Sophie's POV

From Robin: Hey do you wanna come over today and watch a movie instead of going out?

I look at the screen of my phone for a few seconds blinking, as my mind tries to decide what to do. We hung around together at the gathering yesterday and I can say I had...not a weird time. It was cool and although we talked about getting together to talk about it, I didn't expect her to invite me over for a movie night. Last time she did that, I instantly declined, feeling nervous about being alone in a room with an unknown person, but now Robin is a friend? Yes, I think we must be at that stage now. So it would be rude to decline...again.

To Robin: Yes ok. I am free. What time?

Was that too cold? Did I sound hesitant? That's the thing with messages, you can never tell how the other feels, but on the other hand, I hate speaking on the phone with people. It's more demanding.

From Robin: 7:00?

I can do 7:00

To Robin: Yes. Your address?

From Robin: Kennedy STR,78

To Robin: ☺ 

Ok, so what do I wear? I always wear pjs with Joss because I don't care how I look, but here I have to wear normal clothes. Jeans T-shirt and a cardigan? Yes, sounds good. Next matter: what do I bring? Popcorn? Chips? Cake...Popcorn is better...popcorn.

Times passes rather quickly and before I realize it, it's already 6:30. 10 minutes to the market for the popcorn, 6:40, 10 minutes to Robin's, 6:50 plus 5 minutes in my car waiting...ok, 5 minutes early is good. 10 is lame.

Precisely at 6:55 I am outside her house. It's a two story house with a porch and a garage. It's a nice neighborhood and pretty quiet, a family neighborhood.

I knock on her front door and count 20 seconds before the door opens and she greets me with a radiant smile.

"Hello Sophie! Come on in." She gestures and I walk in the foyer.

"Hey, thanks for inviting me. Here, I brought popcorn" I say giving her the box.

"Hey, you shouldn't have, I got it covered. This is my house and I invited you." She smiles but takes the box. "Well, more food I guess. Come on, this way. The dining room is on the right, the living room on the left, the kitchen is this, next to the dining room here." We walk through the rooms and I look around, "let's go upstairs. We will be more comfortable." she suggests and I nod.

We make our way upstairs and she gives me a tour again. "On your right is my room, I will show you around after the movie, on your left is my uncle's." We pass by the two rooms and go to the end of the floor. There is another room there.

"Here." She opens the door for me and we both get inside. "It's like a second living room. My uncle uses it when I bring people over and we take downstairs. We tend to have series marathons with Sam quite often and we want to be close to the kitchen, so I exile him up here." She says as I look around the room.

It's not big-big, well smaller than the actual living room...it's a normal sized room I guess.. It's got a couch and a TV on the wall across from it, a wooden study, a small bookcase and on one corner there are 4 guitars, a classic, an acoustic, an electric, and an electroacoustic, and a Bass. Wow, that's a collection! I inspect them when Robin comes next to me.

"Remember I told you my dad was a musician? Juilliard graduate. He worked in the movies business for soundtracks and stuff before I was born. A year after that he was offered a position in the college music department, but the accident happened." She shrugs but her face is calm. "Neither of us plays, but my uncle wouldn't sell them, besides, they belong to me now, and the piano downstairs."

"Oh, you have a piano as well?" I ask impressed.

"Yep. But like I said, it's pretty much useless." She gestures the couch and we sit down. "Have you seen 'Into the wild'?." She takes the remote and turns on the TV.

"No, I don't think I have." I answer as I take a large box of popcorn in my arms and she does too.

"Great, it's on my top movies list. I hope you like it." She turns on the TV and the movie starts playing. Throughout the movie we comment on the things that happen, something I don't usually do when watching something, but I didn't mind this time. The movie was indeed great, although I don't know whether I feel sorry for the guy, or angry at him. I thought what he did was too much, I would have never done that. The movie ends and Robin suggests we go to her room, so that she can show me around and hang out a bit longer, and I would definitely like that.

