The day after mine and William's very interesting night was actually quite boring.
"I don't understand why we have this assignment. What does writing a short story have anything to do with what we actually want to do?" Bri says as we walk to the small café on campus.
"What's not to get? We're English majors...creative writing is what we're in for. I want to be a writer. You want to be a Journalist. We have to come up with our creative juices, get them flowing."
Bri scoffs and then lets out a laugh as she bumps her shoulder into mine. "I know what other juices were flowing."
I smack her shoulder and open the door to the café, walking in. "Okay, one; that's disgusting. Two; I told you that in confidence, not to make jokes about, you wanker."
We laugh as we head to our usual spot, the sm
