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Having to edit your schedule for an unreliable coworker is always the worst. Usually you had an earlier shift, lasting from around ten in the morning to three in the afternoon. Pretty decent for part time, you'd say. Unfortunately the day before you had to begin studying for an upcoming college exam, a coworker who had a later shift was absent. This caused your manager to ask you to stay for longer, from ten in the morning to six.
You would wake up pretty early and stay up late most of the time, but with exams coming up, you couldn't afford to do this. Sure, it was a Barnes and Nobles you worked at, but the usual six hours was enough for you to feel tried every afternoon when you returned to your apartment complex. Especially when your greeted with your roommate Juliette who would invite boys over all the time when you just wanted to have peace and quiet.
Right now, you were outside your front door of your apartment, fumbling for your keys as you noticed the sun beginning to set. The sky was less of a bright blue and more muddy with streaks of mustard yellow. The clouds were still out, making the sky seem just a bit more grey. Today was cold, snow was expected to fall over the city of Denver, Colorado the next day.
Eventually you found your keys in your jacket, and unlocked the door and opened it. You looked up and saw Juliette on another random dude sitting on the couch, shoving each other's tongues down each other's throats. You gasped, in suprise and disgust, your keys falling to the floor, a loud clatter rang throughout the room.
Juliette gasped too as she pulled away from this week's boy toy. Her face went red with anger and embarrassment. She pointed her index finger at the general direction of your bedroom while yelling at you. "GET OUT!"
The girl was usually sweet, but you could understand her anger when you walked in on her, probably being a cock block. You knelt down quickly and grabbed your keys that fell to the wooden flooring while calling out "Sorry, sorry!" Averting your eyes from the two as you did so. You sped walked your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you, a sigh of relief escaping your lips.
You pulled off the sleeves of your jacket and threw it onto your cheap rolly chair your mom bought you from Costco when you were sixteen. You pulled your tan knitted turtleneck sweater from over your head and tossed it on top of the jacket. Locking the door, you changed from your work clothes into some comfortable pajamas. It's not like you're going to be seeing anyone other than Juliette and maybe that guy for today. Then again, she might toss him out when the morning comes like usual. Boys rarely stay for more than two weeks.
Sighing, you grabbed your phone and your earbuds, plugging them into the headphone jack at the bottom of your phone. You decided on playing some music on full blast since you knew damn well that Juliette and the guy would be loud. You learned over time to do this when she brought boys over.
Going to spotify, you played your current favorite song, "is your bedroom ceiling bored?" by Sody and Cavetown. It had been stuck in your head for weeks and you weirdly felt like you related to it even though the last time you felt close to having a relationship was with a guy in highschool before he moved away. You felt like you two had a connection even though you guys were just young, dumb teenagers. Still, you couldn't help but wish you kept in contact with him.
The two of you weren't together, you were sure it was completely one sided. But you still couldn't help but have the biggest crush on him no matter if he was your best friend or not. You thought you might've had hope until he moved away and ghosted you. At the time you hated him for it, but looking back at it, he probably just got a new phone. He did break his phone a little less than a week before he left anyway.
The song you played was so beautiful, the accent slips of the two Brits adding almost a sort of authenticity that you just adored from a music perspective. The melody was almost hypnotic, you could listen to it for hours without getting bored - you had done so before, not getting sick of it. You pressed the repeat button so you could listen to the track over and over until you felt like you had appreciated it enough.
It just made you think of him, the song did. The boy from your senior year of highschool. You couldn't get Karl Jacobs out of your mind for some unknown reason.
Though the song kept you entertained music wise, you still wanted some visual stimulation to keep you from accidentally falling asleep when you needed to study for that damn exam tonight. Of course, like you always did, you were gonna procrastinate until maybe around ten at night. It's what you do best.
Unlocking your phone, you opened Instagram and began to scroll aimlessly with no real goal. A couple of meme accounts you followed showed up on your timeline. You laughed at the dumb reposted videos from TikTok or Twitter, liked, and moved on. You repeated the process with celebrity accounts that came up as well.
Sebastian Stan's account came up, and you might've gotten a little distracted and you began to stalk his page for the five hundredth time this week. What could you say? That man was fine as hell, even the most heterosexist dude would fold for him.
Eventually you got back on track, scrolling, scrolling, and scrolling until your wrist hurt from holding up your phone. Eventually you got to a picture posted by an account. You saw a guy in it and he looked extremely familiar.
It couldn't be though, right? I mean, the account was verified, plus the post had hundreds of thousands of likes. And you were pretty sure that was Mr. Beast. The username did say Karl Jacobs, but you found it hard to believe. You zoomed into the picture and sure enough, it was him.
Karl from senior year, the kid who started Hawaiian shirt Tuesday and the Video Game club. The guy you had a massive crush on.
Your heart skipped a beat or two, as you held in a squeal. Calming yourself down, you tried to decide what to do, eventually coming to the conclusion that you should send him a quick DM. You typed one out and sent it before you had enough time to overthink it, then not send it at all. You did that often.
Hey Karl, it's me (Y/n). Remember me? We had senior year together five years ago and we were kinda close. You sorta ghosted me. Get to me whenever you can, no pressure! :)
As a distraction, you sat up and went to your desk to begin the studying. Being on your phone will only make you more anxious and antsy. He has millions of followers, you'll be lucky if even he sees it.
It had been about forty five minutes of you skimming though your college textbook when you suddenly felt a buzz from your phone - a notification.
There your heart is again, skipping beats. You grabbed your phone and opened the notification hesitantly. He messaged you back.
Damn its rlly been 5 years? Way to make me feel old (Y/n) 💀
Jk, I've been wanting to reconnect. Ty for reaching out! :D
Holy shit.