She opens her bedroom door and I get in. The walls are lilac, something I didn't expect to be honest...she struck me as a blue kind of person, not a lilac one. Her bed is on the right side of the room, next to the wall and across from that, is her wardrobe with a huge window between them. Left to the bed, is a small bedside table and next to that, a desk with a huge window above it. On the desk I can see a laptop and a few books, while above it there is a single shelf with a vintage Cassette player. Right next to the desk is a medium sized bookcase with a variety of books I do not recognize, and a few comics. Her bathroom as I see, is on the left. But what drew my attention was the space above her bed. There are at a lot of Polaroid photos, all put together, creating an 'R', at least 3 feet tall. I get closer to it, to see it clearly and she stands behind me.

"That's pretty awesome. It's beautiful." I say and look at the pictures, one by one. The first I see is a picture dated to 1990. I see a dark blonde handsome man with blue eyes and a beautiful blonde woman with a big warm smile, in front of a Christmas tree, looking at the camera. Below it read: our first Christmas, 12-25-1990.

Next, I see the same couple, than can only be Robin's parents, in an empty house full of boxes: moving together, 03-09-1993.

A wedding picture comes next and they both look so deeply in love standing at the altar, all beautiful and blissful as well: Mr & Mrs Summers, 05-13-1994, and then some photos of Robin's mom being pregnant. The last picture of them is after the labor, where a smiling mother holds a tiny baby in her arms and the father has his arms around her, protecting her from the world: welcome to the world, peanut, 10-24-1997.

Then the pictures change. There are no pictures of Robin as a child as you would expect them to be and all the pictures had been taken within the last 3-4 years.

I see a blonde man around his late 30s, wearing a grey beanie, sitting on the sofa, sending kisses to the camera: Uncle trying new poses, 11-30-2013. There are more pictures of him around the collage at different events. Christmas, on a beach, in front of a monument, and finally at Robin's high school graduation. From all the pictures he is in, I think this is the picture that catches his emotions, because the man standing next to her, is holding her tight with the biggest smile on the world and the proudest face.

I see other people as well. The dates are all the same so I guess these are Robin's friends from high school...A girl with short brown curly hair and round sunglasses is doing the 'peace' gesture. A Latino guy with hair to his shoulders and caramel sweet eyes is holding a graffiti spray, leaning on a freshly painted wall, looking proud of himself. A blonde short girl wearing a superman t-shirt and a brunette next to her wearing a batman one hugging each other... and a beautiful blonde girl in a cheerleading outfit. Below the pictures, written, are words of love and appreciation from Robin and the names of the friends, along with an excessive use of emojis.

As I approach the end of it, there is a picture that caught my attention. A girl with dark brown curly hair and brown eyes, laying on Robin's bed with nothing but her bra and jeans shorts. She is biting her bottom lip as her fingertips run across her collarbone and her eyes seductively look at the camera. She is sexy and she knows it. Below it said: Natalie, <3

At the very end there are a few photos of Sam with 3 other kids that look exactly like her, and the "the Harris monsters" makes me certain that these are her siblings. Last photo is a photo of Sam and the girl I saw her with at the LGBT gathering, Nicky, her girlfriend, taken within this month. The picture is really sweet, as Sam is looking at Nicky while Nicky has no clue, and just smiles at Robin. Written in Robin's handwriting: #Sky(Sam&Nicky) proud mama<3

And that's the end of it. I look at it again, and especially the girl, Natalie. She is her girlfriend I suppose...but Robin said she and Sam had a thing this summer, and the photo is dated two years ago and she told me that she is single now.

"Was this girl here your girlfriend?" I ask pointing at the picture, turning around to face her.... that's when I saw that her posture has changed. Her smile has fallen and her eyes look sad and...I get it.

"She was, we were together for 2 years, through junior and senior high school. This is the last picture I took of her." She says calmly.

"You broke up because of the distance?" A lot of people do that once they get to different states, distance is hard, it's understandable.

"Actually....she cheated on me, last school party of the year. A month after the picture was taken. I haven't seen her since... she is in UCLA."

