LOUIS
I wake up and I’m ready to freak the fuck out. I basically throw myself out of bed, tripping over my desk chair, and find some Post-It notes and a purple Sharpie on my desk. I just started writing as much as I could. ‘No fucking way am I gonna forget again,’ I think.

But after the fourth Post-It, my hands are shaking. But I just keep writing. ‘I have to keep going.’

“Dude,” I hear, and I turn. Alice’s standing at my door in just her underwear and bra. Her right hand’s, just, casually scratching herself. “We share a wall, ass.”

Alice’s three years older than me, but she’s really got nothing going for her. She’s an underachieving asshat.

And you can quote me on that.

“Sorry,” I whisper. I turn back to the Post-Its. I can’t remember anything. And my heart fucking sinks.

“It’s 3AM, what the hell do you need to write down?”

I breathe. “Homework due on Friday.”

She sighs and closes my door, mumbling something I don’t catch. I just look back at my Post-Its. I’ve missed putting them on the desk and now they’re all over the goddamn floor. “I need to put these in, like, a book or something.” I squat down. “Can’t have them all over the place.”

I begin getting them on my desk and I find two I hang in plain sight. One is “totally admitted we’re best friends” and the other is “never going to meet him in real life”.

I exhale in frustration.

And then my foot crinkles on another one. It says “work together to be friends with him”.

I step on something not a Post-It.

And now there’s Sharpie on my foot.