Riley above *Kristen Stewart*

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Warm water runs down my back as I rinse the conditioner from my long blonde hair. I feel my fingers beginning to prune, I've been in the shower for about ten minutes now, but I'm not ready to get out yet. A few more minutes pass as I stand lazily under the comfortably heated water.

When I finally decide to get out, I turn around and shut off the water. I grab one of my towels, lightly dry my hair and then continue to dry the rest of my body.

I pull on my dressing gown and head back to my room to get dressed. Thankfully Riley, my roommate, isn't there. She's always telling me that I need to get new clothes, and that I shouldn't wear this, and these don't match and whatnot. Frankly, I'm sick of it. She is super controlling and always asks really personal questions. I'm polite when she's here because that's apart of my nature but I try to avoid her just so I don't have to deal with her.

Lately, she hasn't been around much, but I'm not complaining. At first, I tried to become friends with her, she is my roommate after all, but I guess we just weren't meant to be friends. Oh well, it will all come out in the wash.

I throw on some dark jeans, a black singlet, a woollen grey jacket and converse. I moisturise my face and proceed to rub in my foundation. I put on eyeliner and mascara to highlight the blue in my eyes. If there's one thing I like about myself, it's my eyes. Well my eye colour at least. I have poor eyesight so I have to wear contacts or glasses. Right now, I'm feeling lazy so glasses it is. I grab my purse and phone and head down to the on-campus cafeteria for breakfast.

I'm not really big on breakfast but the cafeteria's muffins are the best. I arrive and the glorious smells of breakfast engulf me. The line is unusually long, but the muffins are totally worth it.

Bored, I take out my phone and start scrolling through my Twitter timeline when I hear a man clear his throat behind me. Startled, I whip around, and standing before me is a vision splendid. My jaw drops.

"Hey stranger," he says.

Oh wow, that voice is heavenly. Does he even go here? I've never seen him around. Why is he even talking to me? What does he want with me? I start to feel very self conscious when his eyes start to roam my body. I pull my jacket around myself and cross my arms to keep it in place.

"Uhhh, hi" I reply quietly. Why can I not just talk to the guy? He probably couldn't even here me.

"We keep bumping into each other don't we?"

"Yeah we do," I reply, not daring to look into his eyes."Do you go here? I ask, proud of myself for not stuttering.

As much as it's creepy that I keep running into this man, I find myself wanting to know more about him.

"Yeah, I do. What's your name?" He queries.

"April."

"Do you want to hang out tonight?" Now I look into his eyes. Could he be any more forward?

"I don't even know your name, for all I know, you could be a murderer!" I respond, gaining confidence.

He lets out a chuckle. "Calm down feisty pants, my name's Nick and I promise on my own life, that I'm not a murderer." He says, placing a hand over his heart to show his seriousness.

Ugh, sure. Why don't we all just go and make fun of me. Nobody takes me seriously and I hate it. He seriously could be a murderer.

"Why?" I ask calmly, giving him a quizzical look.

"Why what?" He asks. He actually looks confused. I can't tell if he's being genuine or he's playing dumb.

"Well for starters, why me? There's nothing special here," I gesture to myself, "And what makes you think I would want to hang out with you?"

He takes a step back, stunned by my small outburst. I don't blame him, I even surprised myself. I look at the line in front of me, noticing that I need to move up, and do so.

Nick follows suit and begins to talk to me again. Wow, he's persistent. My eyes drift from his face to his torso and I admire the way his shirt hugs his well built figure. I want to just rip his shirt off him. I lick my lips just at the thought of it. He stops talking and I look up from his chest. Oh right, he was talking. Oops!

"Sorry, I zoned out. What did you say?" I answer, embarrassed.

He sighs, clearly frustrated. Is it because I zoned out or is it because I'm not willing to go out with him? I can't be sure.

I'm not the type of girl that would throw themselves at the first guy that looks their way. What I have that those girls don't, is self respect.

"I said you would want to go out tonight because you find me attractive." He says cockily, a smirk playing on his lips.

