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Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

Drew had it bad. He simply couldn't get her off his mind. Since she'd asked him to borrow his notes, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Amy had been his secret crush for about as long as he'd been in college. She was beautiful and smart, and she was always cheerful. The only problem was that boyfriend of hers. Of course, he wouldn't dream of stealing her away--she always seemed so happy when she talked about him. He'd never met the guy, but he liked to imagine that he was undeserving of such a great girl. Sighing, he ran a hand through his dark blonde hair. His bright green eyes struggled to keep focused on the lecturing professor instead of the girl he wanted more than anything right now. And he'd noticed recently that she was looking kind of sad and unfocused herself. He wondered if something was bothering her because she kept asking for his notes. Sophie was having a blast. They were studying sixties art, and frankly, the practice of it was way more fun than it sounded. Currently, they had little water balloons filled with paint, each attached to a large canvas. Armed with darts, the students were carefully selecting colors to let explode and drip into the art piece they were creating. Evan would get a kick out of this--Drew would be amused too. She laughed and screamed as a dart flew past her head and burst a balloon full of neon pink paint, splattering her and several classmates. So it was that the paint fiasco of 2013 began. Darts were flying everywhere, people were chasing each other with bottles of paint, and more paint was getting on people than the canvases. At this point, campus security would need to be called to break the whole thing up. Drenched in paint and laughing her ass off, Sophie managed to find her professor in the mess. I loved it, but I think I need to leave before I get hurt or completely turn purple or something. When the professor let her go, she made her way back toward her dorm, wondering how to explain her appearance to others. Her golden skin was covered in bright neon paints, her chocolate brown hair was splattered, and her clothes would have to be replaced for sure. Then again, she'd chosen old stuff anyway. Maybe she'd just keep it. They would have to dry, though. Her roommate probably wouldn't like it much, but she'd have to deal.
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

Amy wasn't sure what was going on. Drew's notes were scattered all over her desk, her hand quickly scribbling random tidbits in no particular order into her notebook. She wasn't even sure what class she was in at the moment. The teacher was talking, but she wasn't listening to him. The teacher's voice was someone else's, someone Amy had thought she had been very close to. Someone who hadn't felt the same way, apparently. Someone who had left her. Amy was devastated. Her bright blonde hair was messy, her make-up smeared. Her green eyes were gave off an impression she was somewhere else. She shouldn't be in this class. She couldn't think, couldn't concentrate. Sighing to her self, she passed Drew back his notes with a silent thank you, grabbed her bags, and nearly ran out of the room. It was a long walk back to her dorm, and if she was lucky, Sophie wouldn't be there. She would get time to herself. Racquetball was something that Evan loved. It was fast paced, simple, and had that slight hint of danger. Evan loved it. The brown-haired Evan jumped around the court, smashing his racket into the ball, causing it to crash into the wall across from him. It wasn't until Ryan stepped in, racket in hand, did Evan miss the ball, getting pegged in the shin and falling over. He let out a long string of curses. Ryan only laughed. Good job, mate, he said, helping Evan up after Evan had ceased cursing. Fuck you, Evan replied, his hazel eyes set with an angry glare. Ryan sauntered over and picked up the ball, tossing it back to Evan. So, I left Amy today. Evan wasted no time in serving the ball. Really? Evan said. You guys were together forever. Ryan easily returned the serve, and soon, the two were smashing the ball just as hard and fast as Evan had been earlier. Yeah, man, Ryan said, But she was just getting too into her studies. The ball wizzed past his head, and he did not return it in time. Damn, he cursed, shaking his head. As Evan ran after the ball, Ryan continued. She wasn't into having fun anymore, Ryan said, giving exaggerated pelvic thrusts to ensure his meaning was sent. Evan laughed, shaking his head as he served the ball. You're an ass, Evan said. At least I had a woman, Ryan replied. You're dead! Evan roared back in responce, stepping up his game one hundred fold.
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

Something was obviously wrong. Amy usually never had trouble focusing, and it would have been clear to a blind man that she was sad. When she gave him his notes back he blinked and nodded. Any time... And then she practically ran out of the room. Drew frowned, wanting to go after her. Whatever was bothering her, she probably shouldn't be alone...but then, that's probably what she wanted if she was leaving. Deciding that he should try his best to pay attention for her, he focused in on the lecture, taking detailed notes so that he could explain anything about which she might be confused. Even if he couldn't be a shoulder for her to cry on or make the tears stop, he could do this much for her. Amy was special, and she didn't deserve this kind of pain. Though he didn't know what this was all about, he desperately wanted to be there for her. He'd have to talk to Sophie about all this and see if he could learn anything else. Maybe she'd have some ideas for cheering the girl up? Sophie was, unfortunately, in the room when Amy returned. By this time, she'd gotten the paint off of her person the only remaining stuff was making her clothes more interesting. She had her jeans and shirt hanging on a drying wrack she used for projects. It was set up next to their fan and was almost dry. The artist had just finished blowing out her hair and styling it again when Amy entered their shared space. Though she wasn't really fond of the girl, she could tell something was wrong the minute she came in. For one thing--her class wasn't quite over yet. For another, she looked kind of like a mess. Hey, she said, putting her stuff away. Get out of class early? she asked, putting the finishing touches on her very light layer of make up. As a rule, Sophie tried not to make eye-contact unless they were actually having a conversation, but even she could see that Amy was going through something rough. Granted, living with the girl was mostly a bummer because Drew couldn't stop fawning over her, Sophie wasn't made of stone. If Amy didn't bring it up, she would definitely ask what was wrong. As it was, she was home a bit early from her art class, dressed in a pair of college sweats and a pretty t-shirt instead of what she'd left wearing. Maybe that would come up first. Who knew?
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

