AUTHORS NOTE: Chapter 2 is finally up! Sorry for the wait inbetween. But I think this one is better, IMO, than the first chapter. Slowly getting better, bare with me! Anyway, I'd really like it if I could get some more reviews on this one? It'd be nice to hear what y'all think ;) Enjoy Chapter 2! Chapter 3 to be up soon!

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At first, I was surprised that anyone would be up this early, especially outside. I turned towards the sound of the voice, and my breath caught in my throat.

The guy standing before me was cute. I mean, really cute. Not the kind of cute you'd see in school, but like moviestar cute. He looked like he could be a moviestar. That was it.
When I realized I had been staring at this stranger I didn't even know for longer than was probably comfortable for both of us, I opened my mouth to speak. "Uhm, yeah, it is," I told him, offering a small smile as I walked towards him.
He returned my smiled and held out his hand with the camera in it as I reached for it. "I was talking on the phone when it fell right in front of me," he said, flicking a piece of dusty brown hair from his matching eyes. Instantly, I became red in the face, my palms sweaty.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! My friend threw it out of the window before..." I started, but let my voice trail off as he started chuckling and waving his hand.
"It's no big deal, don't worry about it," he said, his lips still curved into that moviestar smile. I felt myself relax, and the video camera turned out to be the last thing on my mind.
"Well, thanks," I replied softly, glancing down at the small black device as I turned it over with my fingers absentmindedly. My mind was racing as to what to say, because I didn't exactly want to leave just yet, even though I knew I had to be to class in less than 2 hours.
"Maya! Stop talking and get up here! We have an emergency!"
I groaned, Sam looking up at the window, as Colette's blonde head appeared out of the third story window. "What?" I called back up at her, an annoyed look on my face, hands on my hips, as I turned to look up at my insane friend.
"You're crap Celine Dion CD is stuck in the disc player and wont come out! My head is going to explode if I heart her singing about her heart going on or whatever it's about one more time!" she hollared, covering her ears with her hands for emphasis. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Sam, who was unsucessfully hiding an amused smile.
"I gotta get going, but thanks for getting the camera," I told him, giving him one last smile before turning to leave.
"Wait," he said, gently reaching for my arm to stop me. I turned, looking questioningly at him. Another moviestar smile. "What's your name?" he asked, eyes actually looking into mine. Which, of course, made my cheeks flush a bright shade of pink.
"Maya," I told him with my own ordinary smile before turning in a hurry, practically tripping over the first flight of stares as I made my rushed escape. I could feel his eyes follow me all the way up until I disappeared into my room.
"Get it out. I'm about to chuck it out the freaking window. Out. Now."
Colette shoved the disc player in my face, disgust clear in her voice. I sighed and took the disc player from her, toying with it. After the eject button wouldn't work, I had to literally pry it open with my fingernails, which resulted in a loud pop, and a tiny 'ping ping ping' sound as shards of plastic along with the CD hit the floor. Relief flooded Colette's face. "Thank God. You got it out. But, now you owe me a new disc player," she said, giving me a quick signature Colette smirk before skipping back to the bathroom, toothbrush hanging loosely out of her mouth.
I watched her go before closing my eyes and letting out a happy sigh, feeling my heart beating a million miles a minute. His face, eyes, hair. I couldn't get any of it out of my head. And his smile, oh dear, his smile. That was the best part. Not only was it a moviestar smile, it was genuine. Like he was actually glad to return the camera to me. It made my heart beat even faster, and I was completely fine with it.
"Who's got you all dopey, May?" Colette asked, poking her head out of the bathroom to look at me curiously, cutting through my thoughts.
"Oh, no one," I replied in a sing song voice, practically dancing to my room to get ready. She watched, one eyebrow arched, as wind from my running by blew a few curls around her face. I reached my bedroom and opened the closet doors, breathing in the fresh air that flew in from my open window just a few feet away, my ears happy to hear the birdsong that accompanied it.
"Dude, can you tone it down? You're creeping me out. Look, I have goosebumps," Colette stated, following me into my room and sticking out her arm. I glanced over at her as I snatched a flowy white top from it's place among the clutter of cloths.
"Come on, Cole. You're ruining my good mood," I pouted, flashing puppy dog eyes before turning back to my closet, rumaging around for my pencil skirt that I'd bought just for my presentation today. Colette just rolled her eyes and returned to the bathroom. A minute later, I could hear sink water running. "Don't use too much water! I don't want a bill like last time, you camel," I reminded her, examining a black skirt that wasn't my pencil skirt, but had caught my eye.
"I've told you this before, it wasn't me. Those bands require much hydration to do their thing," she replied, shutting the water off, chugging a glass of water herself. Colette came into my room again, leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms.
I tossed the skirt back onto the growing pile of already examined cloths. "Aha!" I exclaimed, almost diving into my closet. I could feel Colette's eyes pierce into my back, confused, as I emerged holding my treasured three-day old pencil skirt. "I found you," I told the skirt, nodding as I looked over the top and skirt together. "Well, still. That's the last time I'm spending $140 on a water bill," I informed her, turning my eyes to her. Colette held up her hands in surrender, backing out of the room.
"Cons of being a band manager," she yelled over her shoulder, slamming the door to her room. I found myself laughing as I slipped out of my pajamas and hurried to the bathroom, turning on the water for my shower. A smile came to my face as I heard the overwhelming sound of AC/DC blasting from Colette's room and I knew that this, college, was the beginning of the rest of our lives.