She cheated on her? How could anyone do that to Robin? She is the nicest person I know! That must have been really awful. A sad feeling settles in my stomach as I think of a broken Robin and what it must feel like to have your life change within a month, but then I guess, this is Robin's life. One minute she is a happy toddler waiting for her parents to come home, and the next, she is an orphan.

"I am sorry. She never deserved you, if she didn't appreciate you enough." I say and bring my hand on her shoulder to express my feelings. "This is really beautiful" I say pointing at the collage. "You take beautiful pictures."

"Thanks. I renew it every 2-3 years, old people go into a box and new people get on the wall, same goes for experiences. The bottom of the vertical line though, never changes. The pictures of my parents are my roots...the rest; well every moment that makes me happy, is worth honoring it every day." I stare at her and I am once again in wow. She is truly something...isn't she?

"And your ex? Why is she there if she hurt you? Are you still in love with?" I find myself asking and hoping the answer is 'No', because that girl doesn't deserve to hold Robin's heart.

"She is there because at that time I was genuinely and innocently happy. She ended up hurting me, but once upon a time she made me happy. She is nothing but a memory and experiences now. And....no, I am not in love with her any longer, I stopped being the moment she shattered my heart to be honest. That's how my heart works. I can love someone so deeply and easily but I can un-love them with ease when they hurt me. Now, I think I just miss the feeling of being with someone, holding them, staring at them...that's what I miss, not her. Besides, the moment I find a person that I can love wholeheartedly, her picture with get inside the box." She says and smiles. Her heart works in mysterious ways. I would like to change the subject because the situation got a bit sad and we should brighten it, so I point on the shelf above the desk, the cassette player.

"Where did you get that from?" I ask and she giggles.

"This is my dad's first cassette player. He got it with his own money at age 14. My uncle told me that this started his love for music and that he was obsessed with this player for years. I got it repaired 3 years ago, but as a normal person, I don't listen to cassettes anymore." She sits on the desk chair as I examine the device. I think it would probably have cost her a small fortune to get it fixed.

"What about your mom, do you have anything of hers?" I ask turning the conversation to her.

"My mom was not so sentimental with things, she loved experiences most. I have a hundred of pictures of her and dad doing crazy things before I was born. They got to travel a lot and she captured everything. Uncle says I get the photography passion from her, dad's pictures were always blurry as fuck....but I do have her rings, her engagement ring and the wedding banner. They gave them to my uncle after..." Her voice gets low and so does her face. Damn you Sophie and your questions! Ask something less dark!

"How did they meet?" I ask politely and her face lightens up. I hit a gold mine.

"Well, they met at an Elvis Castello concert in 1990. Dad was 24 and ma was 21. She was with her friends and I guess dad saw her and she caught his eyes, so when the "I want you" was on, he approached her and told her bluntly that he finds her beautiful. And then... I was born." She gestures at herself and I giggle.

"I don't think I know the song or the singer." I say lamely and she waves her hands on air.

"You are not supposed to. I only like the particularly song, although it's not as romantic as the title makes you think. It describes a tormented romantic relationship, where the girl cheated on the guy. The music is nasty as well...but it is the song that got my parents together, so it's an anthem to this house. Here, I would put it on my pc." She unlocks the pc and goes to the music file. Seconds later the song is filling the room and it is quite nasty, as she said it was. It's not to my taste but it's not awful.

After that, we talked some more about my family this time, and she asked me about my childhood, which as predicted was a boring story, minus the story of how I met Joss, and the time I had to have 3 stitches on my shoulder after I slipped on the pool board when I was 10.

Unfortunately, I had to leave her soon afterwards so that i can go home and study and work on my law essay about humanitarian Law. She walked me to my car and this time, feeling like I know her well enough, I hugged her first. And it was not weird at all.

Robin's POV

I woke up purposely at 8:30. I don't brutally get myself off my precious bed if not for educational reasons, but I have a reason to do so today. I grab my phone and open the contact to send a simple text.

To Sophie: I bet you are a morning person and hope I didn't wake you. Would you like to have breakfast with me?

