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the dead of night, the unexpected rain, the trash bags filled to the brim ... all the moment really needed was a perfectly curated song and it could’ve easily been considered poetic cinema. as she lugged her things, dexter hitching a ride in the pocket of her overalls, she wondered what her roommate’s final straw was. perhaps it was the tapestry sunday put up without permission that now hung off her back ... then again, it could’ve been when she made their boy toy’s jaw clench by saying he looked like a rejected member of one direction. before she knew it, she’d been at burke’s dormstep. unannounced, not even a text, hoping to the higher powers he wasn’t ... preoccupied. a few heavy bangs against the door, waiting ... waiting until it swung open. “ burkie boy, sweetheart, light of my life, my little british crumpet –– ” an elongated pause as she tried to rack her brain for the quote from that one romance movie she’d seen before. what the fuck was it ? her stalling was saved by a toothy grin. notting fucking hill ! and no, she wasn’t a romance film fanatic, she’d simply been too high to realize halfway through that it wasn’t, in fact, silent hill. she wiped the residual droplets of rain from her cheek, few dramatic blinks. “ i am just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to let me crash. ” a remix if you will.