"Skimmed milk, juice, corn, bread, and fruit, your breakfast, Miss Hesregard." The woman at the takeaway window smiled and handed the paper bag in front of Natalie who had been waiting for a long time.
"Thank you, Ms. Taverna." Natalie took it and nodded, turned and walked quickly towards the dormitory.
The lazy guy probably hasn't gotten up yet, she pouted and quickened her pace. The weather in Boston in early March was still cold, and there was still a little white air coming out of the corners of the breath, but there were many people who got up early.
"Hello, Natalie, do you remember me? Sam Daly, we met in the library." A man chased up from behind Natalie, as if the features carved by a knife were very tough.
"Yes, the library, as well as the cafe, the Natural History Museum, and the multimedia classroom in the No. 4 teaching building." Natalie raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, "Do you want me to continue my memories?"
"Well... I have to admit, your memory is very good." The other party touched his nose in embarrassment.
"My memory is really good, but it's also one of the reasons why you show up in those places every day," Natalie shrugged after rolling her eyes inwardly, "I'm curious why you usually like to use this Ways to strike up a conversation with women.”
"Maybe it's more... interesting." Sam sneered and had a thick-skinned face. He then pointed to the takeaway bag in Natalie's hand: "Do you usually go back to your bedroom for breakfast?"
"Is there any problem?" Natalie frowned slightly, feeling a little impatient.
"I just want to say that eating in the restaurant will make you feel happier. Although the bedroom is a private place, the space is too small, and it takes a long time..." Sam chattered, and Natalie had to sigh: "First of all, I had it in the dining room for breakfast; second, it was for the slacker I was living with."
"The slacker who lives with you?" Sam hesitated. "You mean... Ann... Miss Gila?"
"I don't seem to know that there aren't many people who share the dormitory with her?" Natalie said, stopping and looking at each other: "Anyway, it's a pleasure to chat with you, thank you, that's all."
After she finished speaking, she strode towards her dormitory again, leaving Sam in place and scratching his head depressedly. This kind of conversation is really common, especially after Radcliffe College was upgraded to a graduate school, and the original female students were merged into Harvard College, and there were even more. After all, the title of "Queen of Star Wars" is worn on the head. of.
Maybe it was a mistake to pick up the Star Wars prequels? This kind of thought just turned around in her head and left. Natalie never questioned the decision she had made. Since things have already ended, what is the use of questioning? Except for one thing, of course... she's still trying to figure out something she's never been able to figure out.
"Hello, Natalie, I'm so glad to see you again." A pretty woman who had been waiting by the roadside for a long time walked over, looking at Natalie inquiringly, "Why? Like?"
"I gave it to her, but you know she's been busy lately. She stayed up late last night, so she probably hasn't seen your stuff." Natalie tried to keep herself smiling, "Don't be too impatient, Ellie. promise."
"This is really sad." The other party immediately showed a disappointed look, "Waiting is an unbearable thing."
Natalie just shook her head slightly and walked past her quickly. If there is anything more troublesome than being approached, it is to bring back letters and gifts from these same-sex admirers for Angela, after all, when a woman approaches you, you can't tell whether she is gay or not the first time.
Who asked you to say that in an interview with Vanity Fair. Natalie thought angrily, since the report came out, as long as Angela was on campus, as a roommate in the same dorm, she would have to be asked by girls with same-sex tendencies to come over and ask her to come over. Some sour feeling in my heart.
Wouldn't it be a lot better if she wasn't polite to women when she was drunk? Natalie still remembers that when she asked her alumni about Angela's situation last year, what they told her about the party incident was completely different from what she said from Angela.
Different women have different opinions, lesbians think it's a signal that Miss Genius rejects men, while feminists think it's Angela wanting to get rid of being dominated by men! There are different opinions, but one thing is certain, that is, the number of men who approach Angela has rapidly decreased since then.
What will she be like when she drinks whiskey? Natalie thought a little curiously, she had asked Angela, but the other party always hesitated and didn't say it clearly.
In her wild thoughts, she finally returned to the dormitory. She just put the takeaway bag in her hand on the coffee table and the bedroom door opened, and then Angela in pajamas appeared at the door. She stretched her waist hard, and opened her mouth wide to yawn. Her facial features were twisted together because of the force, and her blond hair was messy. It was really ugly.
"I should take a picture of you now and post it online." Natalie shook her head with a smile.
"What?" Angela's sleepy eyes didn't seem to hear clearly, but she immediately noticed the takeaway bag on the coffee table, and immediately cheered: "This is my breakfast? It's great!"