Last night was a first for me. The only person who knows things about me to that length is Sam and of course my high school friends, but they are scattered around the country. Sophie asked me all those questions about my family, and without realizing it I found myself opening up to her without problem or hesitation...It felt good to have taken the trip down to memory lane again, sad or not, and I was glad I told her about it. Now that she knows my story, and I kinda know hers, I think we are at a friend's level. I mean, she even hugged me last night! I think she is opening up to me as well, at least I hope so....she is so cute when she is nervous, so different from the people I know and hang out with. While they are loud and all over the place, pretty much like Sam, she is tranquility and calm... She brings something new to my life. I like it, although I have to constantly be aware of the things I do so that I won't invade her comfort zone, but that's ok...sooner or later that won't be a problem. According to the books I have read about human behavior, I just need to give her space and wait for her to feel safe to move towards me.

The sound of the incoming text startles me and I unlock the phone eagerly.

From Sophie: Yes I am an early riser, no worries. I think I can join you for breakfast. Where?

I am impressed honestly. Not the early riser thing, I was certain of it, the willing part got me surprised.

To Sophie: Pablo's waffle house? On King's Street, be there in 30?

From Sophie: Ok, see you there.

I smile as I get to my wardrobe to pick up an outfit. I don't know Sophie to the level Joss does, but there are things I picked up during our hang outs.

She seems the antisocial person, the cold one that needs no validation from anyone and carries herself like a queen, untouchable and so in control, but what she really is, is scared. She knows she is not good with people and feels bad about it and ends up giving a totally different image of herself, which is a shame, because her true self is pretty cool. She needs her time to adjust to having new people around her and once she does, it all falls back to normal for her...Now that I think about it, Callie was like that when I first met her in junior high...So closed off and isolated, but once I introduced her to my group of friends she loosened up and became the party animal of the group. God, she was fun, I miss those dorks, thank god they will be back for Christmas.

I end up wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a red flannel...Yes, it screams gay, I know, but who cares? I grab my keys and get in the car turning the stereo on and turning the volume up.

'Come back to me while change your style again, come back to me while change your taste in men...'

Is it too early for Placebo? Whatever.... I maneuver the car out of the parking spot and drive away arriving 5 minutes early, but of course she is already there. She is leaning on her car, wearing a navy blue floral dress to her thighs, and brown oxfords. Not something I would ever wear, but she looks pretty in it. I turn off the engine and momentarily my stomach clenches. Man, I am starving I guess!

"Buongiorno principessa" I open my arms in the sky as I greet her with the infamous movie line, but not as famous I guess, cause Sophie is looking at me confused. Oh boy, I have a lot to teach her.

"Please tell me you know the movie." I ask waiting for the certain NO, and she shakes her head. My watch has just began.

"Do you have anything to do after breakfast?" She is still looking confused but shakes her head again. "Good, I am stealing you for the day." I say giving her a light hug.

"Um....ok? What for?" She asks as we make our way inside the place after I opened the door for her.

"I am educating you. Movie marathon day, you are buying popcorn." I wink and follow her. We sit on the far end of the coffee shop as the waitress comes to take our orders...She looks awfully familiar...I have definitely seen her somewhere. I order pancakes and she orders a fruit salad and a smoothie and I smirk cause she is hella predictable. Once our orders are here, I take my phone out and take a picture of them and she eye rolls. Well, this is how I roll, I am a hipster like that.

We eat our breakfast as we talk about random things, such as Hollywood gossip and new movie releases, and then about the news and more serious stuff. It's nice to have best of both worlds with a person, Sam never watches the news, she is only familiar with lgbt matters, she doesn't even know who Kim-Jong-Un is. We also share our love about books, and she recommended a few although her taste is different than mine. Mine is more dark. I blame my black stained childhood for that.

We left the place at 11 o'clock and I suggested going for a walk on the nearby park for a while and then go back home and watch a few movies, since it's still morning technically.

