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[center][b]1.5 years ago[/b][/center]
Kelly paced back and forth in her two-person dorm room. In mere minutes, her date would arrive, some up-and-coming freshman running back. Kelly peered down at her wristwatch and then back toward the electronic display on her room’s microfridge. Only thirty seconds had elapsed since the last tiem she checked the time.

“God, why does it seem like it’s taking an eternity for six o’ clock to arrive?”

“That’ the funny thing about time,” someone said behind Kelly, “Time loiters when you want it to go fast, but flies by when you want to enjoy the moment.”

Kelly turned around to see her best friend, Samantha, or Sammy for short, sitting on the couch that was provided with the dorm room. Kelly and Samantha had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They endured everything from elementary school all the way to their senior graduation from high school. While they decided against rooming with one another, they still remained close.

Kelly plopped down on the couch next to her best friend. But immediately she sprung back up, realizing that she might had messed up her dress, or her make-up, or something.

“Kelly,” Sammy said, “Just take a seat. You still look just as pretty as you did a few seconds ago.”

Kelly took a seat again, this time a little more gracefully. She gave an uneasy smile toward her friend, but then she swiftly turned her head back toward the clock on the microfridge.

“Don’t worry, Kelly,” Sammy reassured her, “Everything will be fine. Trust me.”

“What if I’m just not his type? What if we don’t have any chemistry? What if...” Kelly said, but Sammy cut her off in order to stop her worrying.

“Kelly, just stop stressing out so much about it. If you keep obsessing about your relationship failing, you’ll be just as devastated as when your last boyfriend dumped you back in high school.”

Kelly sighed when Sammy mentioned her ex. Kelly had dated that guy for two years in high school. There seemed to have been so much chemistry between the two that they were even considered an item at that time. But at the beginning of their senior year, her then-boyfriend dumped Kelly all of the sudden. Because it happened out of the blue, the breakup was even that much more devastating for Kelly.”

“Anyway,” Sammy started again, “I was snooping around and I think you’ll really like [i]this[/i] guy. Just go with the flow!”

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

“Knock his socks off, Kelly!” Sammy encouraged. Kelly just gave another uneasy smile and promptly answered the door.
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[center][b]Now[/b][/center]

Sammy paced in her apartment, holding her cell phone up to her ear. She had been trying to reach her BFF for days now. Ever since that YouTube video of Kelly changing into her “Wasp” appearance went viral, Sammy had been trying to get a hold of Kelly, but all she would ever get was her voice mail. Did Kelly not want to talk to her, or was it just that Kelly was avoiding her cell phone in general? Sammy would understand if it was the latter, but she still wanted to talk.

Although she knew that it would not work, Sammy tried to call Kelly again.

“I’m sorry that I can’t get to my phone right now. Please leave your name and a message after the beep. Beep!” Kelly’s voicemail repeated, the same message that Sammy had heard several times already in her attempts to reach Kelly.

“Kelly, it’s me, Sammy, for the gazillionth time. Whenever you get this call, could you please call me back? I’m worried about you, Kelly!”

“I probably don’t know how it feels going through all the trials which you are undergoing, but I’m your friend. True friends stick together until the end. I don’t care how many arms you have, what color your skin happens to be, or even what animal-hybrid you seem to be, you’re still my BFF. I’m here for you.”

Sammy paused for a second, wondering what else she could say. After a moment, she took a deep breath and started again.

“Kelly, I don’t have any classes tomorrow. Do you want to hang out sometime in the evening? Just call me and let me know when and where. I’m going to be babysitting one of the neighborhood kids tonight since my mom let the cat out of the bag that we were such phenomenal babysitters back in the day. I’ll be by my phone all night, so please call!”