"Wait!" Natalie patted her on the head, "Go wash and change clothes first, otherwise you won't be allowed to eat."
"What if... it's cold?" Angela held her head aggrievedly and looked at Natalie with a sad look.
"Hurry up and you won't," Natalie folded her arms. "Don't let me throw you in the bathroom."
"Okay, okay, I'll go right away." Angela reluctantly glanced at the takeaway bag on the coffee table, and reluctantly walked into the bathroom. Hearing the murmur of water coming from inside, Natalie pouted, took out the corn and juice from the takeout bag, and temporarily put it into the microwave.
Really like a child. She thought so, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Angela quickly finished washing up, put on a simple dress, and couldn't wait to come to the living room to bring her breakfast in front of her and prepare to start. Fortunately, she remembered to thank Natalie with a kiss on the cheek.
"You'd better move faster. I can imagine what Garvey Gawain's expression would look like if he was late." Natalie who sat down beside her reminded kindly, Angela, who had just put a spoonful of corn in her mouth Immediately showed bitterness.
"Please, Nat, don't mention that name when I'm in the right mood," she mumbled, puffing out her cheeks.
"Just because he gave you an ultimatum?" Natalie raised her eyebrows, and Angela, who was complaining, was also very interesting.
"Ultimatum? Not so demanding," Angela muttered as she ate breakfast, "but he said that if I do take a few months off, my credits this year might be in jeopardy. ."
"This is the price, the price of a big star." Natalie shook her head with a smile, curled up on the sofa and read a book.
"Aren't you a big star?" Angela gave her a dissatisfied look.
"But I can't compare with you, can I?" Natalie didn't lift her head, the corner of her mouth was always smiling.
"I know it's been a little longer for a few months, but I tried my best to read books and communicate with professors on the phone. I can't just leave work and do it." Angela, who was drinking juice, said glumly.
"That's because you've given yourself too much work, Angie," Natalie said as she closed the book, looking at her.
"A lot?" Angela picked up her fingers and counted, "collecting songs for recording, casting a few movies, and filming "The Lord of the Rings" and the movies to be directed this year. Among these, "The Lord of the Rings" "The shooting took up a lot of time, and I chose to do most of the work during the holidays."
Speaking of which, she suddenly looked at Natalie with a playful expression: "Is there a role you want to try?"
"Character?" Natalie raised her eyebrows as she opened her laptop.
"That's what I've shown you before, about the Pirates of the Caribbean," Angela said brightly, "I got John Niedup to play Captain Sparrow, Orlando Bloom to play the little blacksmith, and Jeff Lee Rush as Barbossa, are you interested in playing that classic Elizabeth Swan?"
Ignoring the pair of crooked green eyes, Natalie thought for a few seconds: "You mean that magic movie script of yours? I'm sorry, Star Wars Prequels is enough for this kind of trilogy, And the script is too commercial."
"Come on, Nat, isn't "Star Wars Prequel" commercialized?" Angela scoffed at her statement, and then said seductively, "At least come and try it out."
"I'm sorry, I'm really not interested." Natalie refused. She always chooses scripts based on her feelings. If she doesn't have an appetite, she won't agree with what the other party says, not to mention that her current focus is on college.
"What a disappointing answer," Angela showed an exaggerated expression, looking like she had expected Natalie's answer, "then I have to find your stand-in to play this role."
"My stand-in?" Natalie looked at her puzzled.
"Keira, Keira Knightley," Angela said the name with a smile, "I'll be in touch with her when I go to London to prepare for the audition for "Harry Potter" in a few days. keep in touch, and so do I."
Kayla's face immediately appeared in Natalie's mind. Yes, they kept in touch. Last Christmas, Kayla sent a postcard to her, but the picture suddenly changed to when she was on the set of "Star Wars". The situation at the door.
Why would you think of this? She is a little bit inexplicable, is she jealous again? Or eat vinegar from a few years ago
"Actually, from the beginning, you planned to let Keira play this role," Natalie said with a bit of depression, "I should be the substitute."
"BINGO! As expected of Nat, I guessed it right away." Angela smiled wickedly, making Natalie feel like she wanted to beat her up. However, she immediately put away her smile and asked earnestly while picking up the rubbish she had eaten: "To be honest, Nat, if I made a script for you, would you follow?"
"Made for me?" Natalie raised an eyebrow.
Angela didn't answer directly, but folded her arms and smiled: "I have two tailor-made scripts to be made into movies this year, one is Lindsay's, which has been handed over to Disney, the little guy will definitely be hit by it. Red; the other is Jesse's, which is handled by the Pixar film department, and the preparations will start immediately, and there is no need to worry."
