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Every once in a while there is a singular person that will change your life. You may not know it right away, but as soon as they are gone, you'll realize how lucky you were to have met them.

Mikaela;

The rhythmic beat of the bass emanates through the walls of the small ranch house. The brick allowing the house to be replicated up and down the blocks of the downtrodden Massachusetts neighborhood, the patrons curled up in the cozy beds of each and every little house. A clean cut neighborhood with exemplary citizens, all patriotic Americans with their minds set on droning on and on with their simple lives, earning their wages just to retire and continue to drone on in normality. The exception was the house that was surrounded by a multitude of automobiles and vehicles, the music flowing through every crack and crevice of the bricks, the hum of voices mixing and meshing with the octaves and the notes of every musical beat. Shadows of people flit past the open windows, showing only a glimpse of the life that occurred on the the inside.
With the black sedan I pull up in, it blends in perfectly with the array of vehicles all big and small, lined up and down the quiet suburban neighborhood. Uncertainty floods my mind, stepping into the dark street I feel out of place. This is not where I should be. This is not where I belong. In a disembodied state I walk, one foot in front of the other to the front door, placing my finger on the doorbell and lightly pressing it, only soon after realizing that it is a stupid choice since the loud crescendos and chords of the music from inside would be flooding the ears of all inside. Go back, back to the car, back to security, my mind screams, taking over my nerves, my limbs, my being. I almost give in. Almost. Then, the door opens, a friendly face, a happy smile, the voice of the girl who invited me. A few complimentary greetings on the outfits we are wearing and how great it is to see each other. The two of us traverse into the crowded house, body warmth filling the air, spreading and expanding, making the once cozy house stuffy. Liquor permeates the senses, drowning out taste buds and seeping into the receptors of the nostrils. A few acquaintances greet me, an icy beer slips into my palm, and soon I am as alone as anyone could get in this crammed abode.
Strangers' faces blur past, the alcohol burning my throat and sliding down to my stomach where it will settle and wreak havoc on my body. My feet find their way to the kitchen where even more people congregate, laughing and gathering around the watering hole to indulge their guilty pleasure of alcoholic beverages. I tos the bottle into the recycling, hearing the clink and crash of the shattering glass on glass. I swivel around and face the crowd, smile at the surrounding strangers and flirt a bit with a nearby guy. This lasts for only a few minutes before boredom fills me and I have the urge to leave. That's when it happens. The same face that had been addressing the crowd of people hours earlier is standing across the kitchen chatting with a few peers. There's a hiccup in my heart and I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins. Hormones surge and I know they crave to take over, bringing my senses to be fine tuned to the urges of sex. I stand there though, mesmerized by his very being. The alcohol has numbed my senses though and has compromised my morals. The way his lips curve around the words he articulates and the crinkle of skin at the corner of his eyes when he smiles makes me want to abandon the introverted shell that I have carved for myself and strike up a conversation with him. Instead, I stand with my hands clammy yet my skin aflame with heat with every beat my heart shudders through. My hand trails through the fine golden strands that were my hair and grab another beer, determined to build up the courage to go and make conversation.
The cold beverage once again burns up my throat but as it starts to digest in my stomach, I feel myself growing in confidence and with that, I feel my feet stumble forward, a sly smile on my visage as I traverse towards him. Without thinking, I pick up a beer and then come crashing down on the cold tile floor, my feet becoming the best of me as they trip me up and allow my body to crumble into itself and feel the cold tiles pressing softly against the flushed red of my cheeks. All of the courage leaves my body and suddenly I am ashamed, all eyes, including his, are on me and their mocking laughter haunts my eardrums as I gather myself quickly and try to laugh it off, brushing off the klutzy and drunken maneuver. Bottles fly into the trash and I rushed out of the room, only looking up once to briefly catch his eye as I hustle through the mob of college students and finally reach the cool fresh breath of the icy wind of the November air that floods over me, cooling me down while I scramble towards my car. Keys fumble through my fingers until the unlock button is securely positioned under my thumb.
I'm sitting in the sedan again, the same place I was thirty minutes ago. But, thirty minutes ago I hadn't embarrassed myself in front of many of my peers. My heart is in my throat, pounding and leaping, threatening to escape through my slightly open jaw. With that, I close it and look up at the road ahead of me, milling with young adults stumbling from the party, supported by helpful friends willing to drive them hope. The keys seem to take on a mind of their own as they fit into the lock and turn, starting the engine. Mechanically I shift the car into drive and before I know it, I'm on my way back to my dorm, sure that I just made the biggest mistake in my life.
It's about nine when I finally stumble into my dorm room and collapse on my bed face first, my roommate looking up from her studies to give me a quick glance over.
"Rough night?" Her monotone voice would be off-putting to most, but for those who knew her best, it was just the way she was. A groan is my only reply as I slip my shoes off and crawl under my covers, pulling the sheets over my head to avoid talking with her. She doesn't object and instead goes back to her paper. The thoughts of the schoolwork that needs to be done fills my head, trouncing about my mind, poking and jabbing at the lobes of my brain, insisting that I get up and stop being such a lazy ass. The more rational section of me protests, allowing me to roll over and allow the darkness of sleep to claim my eyes and thoughts until I slide into the sleeps sweet embrace.