I...yeah, Amy stammered, something that she usually didn't do. Her room smelled of paint, and Amy quickly located the source Sophie's paint covered clothes drying on the rack Sophie owned. Amy just dropped her stuff on the bed, turning and sitting at her desk, letting her head fall into her arms. The paint smell was driving her crazy, and she wished more then anything that Sophie hadn't have been here. She wanted to break down, cry, yell, and scream Sophie's presence made that impossible. After a few seconds, Amy raised her head and looked back at Sophie. Why...are your clothes covered in paint? Amy's voice was strained, her disinterest and depression apparent. It was obvious she was making avoiding what was bothering her, and it was obvious she wasn't in the place to do so. Evan trekked across the campus courtyard, heading back to his dorm-room. The walk from the racquetball court wasn't a long one, but Ryan had worn Evan out. It seemed as if he was walking miles uphill, despite it being quite the opposite. As he walked, Evan looked about, idly checking the crowds and people for someone he knew. If he was going to walk uphill, he thought, at least he could have some company. There was no one important about, at least that Evan saw. Sighing to himself, his thoughts returned to his and Ryan's conversation a few minutes ago. Ryan had left Amy because she had stopped putting out as often, a fact that bothered Evan. It wasn't a proper reason to leave someone, Evan thought, and it pissed him off to think anyone could be so shallow. Still, Ryan was his friend, so Evan had kept his thoughts mostly to himself. He just played extra hard, evident in the fact the game only lasted a couple of minutes before both boys were worn out. Evan idly wondered if that had been symbolism for something else. For Ryan, that is.
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

Sophie sighed softly. So that's how she wanted it, huh? You know. If something's bothering you, you can tell me. I can't guarantee it will help or anything, but if you feel the need... she shrugged and grabbed a sierra mist out of the mini fridge they shared, setting it down on the girl's desk. Sorry about the paint. We were going into 60s art and different techniques. One thing led to another and it turned into a paint fight, she said with a little chuckle. It might have been okay if it weren't for all the darts flying around. Once the paint is dry, I'll find a way to take care of the smell. Anyway, if you won't tell me what's wrong, I suppose I could leave for awhile. But you really shouldn't hold stuff like that in. Once class was over, Drew decided to head to the library. He could make copies of his notes for Amy. Or maybe he should scan them and send them to her email? Or was that too impersonal? Frowning, he decided he could always do both. Maybe he ought to call Sophie while he was at it. She lived with Amy, so maybe she could tell him what was up. Or maybe he could just drop by for a surprise visit? Yeah, and he could bring those copies with him since Amy had left early. Then he could casually ask why she was .... And now he was just being stupid. He didn't need to be so damn sneaky about it, did he? He would just go with the notes and explain that he was a little worried, and ask Amy herself. Maybe she just wanted to be alone, but he didn't have to stay long if she didn't want him there. Nodding, he stood up a little straighter and walked a little faster to the library.
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

Amy looked at the Sierra Mist, silent. It was like the tide breaking over the damn when Sophie mentioned not holding anything in Amy seemed to explode into sobs, her head falling into her hands, her whole body shaking with each sob. Through her sobs, the words Ryan left me, could be heard. Amy tried to tell Sophie the rest of the story, but it was lost in her tears, her sobs drowning out any words that may have attempted to escape. It was no secret that Amy and Ryan had been together for a long time, especially compared to today's standards. Three years and counting! As far as anyone knew, even Amy, they were happy. The break-up had blind-sided Amy, and the way Ryan had conducted it had made her think he had been planning it for a while. He had been quick, to the point he left before she had any time to object. Why had she done that had drove him away? Was she mean to him? Did she forget something important? The poor girl couldn't voice her concerns she could only sob into her hands.
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