You say whoever is popular will definitely be popular? Natalie wanted to ask this question very much, but Angela's confident appearance prevented her from asking.
"I know you're very smart, and your eyes are very picky. It may take me a bit of work, but I will definitely write it!" Angela leaned in front of Natalie and stared at her, "Write it by hand."
She didn't understand why Angela took the word "hands" so hard, but her heart jumped when she saw the confident and serious expression of the other party. The childish Angie, the complaining Angie, the confident and serious Angie, and the crying hysterical Angie a few years ago, which is the real her
Natalie was a little dazed. For a few seconds, she wanted to agree, but she couldn't get the words out of her mouth. Why do you always have the feeling that you will lose something once you agree? Because... Angela always gives her a feeling that she can't catch it
She didn't understand why she thought so, and the dusty memories suddenly reappeared: the kiss in the bathtub, the rape in the bedroom, the reconciliation agreement between the two, and the trip to China... Unconsciously I had already accepted Angela.
Natalie's eyes couldn't help but glance at her computer. Angela noticed her movement and looked at the computer.
"What is this?" She was drawn to the title of the material.
"Well... you know I've always wanted to go to the psychology department, so occasionally... I will do some research on this in advance..." At first, there was some hesitation, but when she thought that Angela had discovered these materials, Natalie no longer covered it up: " This is a somewhat odd case where most of the media focus on the six men Erin Warnos killed between 1989 and 1990, without mentioning that she also had a… Gay Sex Hill Bill Wall."
After a pause, she said again: "I also saw it when I was looking for information on the Internet by accident, and the relationship between the two was taken away. Later, after trying to find a way to collect some more, she once told others that she was for Shelby. Looking for a decent job, she wasn't even... gay before she met Shilby."
And this is not mentioned in the media reports or in the documentaries produced…”
Having said that, Nadali spread her hands and showed a wry smile. When Angela turned her gaze back to herself, she knew that the other party saw it.
"You're still like this, Nat," Angela's tone was flat, but she couldn't help but feel a little lost, "I always want to treat rationality and sensibility separately, but... How can there be such a clear distinction between rationality and sensibility in this world."
"No, Angie, it's not like that," Natalie sighed, "I love you, I'll never deny it, I want to wake up with you, go to class, act, chat, and do everything we can, but …”
Speaking of which, she smiled bitterly: "You know, when I was planning my future as a child, I thought that one day I would shine in stage plays and perform superbly in movies; In the case of a subject, do what you want to do, and then find someone you like to marry. But... When I met you, everything seemed to have changed, and the trajectory of my life began to deviate from the orbit... "
Natalie raised her hand to stop Angela, who wanted to say something, she continued to smile bitterly: "I know what you want to say, I also think it's ridiculous, but I can't help but want to think... Why , what's the matter... Angie, I... "
Angela suddenly reached out and hugged Natalie in her arms. Natalie leaned on her shoulder a little sadly. She never doubted Angela's love for her, but she always...
"I'm sorry," she said softly again.
"It's nothing, Nat." Angela let go of Natalie and said sullenly with her head down.
However, she quickly adjusted, smiled and pointed to the materials on the computer: "To be honest, Nat, I think the materials you found are very suitable for adaptation into a script, and if you perform well, maybe you can get them. What about the next little golden man?"
Natalie couldn't help laughing: "Why, are you planning to write, direct and act?"
"Of course not, I won't direct and act unless there are special circumstances." Angela smiled and shook her head, "I just want to ask if you are interested, the relationship between Erin and Hilby will be the focus of the script. One, I have already been chosen by Irene, so you only have the choice of Hilby, but if you play it well, it is also possible to win the best supporting actress."
"It's here again, I really don't know where you got your confidence." Natalie deliberately showed a helpless look, pushed her and said again: "Let's wait for your script to be written."
"Okay." Angela shrugged needlessly, and then thought of something before saying: "By the way, Jesse may come to Harvard in a few months to make a movie, the script I wrote for her, if that When I'm not around, I can help take good care of her, it should be a piece of cake for you, right?"
"Obviously I can't say no." Natalie spread her hands.
"Remember to get along well, and don't have any conflicts." Angela suddenly admonished without thinking.
Although Natalie was a little strange and felt that she seemed to have something to say, she nodded instead of asking. Then she looked at the time: "Aren't you going yet? It's going to be late."
"Why don't you go?" Angela, who was sitting still on the sofa, asked with a smile.
"Because I didn't have class this morning." Natalie said with her hands on her hips.
"Unfortunately, so do I." Angela raised her eyebrows.