Chapter 8: A Surprise Visitor

After lunch, Cheyenne and I walked back to our room and started to do our homework. Hey what'd you expect from us? We aren't complete party animals. College is the reason why I am here in Cambridge, MA, anyways.

After about 4 hours of non-stop homework, I was completely done for the day. I could now relax. I turned my head to see Cheyenne sleeping on her back with an open Chemistry book on top of her head. I laughed lightly and nudged her awake. She jolted up in an instant.

"Oh nooo... did I just sleep for 4 hours?"

"Yup."

"I was supposed to read chapter 27 for tonight. Do you think they have a cliff notes version in the library by any chance?"

"I wouldn't put my money on it." Just then my cell phone rang. I lazily picked it up and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Haley. You sound tired."

"Well I am."

"I called you up, because it's 7 o'clock right now. Is Cheyenne coming?"

"No, she has a hot date tonight. He's coming over at 8, so I'm gonna meet him. She won't shut up about him," I said as I smiled at a worried Cheyenne, who was sitting there reading the book with absolute concentration. Her face was scrunched up with determination.

"Alright, I'll meet ya in front of your dorm. Bye Haley."

"See ya."

I put the phone away and went over to Cheyenne. I just laughed at her figure. Last night, she was in party-girl mode. Now she was in study-till- you-drop mode.

"Miss Wyoming, I believe you have a hot date tonight."

"Arggg, I guess I'll do this later." She closed the book and walked towards her closet. She pulled out the chest and then looked up at me.

"Haley, can I borrow one of your shirts? It's a lil cold outside." I nodded my head and walked to my own closet.

"What pants or skirt will you be wearing?" I asked her while browsing through my own set of clothes.

"Umm... the black skirt."

I pulled out a light pink cashmere sweater. I had bought this a long time ago when I was still in high school.

"Heads up!" I yelled as I threw it at her

"Too late. It kinda already hit my head," she said tiredly.

"O well, I tried."

The next thing I knew, I was hit in the head with a mini jean skirt and a velvet maroon tube top decorated with white lace.

"Heads up," yelled Cheyenne with a stupid grin on her face.

"Hahaha, Ms. Wyoming."

"Hey! I told you not to call me that!"

"And do I ever listen? Nope. Now do my make up."

After she had finished doing my make up and I had finished doing her make up, we grabbed some accessories to make the finishing touches. We looked at the mirror. It was like we had just swapped. Here I was standing in a pair of high heel leather boots and she was wearing a brown sandals. Nevertheless, we both looked stunning. Simultaneously we looked at the clock. It was 7:55. We both grabbed our handbags and stole one more glance in the mirror. We walked out to the front of the dorm and sat on a nearby bench.

After a couple of minutes, Peyton arrived and we started to chat. Peyton and I were about to leave for Hot Fox's when Cheyenne stopped us. She pointed to the figure of a man and said "that's him, guys."

As he came closer, I took in all his features. He was blonde and had a boyish gentleman thing about him that only one guy I knew had and that guy was supposed to be at NYU. I squealed in delight as I ran to him. It was definitely who I thought it was.

"O my God, what are you doing here Lucas?" I hugged him with one of my famous bear hugs. He smiled at me, obviously surprised that I was friends with his date, Cheyenne.

"Well I planned to surprise my best bud, but I see that she surprised me instead."

Cheyenne stood amazed at what just happened. She slowly started to talk.

"So your name is Lucas. Well my name is Cheyenne."

"Well this is for you Cheyenne," he said as he gave her a single red rose. Suddenly he noticed Peyton, who was standing there dumbfounded. I broke in the obvious tension that was between the two as I pulled Peyton towards her car.

"Peyton and I are going to a club. We'll be back at like 2 in the morning. Don't wait up kids. O and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Lucas looked at me confused, but just shrugged it off and said "Take your own advice James. You better be careful otherwise I'll tell your mommy on you." Well, he certainly hasn't changed from his childishness, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Whatever you say, bad boy, whatever you say," I laughed as I hopped into the car. I smiled, knowing that both of my best friends were happy and that they were happy together. Peyton started the car with discomfort at seeing Lucas. I patted her back.

"He'll forgive you."

"Are you sure?" she mumbled.

"Positive."

She smiled and turned on some music. We sang along to the blasting lyrics of her punk rock music. She still liked the same music.

O boy, some people never changed.