David lay in bed staring at the ceiling still clutching a letter from his father, once again criticizing his career major to become a journalist.
He couldn't remember the last time he went home to Scotland but he had no plans to go back.
He glanced at his friend Matt who was fast asleep in the next bed.
"I wish I could fall asleep that easily." David muttered.
He tried to go back to sleep but was feeling restless.
Not wanting to wake Matt he quietly got out of bed and put on his glasses then went to the kitchen for a soda.
The air was cool in the tiny apartment he and Matt shared as roommates but he didn't mind it.
The clock in the kitchen read 4:30 A.M; they still had a couple of hours before they had to get up for classes.
David sat at the table and reread the letter and chuckled softly.
The letter had his dad's usual criticisms; why couldn't he do this, why wasn't he doing that.
He had been picked on so much by him that David could care less what he thought anymore.
David took another sip of his drink then pulled out a photo of his late sister Addie from his pocket.
David looked at it and sniffed; he missed her so much.
She was the only one that understood him and didn't make fun of his dreams.
But Addie was also good at pretending she was happy. She had everyone fooled including him.
He wiped his eyes as he remembered the phone call that she had committed suicide.
David changed after that. He always struggled to trust people but he figured it was better to be alone then get hurt.
Suddenly a voice broke into his thoughts.
"Hey!" Matt said tapping his shoulder.
David looked behind him and smiled. "Hey, Matt."
Matt got a soda and sat in front of him at the table.
"I thought you might be up."
"How did you know I was up?" He asked.
Matt gave him a look. "Come on I've known you since we were kids. I know when you're awake."
"Well, all you've got to do now is know whether I've been bad or good and you could be Santa Clause." He smirked.
"Ha, ha Mr. comedian." Matt rolled his eyes slightly then pointed at the letter.
"What's that?" He said.
David scoffed. "What do you think?"
He tossed the letter at him.
"Letter from your father, huh?" Matt said.
"Yep." He replied unfazed.
Matt picked it up and read it.
"Hmm, typical garbage I see." Matt remarked.
"Thanks." David muttered.
He sighed. "Well, better than the phone call I got yesterday.
David frowned. "What happened?"
"Katie broke up with me."
"Seriously?" He replied.
Matt nodded. "And after all I did for her; I almost flunked my medical exams because of her."
"Well, you'll find someone else." David assured him.
Matt shook his head. "No, I'm done with relationships. I can't take another broken heart."
He took a sip of soda. "At least you've had relationships. No one's interested in a broke journalist major."
"Oh, don't say that. You'll find somebody."
"Thanks for the optimism but you know,I'm not sure I want to." He replied.
Matt shrugged and drank the last of his soda.
David glanced at the clock. "Well, better get back to bed. I've classes and the late shift at the bookstore." He groaned.
Matt watched as David took the letter and casually threw it away.
"You coming?" He asked.
Matt nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there in a second."
David shrugged and went back to bed.
Matt rubbed his eyes and sat there feeling deflated.
His life wasn't much easier despite a medical school scholarship, good grades and money; he always managed to pick the wrong girls.
He always blamed his parents messy divorce on that still the split with Katie had broken his heart.
He had hoped this time would be different but it ended like all the rest.
"Never trust." He thought bitterly as he headed back to their room.
Matt looked over across the room at David who was snoring softly.
He sighed got into bed and buried his head under the covers and quickly fell back asleep.