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Cath laid back on her bed. She closed her eyes and tried to take in everything through her other senses. To slow down her sudden jitters. The summer was over and she was back at the Pound building. Cath was excited about coming back to school, but at the same time the black hole had slowly reformed in the pit of her stomach.

New worries about simple things. Classes, the dorm, and Levi. Sadly, she had not been able to see him much during the almost three months. And during those very short visits, Cath did meet Levi's mother. Cath might not be as wild as Reagan or as...interesting. Reagan was a wild fire compared to the mousy girl. Not that it mattered to the mother of all mothers.

Poor Cath was not use to such a woman fussing over her boyfriend. Or anyone for that matter. "That's just how she it," Levi muttered softly into her ear while they were at his sister's wedding reception. "She will grow to like you. Mom just needs time."

In real time, the old wooden door flew open showing off it's new scar from Reagan's boots. "Hey, bitch." The red head stumbled into the room with her piles of boxes. Cath had to stifle a laugh at the image before her. That did not stop the red head's eyes from flashing over at her. "No. You don't laugh. Help me with this shit."

"Get a boy toy to help you," Cath grabbed her pillow and tried to use it as a shield. She did not trust the dangerous roommate to not throw something at her.

Instead Reagan sighed. "Sophomores. They think they are the fucking shit." Both girls started to laugh and rolled their eyes. Cath sat up in her bed and started to drink in her friend. Reagan still looked like she could have any guy she ever wanted. She was toned to a T with her skin giving off a summer glow. She must have stayed outside all summer, Cath smiled at that thought. Maybe not much had really changed.

Suddenly a knock brought the girls back out of their moment to realise that the door was still open.

And that a boy stood in that door way.

Levi smiled brightly at his girlfriend and his best friend. The smile shone like a bright beacon that drew Cath from her sea of doubt. This year was going to be different. This year, she was not just going to survive.

Or that was what everyone was telling her.

A new tension squeezed itself into the room between the couple, who had not taken any steps toward each other. Both were two busy drinking in the sight of each other to remember or take note that someone else was in the room. That is until a sudden cough attracted their attention. Both quickly turned their heads to Reagan who had her arms folded across her chest. "Are you going to hug and kiss or just mentally take off each others pants?"

"That comment goes against the rules!" Levi pointed out as he turned his bright smile into a bright smirk. Cath joined in by sending her own sarcastic smirk to her cringing roommate.

Reagan just rolled her eyes and started to walk to the door. "Whatever. I'm going to get some food." She turned back to the happy couple and gave them another sigh. "And please, if you do anything in this room, keep it on her," she pointed to Cath, "and Simon's side." With that, the door closed.

In the safety of the closed off room, Cath leaped away from her bed and crashed into the tall blond. She couldn't stop herself as her lips started to trail their way to his. They climbed over his adams apple to her favorite spot where the lean turned into a little bit of fat. Before her lips reached their destination, Levi pulled her back to stare into her eyes. "God, I have missed you," he whispered softly.

"I've missed you, too," Cath smiled until her cheeks hurt. Wren and her dad had been picking on her whenever they heard her cell ring. Then, if he ever decided to magically show up at her house, Wren would make up some kind of excuse to drag their father out of the house. Though none of that was enough for the couple.

For the first time since he walked in, Levi took in Cath's side of the room. She had already placed her laptop on to the desk along with her many Simon and Baz collection from her room at home. Even though the series had ended a few months ago with the last book, Cath had not given up her love for the characters. She had also finally ended Carry On and decided to start up another fanfic. With Wren as her beta.

Along with her collection, a few pictures of her dad, her, and Wren covered her desk. Their relationship still had some pits and weak ends, but that was expected. No family is perfect.

Suddenly, Cath turned to the sound of Levi chuckling. She followed his eyes to her bedside table to find what made him laugh. Instantly she felt a rush of heat fill her cheeks.

"My mother has been looking for that picture for weeks!" Levi pulled the blushing girl into a tight hug. On Cath's bedside table was a picture of Levi. When she was at his house meeting his family, she had found a picture of Levi from his freshman year of college. One of his sisters told her that she took it as he tried to walk out of his room, piled down with bags full of his cloths. His eyes were huge from the shock of the flash. The only picture of Levi that he didn't seem as posed. It was a tradition for the siblings and cousins.

Cath blinked for a second, before she turned back to Levi. "I thought she hated that picture." That was her only excuse to sneak it into her bag before she left.

A smirk played onto the boy's lips. "My mother is weird. It's like the day after you left she felt a disturbance in the force."

Cath let out a little growl with a soon followed giggle. "I love it when your nerd shows." This made Levi roll his eyes. A trait that he was starting to pick it up from the twins. "Come on," Cath grabbed his hand and started to pull him to the door. "I think dad is still downstairs. He said something about taking us out to eat."

"Food truck?"

Cath nodded and opened the door to the world she had been missing.