We walk around and she stops every now and then at some flowers that she captures on her phone. I stand behind her as she tries to take a picture of a bougainvillea, doing it all wrong, so I interfere.

"Change the light settings on the camera to -3 and zoom in the leaves. Then mess with the brightness, the contrast and the tint. You wouldn't even need a filter, trust me." I say next her ear and she jumps a bit. Boundary crossed, damn it. I take a step back as she doesn't say anything and after a few clicks, she is satisfied. I also take a picture of the cloudy sky and post it on Instagram.

We leave afterwards and she follows me home after a quick stop to the market for popcorn and then to the neighborhood's pizza place to pick up lunch. Thankfully my uncle will be at his girlfriend today, so we will have the place to ourselves, unless Sam makes a guest appearance out of the blue.

"Sit down, I go get the popcorn and some ice tea." I point to the living room as I run to the kitchen to grab what I need. I return with my hands full nearly dropping the tea on the floor as she giggles from the couch. I sit on her left taking the popcorn ball between us and I put on Netflix. Soon I find 'La vita e Bella" and rerun to the kitchen to grab napkins, not for the food...nope...for the endless tears I am about to shed. Crying in front of people is not a problem to me, I cry in the movies all the time, who cares what people think, if I wanna cry, I will damn cry.

"I should warn you. I will begin crying about 20 minutes into the movie." I say as I lay my feet on the coffee table in front of me. "I am a very empathetic person." And the movie starts to play.

And I was right, every damn time I see this movie I cry like a child. I am shaking from crying, wetting napkin after napkin as Sophie just stares at me confused and kind of worried by now.

"I promise I am fine, I am not crazy or anything." I wipe my tears and throw the napkin on the table, taking another one to be ready just in case a new wave comes.

"Um....nothing bad is happening...they just got together." She says puzzled.

"I know, I know I am foreshadowing the drama ahead." I say and sulk farther on the couch, hugging a cushion. "Just keep watching."

As the movie progresses I take glimpses of my companion. She is looking very focused, pushing her glasses up her nose and hugging the cushion. Her face is stoic and her pose regal betraying nothing, but I am very observant by nature, so I notice that every time she is emotional, she takes her eyes off the TV and turns to her right, whilst she plays with hem of her dress. I want her to feel comfortable with me, and for her to feel ok to let herself free, so I pat her shoulder to gain her attention. She turns to me and her hand automatically pushes her glasses on her nose.

"I won't think badly of you if you cry, you know. I mean I am an ugly whiner so how much worse can you be?" I say to lighten the mood and she looks down.

"I don't cry in front of people...I mean with Joss.. it's ok, I've known him for a hundred years...I don't feel ok with others...but you can cry of course, it's your house.." She murmurs and I nod. I expected as much, no shocker here, but I try again.

"Well, in case you don't want to hold it any more, your secret is safe with me, like I said, you can't look worse than me, Sam is always making fun of me, so it's cool. It's no big deal, you are not a robot, I don't expect you to be on point at all times." I tell her and we make eye contact. She nods and turns shyly on the TV.

When the movie ends I have shed all the tears I had in me for the day. I hate being so empathetic. I should be more tough man!

"Man, I cry every time, the best movie of all times! The courage of that father, and the mother's decision to go with her family, even though she was not a Jew...That's love! Right?" At that, I turn to her to get her validation on my comments...When I turn my head, she quickly turns hers to the right to avoid me but she wasn't fast enough as I got to see the corner of her eye water. Her hand wipes it discretely, but I saw it. I reach for the remaining napkins and give her one not saying anything. She takes her glasses off to properly use the napkin and I stretch my arm. "Here, let me hold that for you." I say and take it from her. Curiosity kills me and I try them on. I can fucking see! Oh my god I am blind, I can see perfectly clear!

"Holly crap, I have myopia! Holly shit!" I say as I inspect the room. That's when she laughs.

"These are not for myopia. They are just reading glasses, my eyes get tired and sting when I read or watch TV. My eyesight is perfect." She shrugs. Oh, she is gonna have it.

