"Does this look good?" I ask, turning my laptop screen over to show Lena.

"Uh..." she hesitates. "Add some colour."

"Colour?" I scowl. "It's not exactly a happy poster."

"Just... Some pink or purple. Lighten it up a little."

I sigh and return to work. I decide to make the text purple, to match the blue image in the background. I've been working on this flyer all afternoon. I never thought it would be so complicated to make something so simple. I had to create a new email address, and write a decent description of what I'm trying to do. It took forever. And the fonts.... There are so many fonts! Who even makes these?

"Is that better?" I ask.

"Yep," Lena nods. "How many will you print?"

"Probably... fifty?" I suggest. "That should be enough to cover all bathrooms, right?"

"I think you need more."

"70?"

"Make it 75 and you can print more if you need to."

"Perfect," I smile. "You want to do me a favour?"

"A favour?" she scoffs. "You mean help you put those flyers up?"

"Yep," I laugh. "There's no way I can do it on my own."

"It's alright, girl. I can help you. The campus is way too big to tackle on your own."

"Thank you. I don't think it'll take long, but it requires a lot of effort."

"No problem. I'll help."

"You're the best."

I shut my laptop, putting it down on the coffee table. I grab another piece of brownie. I've been munching on them all afternoon. Lena made them this morning, and they're delicious.

Maybe I should learn to bake. Or at least cook. Quinn used to make me the best meals, but since I moved out, all my food has been boring and bland.

"Can you help me now?" Lena asks. "I need an extra hand."

"Sure," I nod. I slide down to the floor, joining her on the carpet.

I'm not the only one doing crafts today. Lena has to make a poster for her group assignment. Considering we don't have a dining table, and our kitchen is full of junk, she's put the A3 sheet of paper on the floor. The whole carpet is full of random images, markers, scissors and other crafty junk.

I take the stack of stickers she hands me, and begin pasting them down at their designated spots. I'm not even sure what this poster is about. Something about structures, but I don't understand any of the specifics.

"Man, I'm so good at crafts," she smirks, sticking a new image down. "I should be a school teacher."

"You do love kids," I point out.

"They're so small. I just wanna kick them."

"What?!" I laugh.

"You know... like a soccer ball."

"Oh my god. You're so weird!"

"I'm just saying what we're all thinking! It's not like I'd actually do it!"

"Could you imagine?"

"It doesn't sound too bad actually. Just flying through the air."

"Like a bird."

As soon as I say the words, a song pops into my head. Apparently, Lena thinks the same thing. She looks at me, widening her eyes with a giant grin on her face.

"I'm like a bird! I only fly away!" we blurt. "I don't know where my soul is! I don't know where my home is!"

"I don't know the rest of the lyrics!" I call.

"Neither do I!" she laughs. "How do you think she's doing?"

"Nelly Furtado? She probably has a bunch of kids with Timbaland."

"Who? Timbaland?"

"Yeah, they have that song, remember? Promiscuous girl."

"But they're not married!"

"They're not?"

"No! She's probably single, living her best life."

"I hope so. Timbaland is so irrelevant. And he's named after a shoe!"

"Oh my god! So true! Do you reckon he wears Timberlands?"

"Wait..." I pause. "Is he even still alive?"

"Shit. I don't know!"

"Where's my phone?" I scan the room. "I need to Google it."

"Here, I'll search," she responds, grabbing her phone off the floor. But while she's looking, my head is still buzzing.

"What if his career is dead because he is?!"

"Sarah! That's so dark!"

"I'm just saying... We don't know!"

"Timbaland is alive and thriving," she reads off her phone. "He's got three kids, and is working on a new album!"

"No!" I gasp. "With Nelly Furtado?"

"Uh..." she looks at her screen. "No, but she's about to release a new album, too!"

"Aw, look at them! I hope they're doing well."

"Maybe they'll get married in the future."

"Now that would be the wedding of the century," I say.

"William and Kate, who? Kimye, who?"

"Exactly!" I laugh.

"I wish I could make a poster about them."

"Do it! Just for fun!"

"But I'm so lazy!"

I laugh at her. I can't stop laughing. I feel so free, and I'm having so much fun. Today has been so peaceful.

Lena sticks her glue stick out, running it over my hand.

"What was that for?" I scowl.

She grabs one of the images, and sticks it on me. I look at it, but it's just a random building I don't recognise.

"What is this?" I laugh.

"You're my new poster."

"What?!"

"I'm taking you to class and pinning you on the wall."

"No, you're not!"

"Yes, I am!"

"Lena!"

"Sarah!"

"Lena!"

"Sarah!"

"Lena!"

"Sarah!"

I burst into a fit of laughter, rolling backwards on the floor. I cackle so loud, my stomach begins to hurt. Lena joins me, laughing at the same nothingness as I am.

I feel amazing. I'm euphoric. I'm weightless.

"Oh my god!" I gasp, sitting up straight.

"Look at your hand!" Lena laughs.

"No, Lena... Shhhh!"

She burps loudly, but then stays silent. I never saw Lena make the brownies.

"What's up?" she whispers.

"The brownies."

"They're tasty, right?"

"Too tasty."

"I'm so glad you made them."

I didn't make them. I turn to face Owens door, but I'm blocked by the kitchen bench. I crawl over the carpet until I've got a perfect view. It's shut, and so is Tyler's.

"What are you doing?" Lena laughs. "You're acting like a baby!"

"Owen!" I yell. "Owen!"

"What do you want my brother for?" Lena grumbles. "He's such a loser."

"Owen! I need you!"

No response.

I grab the first thing in my reach. One of Lena's sneakers. I toss it towards Owens door, letting it bang against the wood. But it's not his door that opens.

"What the fuck is going on?" Tyler grumbles, tiredly rubbing his face. "Owen isn't home! Can you two shut up now?"

"Tyler!" I call. "I'm so happy you're here!"

He looks down at me, surprised to see me on the floor in the hallway. He scowls.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I feel funny," I laugh.

"What?"

"You're so pretty."

"Sarah... what is going on?"

"Do you want some brownies?!" Lena yells. "They're so tasty!"

He glances over at her. His eyes widen when he sees the half-empty plate of brownies.

"No fucking way," he says. "Did you eat them?"

"Yeah," I nod. "I thought Lena made them."

"Well, she didn't."

"Oops," Lena laughs.

"Is it bad?" I ask.

"Yes," he smiles. "There's more weed in there than chocolate."

He crouches down next to me, taking my hand to help me up. But before I can stand up, I give him a cheeky smile.

"Oops," I laugh.