I currently live in some arty-shabby-indie loft that I share with two others. The first one being my best friend, Jack. A "to be" bodybuilder who dresses better than me and manages to have class, despite the fact that he trains at the gym every, single, day and eats his own weight in protein. He could possibly be the coolest person I know and the only guy I'd ever respect.

The second being Jack's girlfriend (hoe), Abbie. Now don't get me wrong, I love Abbie! I love that she makes Jack happy enough to pay the check when we all go out for food, and I love that she got us this place to live in although she "can't understand why Aaron has to live here too". The solution to this problem was to give me the smallest room. Harry Potter's cupboard beats mine.

I hate her and she hates my guts too. She could be the hottest girl I have ever hated. I honestly think, and this is no word of a lie, that she believes her reason on earth is to drive me insane. I think some kinda daemon sent her from the fiery pits of hell and said, "Hey Abbie! You know what a great purpose on earth is? It's to find a poor teenage guy and torment him whenever you get the chance." and voilà, behold Abbie!

But back to the present. The main fault when it comes to living with a couple is the "at it like rabbits" concept. This happens every morning. God knows how, but they manage to bang on the headboard daily. And, of course, Abbie likes to let me know that this in fact is happening by moaning and crying out as if she's in some kind of messed-up-who-can-orgasm-the-loudest competition. It's great! If I was some kind of pervy paedophile.

Of course, this is what I woke up to today. I get up instantly and throw on some Levis along with a checker shirt, grab my rucksack and I'm outta there and instead, stepping out to a chilly winter morning in Morganville.

Seeing as I haven't had my manly amount of breakfast, I step into Common Grounds to grab something before my class. Working at the counter is that Goth-chick, Eve Somethingorother, clad in black, black, oh and more black. To be fair she looks pretty badass for a girl. I've seen her hang out with Claire before too, so I give her an extra-special smile. Just in case it'll score me some points.

Turns out there was no need for the cheesy smile because, once again, she's caught my eye. Sat on a table in the corner with a thick text book is Claire, head bent over the words as if she's mesmerised. I walk over to her table in a trance.

"This seat taken?" I ask with a grin.

She smiles at me and gestures for me to sit. "How's the hangover from last night?" she asks with a sly smile. It's hot.

"I wasn't drunk! I swear, I have never tasted a drop of alcohol…"

"Of course. We're all so pure these days." She says still smiling and shaking her head back and forth. "It's ok to admit to being drunk Aaron. I'm not some kind of Vicar's daughter that doesn't understand the concept of alcohol and drugs."

Just the thought of her on drugs creates this big protective bubble inside of me. She's lovely.

"So, what you reading?"

She holds up her book, "Oh it's just a text on aero-dynamic particles." I have no idea what she's talking about. I'm not a stupid guy. I read a tiny bit, but the sciences. No thanks.

"Sounds gripping." I offer sarcastically which gains a laugh from her.

"It really isn't. So what do you study?"

"At the moment? I'm struggling through Art History."

She raises her eyebrows, "Didn't take you for a history guy, nor art really…why "at the moment"?"

Now this is embarrassing, I have this whole weird morale thing about things being set in stone. The truth is that I hate things being set in stone, I hate things being permanent, I like to have this idea that I can change my path whenever I like too and not have to follow one direction. It's stupid and I'm not admitting this to her. So I do what guys to best and change topic with the first thing that flies out of my mouth:

"So how long have you been with Collins?"

She blushes. Fuck. That had to be the first thing that comes into mind. Why me? Is Abbie in my head right now?

"Umm, it's been more than a year now." She answers with a small smile, "You know each other?"

I shrug, "We go back, nothing major."

"You should come round tonight, catch-up. Tonight's taco night and we're watching some god-awful zombie film. Maybe you can tell me a bit about Art History or something."

I should refuse; it'll be awkward if Collins thinks I'm crushing on his girl. But these eyes in front of me are so welcoming and warm. And I may be imagining it but she looks kinda hopeful…or she's just trying to make up for rejecting my offer of a date.

"Sure! What time?"

She beams and it's settled. I just have to not screw this up or give Collins a reason to punch me and everything should be fine….maybe.

Thanks again for the reviews, not sure how this is going… but enjoy nonetheless! x