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★Ube POV

I've never a person of many words, often regarded as "the quiet one", even though I had much on my mind. I was been struggling in the past, and partially still was, going through depression. I just moved into the city for school. The air feels warm. Warmer than the forest me and Flan grew up in. I miss him already. The thick, city air only reminded me of the thin air I would frolick through without a care. I'm 26 now. 20 years. I was brought back to the present when a loud car horn blared next to me. The moving truck was filled with old band junk. Funny that it's junk to me still when I'm getting a career as a musician. At least I hope I get a career in music. Stop. I need to stop ignoring what's going on. Shut it. I get to the dorm and there's this guy, he's got this bright red fur, and this sick mullet. This person won't be important at all !! (He's wrong lmaooo) Even though it's not important to me,, totally,, I go up to him, just to say hi.. "Hey! uh I mean.. Hi! I'm Ube, uh what's your name?" Oh god, that was awful. "Uh hi? Uhm I'm Pepper. What room are you headed to? I think my dorm-mate was named Ube.." "Uh it says 'Room 210' ... 'roommate: Pepper' ! Yeah I think I'm the right guy" I looked at Pepper again. He's uhhhhh kinda cute. I'm not into him! He's just uh kinda pretty and I might want to kiss him but like in a platonic way,, like bros do !! "You alright? You said 'I think I'm the right guy' and then looked into my eyes with a dreamy look like I was a cartoonishly handsome guy and you were some village girl swooning over me??" OH FUCK HE NOTICED "UH UH NO !! I WAS JUST UHH THINKING ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND THAT I TOTALLY HAVE !!" "Oh okay" We made it up to the dorm, I felt like I was still acting weird when I was walking next to him. He had left to go get food or something, I don't remember I wasn't listening. I was flopped on top of the bed. "This dumbass,, he thinks I'm straight. Who am I kidding,, I'm deeply in love with this guy. No wonder he's called Pepper,, he's so hot that I practically melt. Why am I talking to myself, god damnit" He's been gone for a while.. it was noon when we arrived and I already unpacked and put away all my band shit. It's night now. The stars are out. I've always found comfort in the stars, hope for something better than whatever the fuck I'm doing right now. I'm just longing for someone I just met. I used to keep a diary for this shit. Why don't I keep a diary anymore you might ask? Because I was convinced that it was girly and stupid by kids at school and now I'm some fucked up band kid who gets attached to the first person I see. What am I doing. I'm thinking too much stars are supposed to be comforting. What's wrong with me. I was supposed to be a normal person, that's why my parents had me, didn't they? They didn't have me for me to be an anxious mess. Kill yourself. Do it, you wimp. You're a disgrace, die. Kill yourself, I dare yo-"SHUT UP!" My voice echoed through the room. Oh now you've done it. Everyone thinks I'm crazy now. Great, now I'm crying. Great. Yeah this is just what first impression you should make in a new place, start bawling your eyes out? You should have done it when I told you the first time. "Just stop.." I spoke through my tears. "Fuck off.. i-i don't need this.. this was supposed to be a great opportunity a-and I've already fucked it up.." I stared out my window. "You stop thinking that"

Talking to myself.

Again.

★Pepper POV

Something tells me that Ube guy doesn't actually have a girlfriend. That guy was in an MCR shirt for his first day at college. He's cute, I'll give him that. This line is taking a while. I've been at the checkout for like 20 minutes. It's like 6:00 pm, the store closes in an hour! Some guy working the register, "Okra", keeps on making small talk with this guy in front of me who bought a shit ton of baking supplies. The guy at the register looks like he's been smoking on the job, in fact he smells like it. He smells like weed. "Oh my gawwwwwd stop flirting, I'm tryna get back to my dorm, dude." He gave me this weird look like I just spoke complete nonsense. The guy buying all the baking shit ran off embarrassed, forgetting to pay for like half of his stuff. "wh- EGGNOG YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT!!" The alarm at the doors went off, but I only for like a second. This grocery store is hella old and no one really takes care of it. Okra ran off to try catching him. I snickered at the scene. Another cashier came in to the register, running. "Hi-I'm-Popsicle-how can-I-help?" she said, completely out of breath. "Yeah, hi, thanks, just these." I put all my stuff on the conveyor. Spaghetti-Os, ramen, kettle, lunch meat, bread, cheese, other kinds of cheese, other other kinds of cheese, cheese sticks, seasonings, and an entire chuck steak. Popsicle gave me this look, probably disbelief in the fact that I would know what I was doing with a steak. I didn't want to get judged, so what did I do? Lied, of course! "My uh mom told me to pick it up for Christmas dinner." "It's September." "Well I was just tryna be prepared, sheesh" I dramatically rolled my eyes. She was not buying it. It was still funny. I then proceeded to buy my shit and walk out. I guess I just drive back now. I'm driving back now. Still thinking about my roommate. Feel like we didn't properly meet. Y'know what. I turned off to the gas station. I got him a Push-Pop. Like, the little orange ice cream things. Alright. Now I'm going back.

