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First Read Part 1 and Part 2

With the concert I had been looking forward to for so long completely over, what else was there to look forward to? That honor would go to Serena.

I've been talking to Serena online and on the phone for the past 3 years, but we hadn't met till that Tuesday. We had grown quite close, sharing heartbreaks, conquests, and everything between. Steph kindly drove me a half hour to Serena's apartment. I was a bit nervous, but way excited. We get there, I call her cell, she doesn't answer. I wait, call, no answer. Great, she's run away already. I sneak into her highly guarded lobby (okay so I just walked in with somebody else, but it took skill to not arouse suspicion while carrying a sleeping bag); I called again. No answer. I take the elevator, I wind my way to #213, I tremble once, and knock. No answer. Knock, call, no answer, pound, knock, call. I can hear music coming from her apartment. I'm scared that shes just being cruel. I contemplate setting up my tent in the hall. I tremble again, and bang on the door one more time. She answers. I don't know whether to be incredibly pissed or incredibly happy. She smiles at me, and I forget whatever I was thinking.

I bring the rest of my things into her place, which was pleasently torn apart. The first 10 minutes or so were a bit awkward, but we fell into sync pretty fast. We didn't do anything for the next 3 days. I love not doing anything. So does she :) I met her best friend Megs and we all went to a delcious 'sammich shop' in Beverly Hills where I even got a glass bottle of Voss. I tweaked her computer, because thats what I do. We did more nothing, we slept in, we lounged. We drank, and drank, and drank, we ate In N Out, we smoked. The way she can pull absolutely anything off, a dog chain around her neck. The way she can fall asleep drunk and high and wake up looking better than girls who take hours to get ready. The way she can be so independent and self confident yet crave attention. The reason, among many, that I took so long to write the final part of my trip to California was knowing that I couldn't fully describe, with due justice, this last part. I can easily decribe how a concert went, but it's hard to describe what about doing nothing with somebody can be so wonderful. Seeing Serena was easily the best part of my entire trip. I know this sounds like sappy rambling, but it's not the romantic kind of love im going on about with her. It's the I know I have a real friend for life that I respect and admire kind of love.

We went to Sharkee's, got drunk, and dropped me off at LAX. I bought a Fom pillow for the long flight back to Tampa. All in all, a successful getaway.