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both Holly and Tanya’s had stopped to gawk at it, and Tommy smirked, obviously pleased with the attention. “Are we stopping back at the apartment? I mean, I need to pick up some clothes and, Tanya, we need to tell the leasing department that we aren’t going to be there.”
     
    “Everything’s taken care of, Holly,” Tanya told her friend. “Trust me. My father already paid for the apartment three months in advance so we don’t have to be worried about money. I already talked to Mrs. Lovett about picking up our mail, and I packed for both you and me!” She grinned triumphantly, but her smile dropped a little when she saw Holly’s unsure facial expression. “You need to learn to trust me, Holl. I packed everything you need and like. Will you trust me? Please?”
     
    “If you forgot anything, you’re paying for it,” Holly told her friend seriously, trying to refrain from smiling.
     
    “Deal,” Tanya responded.
     
    A few students began to notice Tommy and Mitch and started to walk over to them, asking for autographs and pictures. Tommy Nye and The Futurists were one of those eighties bands who were known not only for their controversial music, but also their live performances, their physical fights, and their sex lives. It was really not a surprise to Tanya—and even to Holly—that other students heard of the band’s infamous ways.
     
    “Holly!” a familiar voice called, causing her to look away and face probably the most handsome man Holly had ever personally encountered. He was incredibly tall, probably six foot two and very muscular, with rich, chestnut brown hair that was short in the back but fell casually in his face. He had very sharp features, bright blue eyes, and straight, sparkling white teeth. In all honesty, Holly had no idea how she had managed to befriend Brendan O’Connell. While the two weren’t necessarily best friends, they were quite close, probably the closest relationship she had with a member of the opposite sex. He was majoring in political science, and hoped to be a professor at an ivy league school one day. She wasn’t quite sure if she was in love with him or not, given her lack of experience in that department, but she liked him. A lot.
     
    “Hey Brendan,” Holly said, giving him her usual shy smile. At least her whole blushing phase had diminished a few months into knowing Brendan. But still, two years later, and all she could muster up was a demure smile for him. “How are you?”
     
    “Doing really well, actually,” Brendan replied, walking over to her. He seemed completely ignorant or just didn’t care about the fact that he was a mere two feet away from an infamous band. That was another thing Holly admired about Brendan; he was so … grounded. “How’d your final go? I know you were really stressing out about it.” And he remembered the things she said.
     
    “I actually passed!” she answered with a smile. “I aced it.”
     
    “I knew you would.” Brendan reached out and gave Holly’s shoulder a little squeeze. “I told you that you would!” He shook his head teasingly. “You never listen, do you?”
     
    “I never do,” she conceded as he dropped his arm from her shoulder and let it rest back at his side.
     
    “So,” he began, and finally glanced over at the diminishing commotion, “what is all that, exactly? I mean, I know that’s The Futurists; my older sister used to listen to them … But why are they here? Do you know?”
     
    “Um … yeah, actually,” Holly said, looking down as she felt a blush now cascade over her features. “Okay, you know how as a psychologist, I need a thousand hours at a practice with licensed supervision?” Brendan nodded, causing more hair to fall into his face. Goodness, he looked gorgeous. “Well, for whatever reason, Tommy Nye, the lead singer, asked me to come along as his psychologist. He saw me studying at his concert last night and … well, I really don’t know how to explain what