When I opened my door, Juno was sprawled out on the couch watching one of her shows. I quickly let myself in and locked the bolt.
“Finally, you're home! I've been sooooo bored." Juno called from her prone position.
“Don't you ever go to class?" I asked while making my way to toss my bag in my room. “This is the last year for you, too, you know." I wandered back into the living room and flopped down lazily on the loveseat.
Juno laughed carelessly. “My parents paid for a degree, not an education. Besides, are you really surprised that a communications major has more free time than someone going for a medical degree?" She motioned toward the television where some cheesy drama was unfolding. “See, they're communicating. I'm technically studying right now."
I started laughing and found it