"Oh my god, you are a freaking hipster!" I shout and without thinking about it, I throw the cushion at her. "I assumed that you wore eye contacts whenever I saw you without them, but you actually are a hipster! I am a freaking hipster at heart but I don't have glasses!" she eye rolls and throws the cushion back narrowing her eyes at me.

"I am not a hipster, I told you my eyes are bugging me and I occasionally have headaches without them, stop making fun of me." She throws her cushion this time but I caught it mid-air.

"Fine, you are preppy then." I stick my tongue out as a eat a popcorn and wink at her. "Oh, and I was definitely right, even when you cry you look pretty, unlike me". It takes seconds for my mind to catch up with my mouth. My eyes widen and hers as well.

"I AM NOT HITTING ON YOU" I shout panicked. "I swear, I am not. I always pray my friends and compliment them for being beautiful, and smart, and talented. I am not hitting on you." I say in one breath trying to defuse the situation. Shit Ro, you can't call her pretty... I open my mouth again to probably say something stupid but she, laughing wholeheartedly, stops me. Her laugh is melodic. I look at her not pleased.

"I won't tell anybody you cried during the movie and that you are a hipster, if you forget I shout at you panicked." I say playfully and she nods still laughing.

"Deal." She stretches her hand and we have a firm handshake like we just closed a business deal and I can tell she is more loosened up now. I point at the wall clock and the time.

"Come on, let's have lunch and then we can have a Bates Motel marathon."

When she left the house it was 20:34.

***Next Day***

I make my way to the seats in middle row, pushing accidently a brunette girl that gives me a deadly glare. Relax people; I didn't do it on purpose. Freaking morning grumpy people, stop ruining other people's happy morning vibes.

"Morning, Soph." I greet her as I sit next to her. Today she is wearing a light blue shirt and a pair of black jeans along with black oxfords. She must have those shoes in every color. Her glasses are on top of her head and she is holding a pen, ready for battle, while her notebook is open in front of her. I leave my coffee on the desk and take the glasses from her, put it on and then, I open my phone and take a snapshot to send to Sam and the gang. This will make their day, as I am sure they will laugh their asses out. I send it on our group convo with the caption: now I am a true hipster, g-morning assholes, love ya all.

"Hey, give those back!" She complains playfully as she tries to get them back but I avoid her hands. "Good morning." She greets me cheerfully as I sit next to her hanging over the glasses, but not without a pout. I looked good with them on, damn it!
I take my things out on the desk and then seated comfortably on my seat, I open the music app on my phone and take my earplugs out. I select the Black Keys album and bring one earplug on my right ear and without much thought, I look at Sophie holding the other earplug, waving it at her, signaling for her to take it, but she is looking at me with a frown, so I eye roll.

"Take it, the class starts in 10, we can listen to 2 songs, maybe three if you stop looking at me like that. Go on." I shake the earplug once more and she takes it, not saying anything. Her ears are so small and cute.

Seconds later, she takes the earplug out, grimacing. "Isn't it too early for rock? It's not to my taste." I give her a disapproving look and put the earphone back on her ear with force as I put the Glass animals Album, choose 'Hazey' and raise my eyebrow waiting for her input. She moves her head to the melody but after a few seconds she stops and shakes her head. Is she kidding? Ok, it's on! Next, I chose Hayley Kiyoko's 'Girls like girls' and she seems ok with it till it reaches the chorus...then she eye rolls and shakes her head again.

'Sweater-weather' by the Neighborhood was dismissed as well although I saw her body move to the beat a bit. Ok last chance... I open the 'sleep list' file and play 'All things lost' by MS&MR... if this is not to her taste imma jump of the roof. She says nothing for the first 40 seconds into the song and I sigh in defeat but as I am about to change the song her hand grabs mine. I look up, startled by the motion and she looks apologetic as well, clearly acting without thought.

"I like it." she whispers shyly looking down and I smile patting myself on the shoulder for finding her taste in music. My sleep list is her regular list...I wonder why I was so surprised at that in the first place.

