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[healingmajor.livejournal.com]

[ a party at the end of finals was something alyssa had not been entirely interested in, merely shaking her head a little bit shyly when the offer was brought to her attention in class one day. of course, this was before anthony had shrugged and said they should go since the opportunity was there. why not? was what alyssa got out of it, prompting her to quickly agree with some hesitation despite herself. and this was why the girl sat tucked into a corner of one of the couches in the room, tapping the cup in her hands a little for no reason in particular other than giving herself something to do.

with her feet moving back and forth to the music that plays overhead, she sips her (thankfully untouched) punch slowly, eyes glancing around at all the students that are mingling in small groups here and there. a part of her wasn't sure why people were watching her and anthony closely every now and then, as if they knew something that she did not. nonetheless she continues to sit there in silence, glancing down at her phone every now and then to see if she has any texts from nathan-- she was sure he would be doing that throughout the duration of her stay. ]

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[ puts down the toilet seat to sit down on top of it, wiping at her eyes with the back of a hand. sniffs and looks down at her phone, fiddling with it a little bit before she opens her contact list and stares down at her dad's phone number when she gets to it. looks to the closed door and then back down at her phone, sighing when she decides that the partying thing just isn't for her.

presses the send button and fiddles with the edge of her shirt, eyes flickering around the foreign space uncomfortably. asks albert to pick her up when he answers, saying that she's tired and doesn't want to trouble her friend to drive her back. thankfully when she peeks outside the door anthony seems to be dazing off into space, making it easier for her to ninja through the crowd and out the front door. decides to send him a text tomorrow to see how he's doing, knowing that it's mostly just the alcohol talking for him at this particular moment in time. ]