College is not easy.

Okay, well maybe it is for some people. Take somebody like my roommate Kate, for example. I come home every night from work to her doing homework, sunken into our big red couch, digging neon orange cheese balls out of a ridiculously large plastic container.

Me on the other hand… Well, I spend my days waking up early, going to class, burning my tongue on a rushed cup of coffee and hurrying to work. The hardware store has been a good fit for me, but there are times when I feel overworked between all my responsibilites.

Luckily this all will come to an end in about a month. May is approaching soon and I just applied to graduate last week. I still had no idea where I would end up, what I would end up doing. Up until this year I loved to edit and read stories. I felt like publishing was a good fit for me, but I took an elective class in marketing and I fell in love. I had always been a creative person and marketing was so perfect for me. Luckily most of my classes transferred over, and I would 'graduate' in May, but I had to pass a marketing internship this summer in order to receive my diploma in the mail. I was still actively looking for an internship, but I felt completely overwhelmed when surfing through the internet.

When I walked through my front door, I saw Kate sleeping on the couch. Our bathroom trash can sat on the floor, overflowing with tissues. She opened her eyes and promptly let out a sneeze.

"Oh no. Not feeling good?" I said, sorting through our mail and making my way over to the teapot to fix her some.

"No. I went to the doctor today. I have a sinus infection. That's not even the worst part."

I nodded as I filled the teapot and noticed the scabs forming under her nostrils. Poor girl.

"What's the worst part?"

"I finally set up an interview with the CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings and now I'm literally dying."

"That sucks. Looks like you are going to need some Sudafed." I said as I filled the sink to scrub the pile of dishes on the counter. "Do you want me to go get you some?"

"No, but there's something that you could do for me."

"Sure Kate, anything. You know that." I looked up and saw the coy look on her face.

"Go to the interview for me? I'll give you a list of questions and a list of follow up questions. I'll completely prepare you. Ana PLEASE. I will do anything for you in return."

"Ummm no." I answered, laughing to myself. Tomorrow was finally my day off. I looked up and saw her staring out the window sadly.

"Please Ana. This story could be everything for my career."

I stared into her bloodshot brown eyes, and I felt my resolve thinning. "Who is the CEO." I answered, annoyed. A glimmer of hope shot through her eyes. She straightened her posture.

"Damn Ana, do you live under a rock? It's Christian Grey!" Her thumbs moved quickly over her smartphone, and as she made her way toward me with the screen facing me, I saw a chiseled face and beautiful, grey eyes staring back at me. My heart skipped a beat.

"Jesus, you should've started off with the fact that he looks like a male model. I'm gonna lose my shit." I squeezed her arm, laughing. "But fine, I'll do it." I said nervously.

She let out a small, shrill scream and embraced me. "Hey, keep your germs away from me." I laughed as the teapot began to whistle. "Get me a list of questions. You're going to have to coach me up."