After finding out what happened to me this past year, Luke asked if I wanted to move in with him. Now that it is the end of the semester I decided why not. I want to be as far away from that campus as possible. I don't care if the commute is long.

Since I'm staying with him, it would only be fair to help with the utilities, the grocery shopping, and wifi. Luke still works at the country club when he can. He's making a lot of money from tips, he makes his entire rent back in a week. Then, combined with some of the money that Claire and Phil give him every month is the reason he's able to afford such a nice apartment in a good area. I know he can afford this all on his own but, I want to show how much I appreciate him.

Being shunned by my peers did a number on me. It was bad. I almost considered taking my own life. I had to keep reminding myself almost daily that I had a family that I loved. But it gets harder to convince me of that. Depression twists your thoughts and beliefs about yourself.

I know it's cliche but, Luke may have saved my life and also my mom. If she hadn't suggested I relearn Spanish, then I wouldn't have needed help learning it and I wouldn't be where I am now.

I may not have let it show my family how much college life was truly affecting me. I knew that I talked about my feelings way too much to be considered "normal" I guess. So, it surprised me that I was able to go this long without expressing them.

I got home at 4 pm after my last class ended at 2 pm. I got groceries on the way. Luke would be home until 7, so I decided to get started on dinner. Cooking seemed like the only thing that I haven't stopped enjoying. I've lost interest in writing and directing even though that's what I'm going to school for. I just bullshit my way through and manage to get good grades in the end. So it doesn't matter.

I just made a simple roast with veggies and a chocolate cake.

Luke walked through the door as I was cleaning the dishes. I didn't want to have to deal with them later. You know when you eat you get tired and I know when I get in that state I don't want to do shit.

"Hey."

"Hey. I made dinner if you're hungry." He looked surprised. I go back to washing.

"Thanks." I put the dishes on the drying rack and sit down at the table.

"No problem." We talk about everything and nothing.

Luke POV

The lights were dim, the atmosphere was electric, tension was thick. I was on my back, a hand appeared on my thigh. It slipped up my calf, my knee, and thigh and then lingered on my covered dick. Then, the hand resumed caressing my stomach until it got to my mouth. The manicured fingers traced my lips.

I wanted to suck on those fingers so I did. The mysterious person let out a low moan.

The hand went away, I felt a weight on my hips. Two tan legs were on either side of my hips. This stranger started grinding on me, and she let out soft moans. I pull on her hips and grind harder, causing more beautiful noises to come out of her mouth.

Then she bends down, her face inches from mine. The light hit her face, revealing who she was.

Manny?

I woke up in a panic. What the fuck was that? Why did I have a sex dream about my best friends? What does it even mean?

My alarm goes off. I push what happened to the far corners of my mind and get ready for class.

Fuck. I'm going to have to see him later today. Just be cool. Don't be weird and we should be fine.

By the time I'm preparing for Spanish tutoring, I'm almost zapped with energy. All that stressing about the dream is what did it.

I try to focus on Manny's progress in my tutoring sessions. I believe it's time for him to practice his poem for the next few weeks. I am confident that I taught him all that I could.