I checked my phone for the twentieth time this morning. Olive was supposed to be texting me to tell me what was happening this afternoon. There was some street carnival festival thing going on and Olive had decided that we absolutely had to go. I wasn't so keen; the excuse that my friends were given was that I had too much work - the real reason was pure laziness. I could not be bothered to go all the way into town (okay so it was like a five minute walk, but still!) when I was perfectly happy in my room watching a film or listening to some music or wasting away my youth on tumblr or whatever.

But Olive had insisted and the others wanted to go and instead of being respected my wishes were completely ignored. Which brings me back to the beginning where I'm sitting in my room, bored out of my mind, waiting for Olive to text me. There was a chance, I thought, as I dug my make-up bag out of my handbag, that she won't text me and I won't have to go. Olive was notoriously unreliable. I couldn't really condemn her for this as it was a character trait we shared but at least I never tried to organise anything.

After applying my make-up, Olive hadn't texted and I was still bored. With a sigh I opened up iTunes and selected my 80's play list - you can say what you like about the eighties and I'll probably agree but I can't deny that eighties music is practically guaranteed to bring a smile to your face. This time was no exception and, giggling crazily to myself, I got up and danced around in the limited space in my cramped room.

"Wake me up before you go go!" I sang, probably horribly out of tune. The doorbell rang and I danced towards the door, tripping over the corner of my bed on the way and stumbling into the door. This made me laugh, slightly maniacally, and I still was when I pulled open the door expecting to see my friend John, who had told me he might come over this morning.

When I saw who it actually was I froze. I think I may have said something like 'you have got to be kidding me'. I closed the door, took a deep breath and pulled it open again. He was still standing there, stock still and also looking like he was in complete shock.

"You really are stalking me." I choked out. It was him -that 'Harry' guy from the other night, the one who had followed me into Professor Greene's room. What the hell was he doing at my door? And why the hell had I answered the door when I was giggling like a maniac, which was totally not the right impression to give him.

Where did that thought come from? I demanded of myself. Okay so 'Harry' - I wasn't convinced that that was actually his name - was gorgeous with his dark hair and his slight tan and his big brown eyes. And with the converse, jeans and t-shirt combo he looked exactly like the sort of guy I would usually go for. But he was probably a psychopath. And he was staring at me in definite horror. So even if I did want to date a psycho his less than thrilled reaction when I came to the door suggested that he wouldn't want to date me.

"I'm not stalking you." he said hollowly. "I thought this was Leanne's room." Now that made sense. Leanne was popular (for some reason) pretty (in a fake kind of way) and a bit of a whore. I got countless guys turning up at my door looking for Leanne which made me think that Leanne directed them to my room on purpose to remind me of how much of looser I was and that I would never get a boyfriend etc etc which was really rather petty and immature. Didn't stop it getting to me though.

"You've got it backwards." I told him dully, "Leanne's in 103 not 301"

"Right" 'Harry' said awkwardly. There was an uncomfortable silence.

"I'll see ya then" he said, running a hand through his hair uneasily.

"See you." I replied and I closed the door. I leant back against the door and slid down it until I was sitting with my back pressed against the hard wood. Well that was one way to kill a good mood, I thought to myself. Leanne sent her latest lover to my door so frequently that I was beginning to get used to it but somehow this time it hurt more. Maybe because 'Harry' was my psycho stalker and it wasn't fair that Leanne should steal him from me.

Walking on Sunshine began which reminded me there was music playing and didn't seem very appropriate so I heaved myself onto my feet and walked over and slammed the lid of my laptop shut. I waited until the music cut off a couple of seconds later then walked over to collapse on my bed. My rather heavy fall onto the bed caused my make-up bag to fall off my bed and scatter the contents all over the floor. Ignoring it, I stared at the ceiling miserably contemplating how dull my life was and wondering what the legions of guys who showed up at my door asking for Leanne actually sure in her. I mean sure she was pretty and popular and was almost definitely a cheerleader in high school and had legs a mile long, but that wasn't all that mattered right?

I realised I should probably work on cheering myself up before I hit the in-desperate-need-of-some-Ben-and-Jerrys-and-a-entire-box-of-tissues stage. I mean I was okay. I have friends. People like me. I had hit a hundred followers on tumblr the other day so I must be doing something right. I was half considering giving my reflection a stern pep talk while I played eye of the tiger or some other song about being tough or true to yourself or whatever. It always seemed to work for movie characters. While I was weighing up the pros and cons of this idea (pros: it may just work, cons: yeah right, dream on, it's not going to work and you'll just feel really silly doing it) the doorbell rang.

My last experience with the door hadn't been all that great and I couldn't be bothered to get up and so I contemplated just leaving it - it couldn't be that important. Then the doorbell rang again and its normal neutral tone somehow managed to sound impatient. I groaned and sat up - albeit very slowly and reluctantly. The doorbell rang again and then I heard someone pounding on the door.

"Alright, alright." I muttered as I hurried towards the door, "I'm coming, I'm coming." I pulled open the door and was nearly knocked backwards as someone bounded past me into my tiny room.

"John!" I greeted the empty hallway sarcastically, "Why don't you come in?" I continued keeping the sarcasm in my voice although I couldn't help laughing a little when I turned around to find him sprawled on my desk chair, spinning himself slowly from side to side.

"Why thank you Sarah." John replied cheerily as though the sarcastic tone in my voice hadn't registered. I rolled my eyes and shut the door.

"So Olive told me to come and drag you away from 'tumbling'" he said without any further preamble. "I didn't know you'd taken up gymnastics." he teased. I rolled my eyes but laughed.

"I'm a very accomplished tumbler. I joined a travelling circus when I was eight and they taught me everything I needed to know."

"You joined a circus? That would certainly explain a lot." John replied, "Come on we better go before Olive comes up here and drags us out herself." He continued quickly leaving me with no time to reply to the circus comment. I groaned.

"Oh come on!" John exclaimed, "It will be stupid and cheesy but it will be fun. And who knows maybe you'll find some tall, dark stranger who will sweep you off your feet and waltz you off into the sunset." I laughed and grabbed a bag from the floor crossing my fingers that it was the one with my purse in.

"Yeah like that's going to happen." I said.

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