We manage to listen to the song before the professor got in and the class started. We wrote and wrote notes and comments and soon the class was over, thankfully. I get up stuffing my things in my bag absentmindedly as Sophie does the same. She is also carrying her laptop and at the moment, she is strangling to hold one bag and put the other on her shoulder. I shake my head at her dorkiness and to put her out of her misery, I grab her backpack and put in on my shoulder.

"I go to the gym, my shoulders are stronger than yours." I say and march to the door along with the hoard of students. I wait for her outside exchanging a brief convo with a fellow sophomore I know, when she stands next to me.

"Where to?" I ask and wait for directions. I have a class in 2 hours so I have time to kill.

"Um...I am done for the day. That's the only class I have on Monday...I was about to go to the coffee house and read a book."

"Nah, let's go sit on the grass, I have a class in 2 hours and the weather is pretty decent, come on." I say not bothering asking her if she wants to follow. We walk until a find a spot near a tree for shadow and I sit down. She, on the other hand does not. I raise my head and look at her trying to understand why she is not sitting down.

"I don't have anything to lay on the grass." She says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"For heaven's sake, you are wearing black jeans. Black. Sit down." My voice gives a command...I told ya, I am the dominant type. I hear her puff, but she complies without another fight, and finally sits on my left. I take the book for my next class out, 'sociology in religion', and put music on my phone to Halsey. I take a breath of fresh air and open the book to page 56 when Sophie interrupts me.

"I don't like your taste in music, turn it off, I'll put my list." She says boldly and turns her laptop on.

"Is it gonna be Beethoven?" I ask half-kidding and half-praying it is not!

"Hey, what's wrong with Beethoven?" She asks offended...oh god, it's Beethoven..

"Um... He dead?" I say and she hits my shoulder.I put my hands in the air in complete defeat ready to have a cultural brainwash as the music begins. It is piano and I may not be an expert in the classical music department but I doubt it's Beethoven. It's nice and calming, but it also makes me sad.

"What is it?" I ask her as I lean closer to her to see for myself. Her perfume is invading my nostrils...Is it lavender? Even her perfume is calming.

"Agnes Obel." She answers as the next song starts playing. "I love her music." I don't pay attention to her as I read through her file and check the songs out. She listens to Alt-J! and the Civil war? It is one of my favorite bands! We actually have something in common! Coldplay? OMG! And Daughter! Holy shit I am impressed!. Wait, wait.. London Grammar?

I found my other half in music taste!

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I am freaking impressed! Half of the stuff here are my favorite as well! Stop that sad song parade and put London grammar, ASAP. 'Wasting my young years' please, and make it quick." I command again. Her face lightens up a bit, but only for seconds, at the fact we have the same taste...Well, not the same, same, but similar. I can't believe it!

"I am more of a jazz and classical music lover if you must know, but I like modern stuff too...I haven't listen to them for a while though, piano music calms when I read and jazz music is for smart people, so that's my list to go, so no.We will listen to Agnes Obel while studying!" She deadpans putting the laptop on the grass. Damn, I could have won this battle. I return to my book when she hits me with her words again.

"Your taste in music is so weird." She comments normally and I look at her interested in her conclusion.

"Care to explain why?" I wonder, cause no one has ever said that to me. I always have Dj duties when we throw pajama parties with the others.

"You don't have a particular taste...I mean my song list has the same basis. Piano and jazz. Every song in my file, with the exceptions you saw, has those 2 elements mixed with other styles, but these 2 dominate. You on the other hand can go from rock music to pop, indie, electro, piano etc... That's weird. I wonder what a psychologist would say about that." She says and I stare at her in disbelief. Few moments later, I crack a smile which leads to me laughing hard for a minute. She, on the other hand, is sitting stiff besides me, tensed and troubled. Shyly she speaks, but not before she takes a deep breath.

