one. This was like
the one thread that was pulled, and now that it was pulled, it was
falling apart. It was like everything that was meant something would
be gone forever.
I blew it. I knew I
did. I was the home-wrecking husband, and he was the housewife that
stayed at home tending to the house.
“You know Alexis,
I thought you loved me”, he said.
“I do love you!”
I pleaded.
“Then why was
your lips on top of his? You looked like you were enjoying it, too.
You didn't stop him. Ever since you've started college, you've
changed. It's like you've turned into this new girl with a new life,
and you've forgotten about me.”
“Why haven't you
said something?” I asked.
“Because you
deserve to grow. I always thought we would grow together. But, we're
growing apart.”
“I love you”,
was all that I could manage to say.
“I know you did.”
“Did?” I
hissed.
“I don't think
you love me anymore.”
“I think that's
the stupidest think that I ever heard.”
“But that's how I
feel. Are you saying that my feelings are stupid?”
“No. I just meant
that it's farther then the truth”, I said.
“But, Alexis,
it's true. At least look at things from where I'm standing. You
hardly call me anymore. You promised me that you're going to be home
every weekend, yet you only went home once. You text me, and even
then it's like it was forced. It's like you want out, yet you want me
to stick around.”
I didn't say
anything. He was right, and I knew it.
“So..what do you
want to do?” I asked. I braced myself for his answer.
“Well, I don't
want to be in a relationship with a girl who doesn't love me or want
to be with me. Or has time for me.”
“So, are you
saying that we should break up?” I said. I already knew the answer.
It's like when the teacher gives you back a test that you know that
you've flunked. You knew it was coming, yet you hoped for the best.
He nodded. “Don't
you? Alexis, we're different people then we were when we started
dating.”
I nodded. “Yes.
You don't have your long hair anymore.”
He laughed. “Well
there's that. But, it's more then that. We're not connected anymore.
It's like you and I are on totally different wavelengths of the
spectrum. We've grown. I don't want to stand in your way. I want you
to live and to be happy.”
“And you don't
think I'm going to be happy with you?” I asked.
“I know I would
be holding you back. And I love you way too much to see that happen”,
he said.
I said nothing.
“I will always
love you, Alexis”, he said. He kissed me on the cheek.
“I will always
love you too”, I whispered.
“I guess I better
go. I have a long drive ahead of me.”
“I guess you
should”, I said, trying to mask my pain.
“So this is it”,
John said.
“Yup.” I didn't
know what to say. I never thought this day would come, although
sometimes that we've come close. Now that it has, I wasn't sure of
what my feelings were or would be. All I knew that nothing in my
life would ever be the same again.
“Is it cheesy and
cliché to ask you if you want to be friends?”
“Not really.
However I don't think it's a good idea that we're friends. At least
for now”, he said. Then he drove off, the last string of my old
life falling apart. I wanted to run after him, but I realized that if
it was truly worth having, then I wouldn't have to chase after it.
Instead, I just stood on the grass on a cold fall day and cried. It
felt like there was a hole in my chest, and a giant pit of dispair
growing in the bottom of my stomach. Little did I know that wouldn't
go away.
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