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and eating our weight in coffee and blueberry muffins.
    By the end of it I was bloated and shaking like I was going through withdrawals, but at least we had two places we could go and see that afternoon.
    The first place was a townhouse that was around a fifteen minute walk away from the uni itself. When I called, I spoke to a girl named Jessica who said that their other roommate had to leave unexpectedly, and since they couldn’t afford the rent on their own, they needed someone quickly.
    “This looks alright,” Aaron comments as we pull up out the front of the townhouses. The place we’re looking at is the very first one, so its caramel coloured, side wall faces the street. “Although, if those are the bedrooms, you might want heavy curtains,” he says, indicating the side windows and the street light above us with his cobalt blue eyes.
    Jessica greets us at the door, she ’s a tiny girl with light brown hair and dimples when she smiles. “Come in,” she says, holding her hand out to shake mine and then Aaron’s.
    A small grin pulls at the corner of my mouth as I notice her do a double take when she’s confronted with Aaron. It’s probably exactly how I responded when I first met him. He’s wonderfully tall, a good inch above me, has blond sun streaked hair and big blue eyes that seem to glow like jewels from within his tan face. He’s one of those lean athletic looking guys, so he’s not overly muscled, but he’s beautiful to look at. I tend to joke that that’s the only reason I keep him around. But that’s not true - he’s a good friend, and he’s never made me feel like a child. Other guys would have just moved on after my dad banned me from dating him, but not Aaron, he’s a loyal friend. 
    “So what degree are you doing Etta?” she asks as she shows me through the townhouse. Downstairs is all white walls and beige carpets in the small living and dining area. The furniture is all second hand but comfortable looking, and there are a few nick-knacks around as evidence that this is a girl’s home.
    “Communications,” I reply, following her around as I take in the amenities. There is also a small kitchen, laundry and second toilet downstairs, as well as a postage stamp courtyard out back.
    “Ok, one of my friends does that. She’s first year as well. Do you know a girl called Tanya? She’s really little with curly blonde hair.”
    “No, sorry. I’m actually third year.”
    “Really? Sorry, I thought you were my age.”
    “I am,” I reply. “Well, I’ll be eighteen in a few days.”
    She gives me a questioning look, and I briefly explain the whole skipping grades thing to her as she leads us upstairs to see the bedroom and main bathroom area.
    “She left her furniture behind, so you’re welcome to it. I know she took a trip with her dad to Ikea and got it all there at the beginning of the year. You’ll have to provide all of your own linens and pillows and whatnot.”
    The bedroom is fairly simple, it has a built in cupboard for my clothes, a tall boy with a mirror on top of it, along with a small computer desk, swivel chair and a single bed in the middle.
    “What’s the rent?” Aaron asks, as he moves over the window and tests the thickness of the curtains.
    “One-fifty,” she replies.
    “A week?” I ask.
    “Yeah, then we divide all of the bills between us. You shop for your own food though.”
    “Great,” I say, following her back down the stairs and into the living area.
    “So when do you think you can move in?” she asks, surprising me, as I thought she’d at least want to talk to her other housemate before giving me the room.
    “Oh… um,” I start.
    “If you need time to think, that’s cool. I just thought, if you like it – you can have it. We need help with the rent and you seem nice, so…” she tilts her head to the side a little and bounces a shoulder.
    “You know what? Yeah. I’ll take it. I’ll have to move in next weekend. My Dad will flip it if I