Ugh, of course he's up himself. I want to slap him. You can't just say that! How did I go from wanting to rip his shirt off of him to wanting to punch him in the face! I know I wouldn't ever hurt anybody but he sparks the rage inside of me. I have to admit it though, I do find his figure extremely appealing.

I want to go firstly because he's incredibly handsome, secondly because a night out before classes start up again would be awesome and thirdly I know he won't stop bugging me until I say yes. What do I have to loose?

I look Nick directly in the eyes and huff, trying to give off the vibe that I don't care. But let's be real here, which girl wouldn't care if a fetching young man asked her out? "What time?" I ask.

A smirk spreads across his face at my reply. "Attagirl." He says and I roll my eyes. "I'll pick you up at 7, where are you staying?"

After all of the required details are sorted out, we exchange numbers. He has the latest iPhone while I obtain the iPhone 4. My home button doesn't work anymore and my screen has been severely cracked. I'm surprised it still works. A new phone is on my list of things to buy, along with a car.

I decide to go back to my room to have my muffin so I don't have to talk to Nick again before the date. Plus the cafeteria is pretty busy.

I sit down on my bed with my muffin and take a bite. It's even better than I remembered.

By the time I have finished eating, it's 10 o'clock. My work shift starts at 11:30 and is over by 3, giving me plenty of time to get ready for tonight.

I change into my uniform: black stockings, black skirt, white shirt and flats and put my hair into a high, messy bun. I pack my bag with the things I will need and make my way down to the bus stop.

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I pull off my apron and take a swig of my water. Waitressing is actually pretty enjoyable. I'm not one to go out of my way to talk to people, but interacting with customers is fun. I like seeing the lives of people around me, it's kind of the same as sitting in the cafe and watching as the world moves on with their lives, even when it seems like it has come to a halt. But when I'm waitressing, I'm actually participating in the life I have watched.

I fold and place my apron in my bag, disposing of the empty water bottle on my way out. The good thing about being a waitress at a fancy restaurant, is the generous tips. I haven't been waitressing in the city for long but I did back at home.

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I turn the handle on the door and open it. I walk in expecting the room to be empty but instead I find Riley packing her stuff into bags.

"Hey, you going somewhere?" I ask her.

"Yeah, I'm moving in with my boyfriend." She answers excitedly. I know that if she wasn't so happy, she would criticise my outfit. But hey, if she's happy then I'm happy.

"Cool! Do u need some help?" I offer. It's not that I really want to pack her things, but I have lots of time before the date, and if I don't keep busy I'll end up overthinking the whole thing.

"Yeah, that'd be great! But you don't have to."

"Nah, it's fine. I'm not doing anything anyway. Do you know if I'm getting a new roommate?" I ask.

"Yeah, I think so. Can you fold?" She questions.

"Yep, these?" I ask gesturing to her hanging items.

"Yes, in here if you can." She says handing me a suitcase.

I help her pack her things quietly, asking the occasional question. I found out that she and her boyfriend had been dating for four months, which in my opinion is way to soon to be moving in with him. But she seems really keen and it's her life after all.

It's about 4:30 when we finish. She's about to leave when I speak up.

"Riley?" I say and she looks back at me, giving me look as if to say 'go on'. "I know we haven't really gotten along too well, but I'll miss you." she bites her lip as her eyes well up.

"Yeah me too." She says, holding back sobs. We share an awkward but meaningful hug.

"Good luck!" I call after her.

She turns around and gives me one last smile.

"You too." She replies.

And she was gone. I felt much better as soon as those words left my mouth. Ending things on a high note with Riley, lets me feel at ease.

Now, tonight. What on earth am I going to wear? He said just casual but I want to look nice.

Eventually, I decide on a dress with flowers on it that falls mid-thigh. I pair it with black boots and a black bag.

I put my hair in a low bun leaving bits out at the front to frame my face. I touch up my makeup and brush lip balm over my lips. Surprisingly, I don't look too bad.

At seven on the dot, I hear a knock at the door. I wander if he was just standing out there? I take one last look in the mirror, quickly tucking in my necklace.

I don't know why I'm so nervous. I've been on dates before but this one is different...he is different.

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