The World Is Mine (Andrea)

[DAN KAPLAN]

He was actually holding a girl’s hand. Dan Kaplan was actually holding a girl’s hand.

This was a way bigger deal to him than it should have been. Seriously, the closest Dan Kaplan had ever gotten to anything remotely resembling romance with a living, breathing human female was that one time in like, seventh grade, when his sister had made him watch The Last Song with her. Of course, she hadn’t turned on the subtitles, so he’d sat through like, two and a half hours of people kissing each other and crying and Miley Cyrus pressing keys down on a piano that apparently did something sound-related. So this handholding thing was totally a milestone of some kind or another.

He really needed to tweet about this. He could feel the urge to shove his emotions out into the world wide web through hashtags boiling in his chest. But tweeting would, of course, require letting go of this beautiful girl’s beautiful hand.

#And #uh.

#Yeah, that wasn’t happening. #Nope.

God, he couldn’t stop looking at this girl next to him, as he led her up 5th Avenue towards his dorm and the party. He hadn’t seen Jackson, Ozzie, Mikey, and Chandler as they’d left the Masquerade, so he assumed they’d probably gotten the party started already. The Ball had looked like it was winding down as they were leaving anyway. But #damn were they going to be jealous of this hot date. #Seriously. As he stole glances her way, he couldn’t get over how utterly out of his league she was. Like, if he was a three on the attractiveness scale, she was definitely like, a seventeen.

#Gofigureshewasblind.

The other feeling that he just couldn’t shake, as he swiped his dorm key and led her up the first flight of stairs and down the hall towards Room A6, was that this was never going to work.

What kind of friends communicated solely through texting? Not to mention texting and Siri? Dan had had to learn to be patient over the years; patience was as necessary as food and water to live his life. But he wasn’t sure if the same applied to his new friend…Andrea.

And…conversations involving the two of them were going to be slow. That was just how it was going to work. But he couldn’t let himself get frustrated now.

He pushed open the door of his room, and was instantly hit with a sharp strobe light, each flash of which felt like a punch in the eyes. He could feel the floor vibrating beneath him, which meant they were probably playing some type of very forceful music. Here we are, #homesweethome, he typed, passing the phone to Andrea as he led her through the dark room, trying to find some unoccupied place to sit and/or some alcohol #swag. He waved to Ozzie and fist-bumped Mikey as he wove his way through the crowd.

Clothez:

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