Frowning, Sophie put a hand on Amy's shoulder. Hey, now. You'll be okay. She sat down in the chair next to Amy's and gently rubbed the girl's back. Breakups were always rough, but even she knew how long Ryan had been with her. After so long, they were breaking it off now? No wonder the girl was upset. Then again, she hadn't ever really liked Ryan that much. He was a decent guy, but something about him was just so....smarmy. It wasn't really that much of a surprise that Ryan had been the one to end things, but it was kind of out of left field. Of the many topics surrounding Amy that Drew droned on about, she had to agree with him about Ryan. He didn't really seem deserving enough to have someone like Amy. She wasn't a bad person at all. Really Sophie's somewhat intense distaste for the girl came from the fact that Drew liked her so much. She wasn't above jealousy when his obvious preference for the girl was constantly rubbed in her face. Living with her was a little bit like a nightmare sometimes, but it wasn't because she was mean or rude or anything. It was because she was so damn nice . Sighing, the artist wondered what Amy would do if she knew about Drew's crush. Tell you what. You cry some more. I'll get you some tissues, and when you calm down a little, you can tell me what's going on, kay? With that she gave Amy's shoulder a squeeze and went to grab the box of tissues off the top of their mini-fridgenightstand.
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

Amy turned and let her head fall back onto her arms on the desk, sobbing away. It wasn't until she noticed the tissues nearby that she roused up, and her sobs began to subside, dwindle down. The logical side of Amy kicked in, and she knew she had to keep at least some of her feelings down. She couldn't just cry. That wouldn't make her feel better. She took a tissue, blew her nose, and threw it away. Wiping her eyes and trying to clean up the smeared make-up with another tissue she slowly turned to Sophie. It...I don't understand, she said, her voice shaky. We...we met at the student center, just like normal, before he went to play racquetball with his friend, Evan. He just looked at me... Her voice broke, and she gave a short sob. However, she pushed it back down, shook her head, and blew her nose on another tissue. He just looked at me and said its over, go see someone else, and...walked away. She let another sob out, letting her head hang and her hair cascade down around her. What did I do? I mean...I know we haven't been...doing things as much as he liked...but...he'd never leave me for that... When she looked back up, she seemed bewildered. Am I not pretty enough anymore? What did I do that was worth ending a three year relationship!? Anger tinged her voice at her last statement.
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

That Ryan would be so flippant in a moment like that actually pissed Sophie off. What a louse. Disgusted, she walked to her dresser and pulled out a make-up removal wipe and came back to Amy's side, cleaning off all the make up for her. Trust, me, honey. Now is not the time for make up. Now is the time for Kleenex and pajamas. She sighed and tossed the wipe away when she was done. Drink some of that Sierra Mist. It'll help a little with your throat. Now that she knew the story, she couldn't very well leave Amy alone. She was still in the denial and sadness phase. If this kept up, the poor girl would find a way to blame herself. Listen, if it happened the way you said it did, then I have to think something is wrong with him--not you. And don't start on the 'I'm not pretty enough,' jag, or I will have to slap you. You're beautiful--and that's coming from an art major. Of course at the moment you're a bit of a mess, but that'll go away. She smiled softly and sat down next to Amy. There is nothing wrong with you, okay? Ryan is an idiot. Frankly, I've always gotten that impression. If I were in your shoes, I'd be pissed because I'd wasted my time and didn't get to end it myself. Rolling her eyes, she crossed her legs. Personally, I think you dodged a bullet.
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

Amy gave a sad chuckle as Sophie helped her clean off the rest of the make-up. As Sophie talked, Amy slowly got a hold of herself. The logical girl inside of her began agreeing with Sophie Since they had been together, Amy had done nearly ALL of Ryan's homework. Ryan never paid attention in class, and never participated in any discussions that weren't about cars, sports, alcohol, or women. He WAS an idiot. Maybe Sophie was right, maybe she did dodge a bullet. A big one, at that. Thanks, Sophie, Amy said, using one last tissue to wipe away some of the last tears. I guess you are right. She gave a sad smile and looked away. After her cry, Amy felt better. She felt good enough that she could at least distract herself and have a good time. In fact, it was probably the smart thing to do. She obviously wasn't happy, but she didn't have to focus on it. A time for Kleenex and pajamas, huh? She said after a few seconds, looking back at Sophie. Sounds fun. I just realized I haven't really ever hung out with you. First time for everything, I guess, she said, giving another sad chuckle. It was true. She had never thought she was on unfriendly terms with Sophie, but she had never considered her a friend. Amy let out a sigh. Don't know how much fun I'll be, but I'm gonna try to not let this whole thing bring me down. I'm okay for right now.
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

