lonelycollegegirl
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As usual Emily arrived at her 10am class twenty minutes early. It was the first day of winter quarter, and she had to get there early to assure she'd get her first pick at seats. She always sat close enough to the front so that she could pay better attention, but far enough away so she wouldn't be called on. The middle always served as her favorite place to sit, though her best friend wouldn't always agree.
Emily and Ian had been best friends since she could remember. He moved next door to her when she was 7, and they instantly became friends. They spent every day together - playing video games, sports, whatever kids did. Emily was more of a tomboy growing up, so having a boy for a best friend wasn't a problem. Besides, she didn't have many friends throughout school. She'd had a few girl friends, but none of her friendships compared to the one she had with Ian. He'd been the one who was always there for her, no matter what. They'd share millions of good times together, but it was the bad times that had brought them closer.
Emily was 14 when her mother died in car accident, and it was the single most difficult thing she'd ever gone through in her life. Her father turned to alcohol to numb his pain, and he spent his days passed out on the couch and his nights crying uncontrollably in his bedroom. Emily couldn't take the pain of hearing her father's sobbing, and she remembered every night sneaking into Ian's room where she'd cry herself to sleep. Ian had been the one person who was there for her at her lowest point, and that's what had affirmed their friendship in her mind. From that first night she climbed through his window and he held her while she cried, Emily knew that Ian loved her, and that they'd be lifelong friends, no matter the different paths they went on in high school.
Emily kept to herself throughout high school; she was more focused on her school work. She wasn't a nerd by any shot, but she definitely was not in the popular crowd. Ian on the other hand was quite the ladies man through school, but somehow they still managed to stay friends. And friends were all they were. Their relationship had never crossed that line into anything similar to romance. They didn't see each other in that way. Besides, he was too busy with his countless tirades with multiple women, and Emily enjoyed hearing all of his crazy stories. She even added her two cents once in a while, but he never really cared to hear it.
And even now, 19 and halfway through their freshman year at college, they still were as close as they'd ever been. When they were accepted into the same college, they'd agreed to try and take at least one class each quarter together so that they could share some of the "college experience" together. This quarter, it was history. Not one of Emily's favorite topics, which is why she knew she had to pay extra close attention. She knew Ian wouldn't be pleased with her choice of sitting, but he'd get used to it. He always had. She put her backpack on the seat next to her and pulled out her laptop to start it up as she waited for her best friend to come in and save her from her loneliness.
Emily and Ian had been best friends since she could remember. He moved next door to her when she was 7, and they instantly became friends. They spent every day together - playing video games, sports, whatever kids did. Emily was more of a tomboy growing up, so having a boy for a best friend wasn't a problem. Besides, she didn't have many friends throughout school. She'd had a few girl friends, but none of her friendships compared to the one she had with Ian. He'd been the one who was always there for her, no matter what. They'd share millions of good times together, but it was the bad times that had brought them closer.
Emily was 14 when her mother died in car accident, and it was the single most difficult thing she'd ever gone through in her life. Her father turned to alcohol to numb his pain, and he spent his days passed out on the couch and his nights crying uncontrollably in his bedroom. Emily couldn't take the pain of hearing her father's sobbing, and she remembered every night sneaking into Ian's room where she'd cry herself to sleep. Ian had been the one person who was there for her at her lowest point, and that's what had affirmed their friendship in her mind. From that first night she climbed through his window and he held her while she cried, Emily knew that Ian loved her, and that they'd be lifelong friends, no matter the different paths they went on in high school.
Emily kept to herself throughout high school; she was more focused on her school work. She wasn't a nerd by any shot, but she definitely was not in the popular crowd. Ian on the other hand was quite the ladies man through school, but somehow they still managed to stay friends. And friends were all they were. Their relationship had never crossed that line into anything similar to romance. They didn't see each other in that way. Besides, he was too busy with his countless tirades with multiple women, and Emily enjoyed hearing all of his crazy stories. She even added her two cents once in a while, but he never really cared to hear it.
And even now, 19 and halfway through their freshman year at college, they still were as close as they'd ever been. When they were accepted into the same college, they'd agreed to try and take at least one class each quarter together so that they could share some of the "college experience" together. This quarter, it was history. Not one of Emily's favorite topics, which is why she knew she had to pay extra close attention. She knew Ian wouldn't be pleased with her choice of sitting, but he'd get used to it. He always had. She put her backpack on the seat next to her and pulled out her laptop to start it up as she waited for her best friend to come in and save her from her loneliness.