Just Like That (Joshua) // Oneshot
A lot can happen within the first semester of college, especially when you have a friend like Joshua.
Genre: Fluff, College au
Word Count: 3114
There are two kinds of people in this world, those who get easily distracted, and those who are the distractions. Normally, you were the kind of person who would get lost in an endless array of Tumblr posts, tweets, and videos from that side of YouTube at three o'clock in the morning, which always left you with little to no sleep, under eye circles, messy hair, and a blank stare. But as of lately, you had been putting a lot of work into staying on task, since it was your your second week of college.
University was extremely intimidating. Unlike in High School, you couldn’t tell how old or what year someone was. Initially you had begun several conversations in a couple of your classes, to find that a large handful of people you had thought were Freshman, like you, were Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors who were just finishing up their G.E’s. It wasn’t like you minded, since age didn’t really matter when it came to friendships, but the massive amount of newness that came with being in college overwhelmed you. You no longer had your parents to cook food for you, and the closest you could get talking to them in person was talking via Skype or by calling them. And it was the same for talking to your friends from back home. They had all gone to different universities, and were probably experiencing similar situations. You found comfort in that. Everyone else was going through the same thing.
But because university was so different and new, you found that you felt more at home when you did you homework and projects whenever you could. Hey, the professors gave you syllabi for a reason. Not only did you feel a surge of pride whenever you finished an assignment ahead of time, but constantly working kept your mind distracted from the fact that perhaps you were feeling a bit more lonely than you were willing to admit. Sure, you messaged your best friend everyday, and you occasionally talked to your parents on the phone, but you had yet to make an acquaintance that you thought could grow into an actual friendship. That is, until today.
“I swear to god,” you muttered in frustration as you tried, for the fifth time, to upload your online assignment to your course webpage. The spinning loading screen appeared before you once again, and you crossed your fingers tightly, hoping by some miracle that the assignment would upload and that you could call it a night.
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“Are you kidding me?” you shouted as you slammed your laptop shut, grabbing your pillow and screaming into it with all the pent up frustration you had in you, “I’m done. I’m so done.”