Glad to hear it. Now, go wash your face and finish up your soda, kay? You can pick any of the many movies I brought with me to watch. She smiled softly and then got up. Pajamas are the comfiest of all comfort clothes. That is why I suggest them. But if you're down with sweats until bed, they are also a good choice. I think we may have some fudge pops left in the freezer too, so make sure you have one of those if you need it. Now that she wasn't repressing her emotions or bawling her eyes out, Amy seemed like she would be okay after all. That was a relief. The cute blonde was a little tougher than she looked, and Sophie could be big enough to admire that. And you're not obligated to be fun. The only thing you can't do is blame yourself, got it? That said, the artist pulled on some socks and thought seriously about ordering out. But even though she was down for being supportive and such, she wasn't really sure she wanted to stick around for the whole night with the woman. After all, her feelings toward the girl were complicated enough as it was. When Amy left to wash her face, there was a knock on their door. Drew happened to be waiting on the other side. He greeted his friend with a smile. Hey there, Soph. How are you? He was greeted with a smile and a hug, like usual. When she told him about the paint fight and showed him her clothes, he had to laugh with her about it. Well, I'm glad you're not riddled with dart injuries, he said with a smile. He looked around and didn't see Amy though. Maybe she hadn't come back to the dorm? Hey, Sophie. Is something wrong with Amy? She looked kind of sad and unfocused today in class. She left early, too. I was a little worried, so I brought her some notes that she missed. Of course it was about Amy. Why would he come by just for her. Yeah, she's having a rough time right now. It's not really my story to tell, but she's around. I think she just went to wash her face or something. Make yourself at home. I'm sure she'll be glad you dropped those off.
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

Amy had forgotten about the Sierra Mist. She opened it, took a long swig, then set it down. All right, she said. I'll go...uh, get dressed. She let out a giggle. For some reason, it sounded strange to say she was getting dressed while getting into pajamas. Fudge pops sound good. I'll have one when I am changed, she added as she stood, making her way to the bathroom. As she did so, she grabbed her pajamas, which consisted of a t-shirt and pajama pants. She shut the bathroom door behind her, leaning against it as she did so. She could feel the grief inside of her, and she knew part of her didn't quite believe the break up wasn't her fault. She let out a long, sad sigh, and pushed herself off the door. She approached her clothes hamper, pulling off her shirt, throwing it inside. Her bra followed shortly after, causing Amy to let out a sigh of relief. Despite being rather small in the breast department, Amy hated bras. They were uncomfortable, and she didn't feel she had the boobs to call for them. At least she dodged the back problems, she thought to herself. She slid out of her jeans, tossing them into the hamper and replacing them with her pajama pants. She slid the old t-shirt on, smiling at the faded pooh bear that adored it. Despite being an old shirt, it still hid what figure she did have the shirt had always been too big for her. She then sat to work washing her face, getting all the make-up off. She felt strange. She was terribly sad, and depressed at the same time, however, she was elated. She was finally getting the chance to connect with her roommate, something that hadn't happened in all the time she had been here. Tonight may be a good night after all, Amy thought. When she shut off the water, making one last check to ensure she got all the make-up off, she heard a male voice coming from her room. She couldn't make out what was being said, or who the voice belonged to, but she suddenly became hopeful it was Ryan, coming to take her back. When she realized where her mind had gone, Amy broke down again, sobbing as quietly as she could into the sink.
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

In the main room, drew had sat down on the couch with another Sierra Mist. Sophie sat with him, telling him more about the art class fiasco when she heard something from the bathroom. Drew, however seemed pretty oblivious. She finished her story and then handed him the remote. No sports, she said firmly, before getting up to knock on the door. Amy? You decent? she asked, cracking the door a little. When she saw Amy sobbing into the sink she slipped in and closed the door behind her. Thinking about Ryan? she asked, suddenly a little annoyed. She clearly wasn't seeing things for what they were yet. The only way to do that, she supposed, was to prove that Ryan was the one being a jerk. While Amy was sobbing, Sophie turned the water flow up and shook her head. That's enough, now, she said softly. Drew is here. He brought you notes from class. He was worried when you left early, so he wanted to come check on you. Is it okay if I leave you two here? I want to have a little talk with Evan about all this. He's the one Ryan was playing with, right?
Thread: It's giving me a complex (Candira and Agnores)

Sophie's presence calmed Amy, and slowly she brought herself back to normal. Sorry, said, and nodded in answer to Sophie's question. Yeah, they always play racquetball together, Amy said. Amy gave a sigh, but her expression became determined. She would not cry again today. Especially not around people she didn't know as well, like Drew. After a few seconds, she looked at Sophie. If you are going to talk to Evan, shouldn't I come with you? Maybe he knows why Ryan did all of this. She knew it was a dumb question, that she was better off heading back outside, finishing her soda, eating a fudge pop, and reading over the notes Drew brought over. Some part of her wanted Sophie to bring her along, so she could hear what Evan knew. At the same time, she wanted to just stay here, hidden away from Ryan and his friends, so that she never knew the truth. For some reason, it scared her to think Ryan left her because she was no longer attractive, or she wasn't smart enough. She'd rather just not know if that was the case.