Description
Every once in a while there is a singular person that will change your life. You may not know it right away, but as soon as they are gone, you'll realize how lucky you were to have met them.

Mikaela;

The rhythmic beat of the bass emanates through the walls of the small ranch house. The brick allowing the house to be replicated up and down the blocks of the downtrodden Massachusetts neighborhood, the patrons curled up in the cozy beds of each and every little house. A clean cut neighborhood with exemplary citizens, all patriotic Americans with their minds set on droning on and on with their simple lives, earning their wages just to retire and continue to drone on in normality. The exception was the house that was surrounded by a multitude of automobiles and vehicles, the music flowing through every crack and crevice of the bricks, the hum of voices mixing and meshing with the octaves and the notes of every musical beat. Shadows of people flit past the open windows, showing only a glimpse of the life that occurred on the the inside.
With the black sedan I pull up in, it blends in perfectly with the array of vehicles all big and small, lined up and down the quiet suburban neighborhood. Uncertainty floods my mind, stepping into the dark street I feel out of place. This is not where I should be. This is not where I belong. In a disembodied state I walk, one foot in front of the other to the front door, placing my finger on the doorbell and lightly pressing it, only soon after realizing that it is a stupid choice since the loud crescendos and chords of the music from inside would be flooding the ears of all inside. Go back, back to the car, back to security, my mind screams, taking over my nerves, my limbs, my being. I almost give in. Almost. Then, the door opens, a friendly face, a happy smile, the voice of the girl who invited me. A few complimentary greetings on the outfits we are wearing and how great it is to see each other. The two of us traverse into the crowded house, body warmth filling the air, spreading and expanding, making the once cozy house stuffy. Liquor permeates the senses, drowning out taste buds and seeping into the receptors of the nostrils. A few acquaintances greet me, an icy beer slips into my palm, and soon I am as alone as anyone could get in this crammed abode.
Strangers' faces blur past, the alcohol burning my throat and sliding down to my stomach where it will settle and wreak havoc on my body. My feet find their way to the kitchen where even more people congregate, laughing and gathering around the watering hole to indulge their guilty pleasure of alcoholic beverages. I tos the bottle into the recycling, hearing the clink and crash of the shattering glass on glass. I swivel around and face the crowd, smile at the surrounding strangers and flirt a bit with a nearby guy. This lasts for only a few minutes before boredom fills me and I have the urge to leave. That's when it happens. The same face that had been addressing the crowd of people hours earlier is standing across the kitchen chatting with a few peers. There's a hiccup in my heart and I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins. Hormones surge and I know they crave to take over, bringing my senses to be fine tuned to the urges of sex. I stand there though, mesmerized by his very being. The alcohol has numbed my senses though and has compromised my morals. The way his lips curve around the words he articulates and the crinkle of skin at the corner of his eyes when he smiles makes me want to abandon the introverted shell that I have carved for myself and strike up a conversation with him. Instead, I stand with my hands clammy yet my skin aflame with heat with every beat my heart shudders through. My hand trails through the fine golden strands that were my hair and grab another beer, determined to build up the courage to go and make conversation.
The cold beverage once again burns up my throat but as it starts to digest in my stomach, I feel myself growing in confidence and with that, I feel my feet stumble forward, a sly smile on my visage as I traverse towards him. Without thinking, I pick up a beer and then come crashing down on the cold tile floor, my feet becoming the best of me as they trip me up and allow my body to crumble into itself and feel the cold tiles pressing softly against the flushed red of my cheeks. All of the courage leaves my body and suddenly I am ashamed, all eyes, including his, are on me and their mocking laughter haunts my eardrums as I gather myself quickly and try to laugh it off, brushing off the klutzy and drunken maneuver. Bottles fly into the trash and I rushed out of the room, only looking up once to briefly catch his eye as I hustle through the mob of college students and finally reach the cool fresh breath of the icy wind of the November air that floods over me, cooling me down while I scramble towards my car. Keys fumble through my fingers until the unlock button is securely positioned under my thumb.
I'm sitting in the sedan again, the same place I was thirty minutes ago. But, thirty minutes ago I hadn't embarrassed myself in front of many of my peers. My heart is in my throat, pounding and leaping, threatening to escape through my slightly open jaw. With that, I close it and look up at the road ahead of me, milling with young adults stumbling from the party, supported by helpful friends willing to drive them hope. The keys seem to take on a mind of their own as they fit into the lock and turn, starting the engine. Mechanically I shift the car into drive and before I know it, I'm on my way back to my dorm, sure that I just made the biggest mistake in my life.
It's about nine when I finally stumble into my dorm room and collapse on my bed face first, my roommate looking up from her studies to give me a quick glance over.
"Rough night?" Her monotone voice would be off-putting to most, but for those who knew her best, it was just the way she was. A groan is my only reply as I slip my shoes off and crawl under my covers, pulling the sheets over my head to avoid talking with her. She doesn't object and instead goes back to her paper. The thoughts of the schoolwork that needs to be done fills my head, trouncing about my mind, poking and jabbing at the lobes of my brain, insisting that I get up and stop being such a lazy ass. The more rational section of me protests, allowing me to roll over and allow the darkness of sleep to claim my eyes and thoughts until I slide into the sleeps sweet embrace.