★Narrator POV

Pepper came back to the dorm, carrying all the groceries. After all, he was on the second floor, he couldn't really make 2 trips. Ube was still bawling his eyes out. "Oh shit." Ube said under his breath. He cleared his face of any remaining tears. He unlocked the door for Pepper. "Hey!! uh funny seeing you here!!" Ube said, trying to act natural. He was failing terribly. "Not really, we share the dorm, wise-guy." Pepper joked, unintentionally speaking in a rude tone."HAHA YEAH uh I mean uh yeah!! I was uh being silly !!" Ube nervously replied. They put the groceries away. And by they I mean Ube because he's a frail loser who does whatever he's told. They both eventually went to their beds. And I didn't say sleep because only Pepper slept. Ube stayed awake.

«Im ending here because of the giant Ube POV»

1202 words, this took like a little less than a week I think.

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★Ube POV

Ugh, I didn't sleep at all. Why does that guy have to be so DREAMY, GOD DAMNIT! I squeezed my cheap plastic cup. "You've got to stop doing that.." I muttered to myself. The baristo gave me a look. And not a good one. I kicked my leg up and down, anxious. I had to be in class soon. What do I do. Why am I worried. Its not like I'm in middle school. We're grown adults, it's a college. Stop it. Oh fuck, what is Pepper doing here. I thought he would be too cool for a place like this. I got out of there without him noticing me, that was a close one. Wh- what? Why did I do that. We have something in common now, we like the same coffee shop, I could have talked to him.

No you couldn't have.

I could have talked to him but it's too late now, because then it would be weird for me to walk back in after walking out.

Yeah, you fucked it up. The usual.

Shut the fuck up.

Make me. I'm your mind, normal functional people can control theirs. Why can't you- oh wait. You're a little fuck who can't do anything right. And you know it. You're going to mess this up too, because you think about it. Normal fucking people don't do that. Don't say shit about this, and everyone will think we're normal.

We? You're not part of me. There's no we there is me and my self-conscious. Not a "we".

There you go again, yammering on and on about "being yourself" "I don't care what people think", well you do care. Everyone cares, that's what you've been told all your life. But you're doing it wrong, you care too much.

About what? All I care about right now is you shutting your fucking mouth.

Exactly.

Stop. I don't want you, leave.

Make me.

My alarm tolled, snapping me out of my own head. Music. That's what's important today. My instrument was still in my dorm. I won't need it today, it's probably just going to be dumb shit like ice breakers or whatever.

★Pepper POV

Wow, was that the emo boy from my dorm? Man, he's looking pretty cute today. He was wearing this really nice MCR shirt and these dark purple cargo pants. He also had this cute black and white striped long sleeve under his T-shirt. He's outside right now. He's pacing around with his cup still in hand. Is he alright? Should I check on him? No, he might be weirded out if I try helping. We hardly know each other. Yeah, I'll try to ask at the dorms. The baristo looked familiar, but I didn't bother to ask Wait. "Mocha?" "Oh shit, do I know you?" "Probably not, but I was in your middle school science class and for some reason our teacher kept pairing us up even though I fucked up every assignment and you cried about it." "Yeah that sounds about right." "So how ya doin~~" "Pretty good, actually. I'm on my 5th year, going for my doctorate. Only reason I'm here is because they pay good and the slightest bit of work experience for a job application." "Well uh that's cool I'm going to my first day right now, I'm studying uh uh uhh infrastructure" "... infrastructure? So your doing architecture?" "... yep!" "Oooh kay, well, I have to get back to work. I still have a little bit on my shift before I can go." "Uhh ok" I walked out. I wasn't actually doing infrastructure. I was here for music because I didn't know what to choose for my degree. I wanted to do sports, but I wasn't able to get a scholarship. It is what it is, I guess.

622 words!

This one's pretty short bc I didn't feel like writing the classes because that would be boring :P

Uh next chapter will be better, I promise.