"That's was offensive, I am sorry, I don't think you are crazy or anything. I tend to make horrible comments." Her head falls and she plays with her fingers, clearly embarrassed to look at me. I am having a blast with her reactions, to be honest. She can go from insulting me, completely unaware, to being a shy nervous rack afraid of people's reactions, in a split of second. I have to lighten the mood again. It seems that's a pattern with her.

"I don't know about psychologists, but my friends find my music taste awesome." I say and she turns to face me, still nervous. "This one time, we went to a club with the gang and I literally stole the show. The Dj was dating my friend Callie and he let me mess around with the music. At the end of the night the manager wanted to book me for a show. I declined, I don't share my taste with people, and I think fame would spoil me too much. I believe it's best to stay a humble college girl." I say putting my arms on my hips, raising my head, proud and all. "Besides If I become famous I would totally stop hanging out with you guys, and I wouldn't live with myself knowing that I have caused so much misery." I end my rant with a sigh as I wait for her to react. I hope she gets I am joking and not actually think I need an evaluation. We make eye contact briefly, and with a serious look she speaks.

"If I were famous I think I would hang out with Obama and other world leaders... Like, have a tea party somewhere and talk about world stuff. And I would definitely book Agnes Obel to play piano whenever I wanted." She says innocently. That's what she would do if she was famous? She gets more interesting every day.

"Oh, that's great! Please invite me to your tea party! Pretty please?" I wink and she nods smiling back at me. She is so.....so different from people I know...it's refreshing and exciting. Sam would say something lame, like hooking up with Halsey or something. As for the other's, I already know what they would do and it's not all legal, so let's not mention that. Natalie.....Natalie wanted to take me traveling around the world...at least that's what she wanted before her mind changed... and her morals I guess...

"I have been thinking..." Sophie says, interrupting my trip down memory lane. I focus on her and she continues.

"I think I want to come with you to the center...if the offer still stands that is." She asks and I beam at that. That's what you would call 'character development'.

"Yes of course the offer still stands for you. Thank you for considering it. That means a lot." I tell her and she gives me a small shy smile. "Want me to come pick you up?" I make an offer. "We can drive together. It would be better that way."

"Yeah, sure." She nods as she turns the page of her book.

"Cool, I need your address though." I say, cause even though I've known Joss since freshman year, the times I have hang out with him was at coffee shops, at parties and other people's houses.

"I was also thinking....since you have already hosted a movie night at your house...maybe you could come to our place and watch a movie in my room? Seemed only fair." She is playing with her fingers again and I can tell she is nervous. I am getting good at reading her.

"Absolutely. Yeah, we can do that! Tonight?" I also turn the page even though I didn't read a single phrase that was on it.

"Um, I was thinking about tomorrow night if you are available. If you are not, then tonight, but I would need to tidy up the house...living with Joss is kind of messy." She laughs slightly.

"Hey, no it's ok. I can do tomorrow around 6:30....but since I enjoy your company, how about we watch a movie in my house again tonight? I had a great time last night and I do have to educate you on some matters." I watch her face for any signs of discomforted at the sudden offer, but there is none.

"I guess I can come by at 7?" She says typing something on her phone.

"Yep. That's cool." I say and look at my watch. 45 minutes to class. Time passes surprisingly fast when I am with her and I wonder why.

"Ok.....um...could we maybe focus on our books now? It's rather interesting...and your book seems interesting as well." At my nod she focuses solemnly on her book zooming everything and everyone out until I have to go to class. I pat her shoulder tenderly to draw her attention, to let her know I am leaving and once I gather my stuff, I walk away.

In my mind, comes that night of the party...her figure, sleeping in my bed, the moment my hand touched her shoulder and the lecture I gave afterwards to myself, thinking she would never be my friend and that I shouldn't like her....I never thought we would get here...hanging out every day almost for two weeks now...but the thing is I want to know more. I would like to know all that miss perfect Sophie Ford is, because I know when I do find out ,she would only be more mysterious and enchanting than she already is...a puzzle that once put together, reveals a spectacular image.

That's what Sophie is...a puzzle.

She leaves my house at 22:25 and I already look forward to seeing her tomorrow.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Your comments are always appreciated