Radio Love (english version) by ameliamcfloyd (romantic love story reading .TXT) 📕

should be savored, he thought to himself, as he is already the glass door, the University dropped behind. Before him stretched a large campus. He could go anywhere, but he decided to stay close to the old doctrine. His head was still buzzing the grisly images, like bees to honey. No matter what he tried to do, they would not depart. He took a few deep breaths before he lit a cigarette. With relish, he smoked it. Train to train, the fags shorter.
Jason took his cell phone from his jacket pocket to take a look at the clock. He had about ten minutes before, had to go back inside. Before Jason went in, he threw the leftover cigarette butts on the ground. Followed by a comfortable step at a time. Step by step. The shrill ringing, the bell rang. It heralded the end of the break and announced it to another lecture. Within seconds, the auditorium was packed. Students rushed hastily into their classrooms, where their classes were held. While the others were quick, Jason sat calmly in his seat and watched the hustle and bustle, which apparently came from all over the place. At the same moment when the professor came into the room, stopped making any sound from the students.

The day at the university seemed to pass in flight. The four hours he spent in the classroom as in the motion passed. Jason was one of the first to leave the old doctrine. No quarter-hour later, he was already arrived at his loft. He ended his full attention to devote to his study documents, as he was firmly convinced that we have neglected this. He scored just sixteen days before graduation exam. He was half dead on the bed and stood in the next few days just to back. Even when given at the university courses is not much. The lecturers, but also the dean felt that one should not strain the students unnecessarily, they would have anyway to get more than enough.
Their questionnaires, which will put the future of all its students, the barriers to their future career were long since finished on the podium of the University of conductor. Among the budding criminologists, the rumor mill almost cooked through. Word got around, how hard would it be the final exam. Not a few felt it would be impossible to create, in turn, others claimed the opposite. But one of the year's best left is not going crazy and bounce off everything left to itself. Although some were considering to quit her studies shortly before her goal, which came out of the question for Jason. He wanted to complete this study successfully and necessarily should it occur but otherwise, he had at least tried.
Jason got to like a madman. He often took five hours to get to from which were then twelve. It often happened that he completely lost track of time while learning.

For sixteen days were originally seven, then four. Before he knew it was a big day at hand. He did not exactly twenty-four hours until then. As in previous weeks, he fell into a dreamless sleep. Jason slept so soundly that he not only his alarm clock rang of the soul from the body of metal, not heard. Could also be the tough calls on his cell phone did not break out of sleep.


Christopher Sullivan was also a student at the State University of Los Angeles. Chris was a slender and tall young man, he was a hybrid between a father was African-American descent and a mother's white skin color. The bright green eyes, he owed her. He grew up in a neighborhood of Los Angeles, where murder and mayhem, guns - and drug trafficking were so obvious as regards the nice postman who were mainly in the neighborhoods where white people lived, hard-working on their letters and packages to the addressed places did. Where Chris was living, and no one dared point if there is still a once lost, he did not return. At least not alive. Sometimes just 5 $ of the trigger of conflict among the people who went were often fatal. In this district, there was another regiment. It was said that the devil himself, would have secured a place here in the sun. The rules presented to those people with whom you should not invest better, things did the self-destruction, in the New York neighborhoods like the Bronx, Queens and Harlem, fear and terror, seem like good orphan boys left. It was one of the neighborhoods from which they did not speak. One area that we as an unwanted problem child who was expelled from the society fails to mention. Chris was always of the opinion that no one would with a normal sense here run here, not even a lunatic who has escaped from the asylum ... would not even he.
If a stray but here, it was faster than the one he loves, it is clear that LA is not only Hollywood Hills and Bel Air Bevely existed, but also had a very ugly side. His parents had all their savings must find hard to make him the permanent residence permit. He vowed to his parents out of this Moloch, when he had a job.

He, too, for now the big day arrived.
Christopher tried frantically to reach his fellow student Jason Delano.
It also brought to the x - th time, nothing, so he decided to pay him a visit.
He quickly pulled a T - shirt on which he blindly from the huge pile of clothes, pulled over. In noisy haste he forgot to put the jeans and ran to Jason with his front pants straight.

It took less than five minutes before he was with his buddy. Like a madman Chris pounding on Jason's door. Chris hopped like a boxer standing before the a struggle, as he waited outside his premises.

"Hey, Jason! Wake up! "He exclaimed loudly, hoping he would move immediately to the door and it then open it.

But on the other side of the door, nothing happened.
Jason took Chris' indirect presence not even notice that he was still in the land of dreams. Chris tried his luck one more time again, he knocked on the door of Rain. His restlessness was getting bigger and bigger.

"Get your ass out of bed at last! It is time to get up, Sleeping Beauty, "he cried again.

Only then did Jason that it was now time to stand up. Unintentionally torn from sleep, sleepy, he turned to the other side. He let his gaze wander around the room before his field of view directed at the clock on him. Now he understood what was going on.

"Holy shit! I'll be late, "he swore angrily.

From one moment to the other, he was wide awake, as if stung by a tarantula, he jumped from his bed and walked toward the door. Chris was already in front and waited impatiently for him.

"Chris? Oh man ... I would be without you? "

"Do you know what time it is now?" Chris asked him applied. "I'm waiting here for exactly ten minutes ... and what makes our princess! She sleeps and sleeps, "he continued.

"Could you please stop as you perform a nagging fury? The Clock will therefore not turn back again. "He countered annoyed.

He looked at him briefly.

"I dress myself go fast." He informed him.

"Well, hurry up only we do not have six minutes." Chris replied to him quietly.

On the way to the bathroom, he gathered all his clothes that he wanted to put on his big day. He hastily pulled on a shirt. The toothbrush was still in its left corner of his mouth as he pulled on his shorts. In the heat, it can still make it in time, he almost forgot that he had his toothbrush still in his mouth.

"If you had not knocked on my door like a madman, I would have slept through the exam." Let him know he acknowledged.

"Oh no ... what you say and do now that you come out of there, man!" Chris rushed Jason.

"I'm still on my way." Jason replied to him.

"This will I hope also for you. After all, you're the one who will come to his big day too late. "He warned.

After Jason is slipped into his clothes and his morning toilet came to an end, he left on his nimble feet loft. He bumped into his friend so much so that he Chris almost threw albeit unintentionally, to the ground.
Fortunately, he saw it in time.

"We are really cutting it close!" Chris did know him.

Jason sprinted his way to the exam. As he ran, he gave his best mate, one praising pats on the back. Even Chris sprinted with him to review them. Both were now on their way to their big, fateful day. It was the day on which their future was written. They ran as fast as they could and just as the dean wanted to close the door to the examination room, she carried flutschten.
At the large clock in the examination hall featured the two facilitates found that they just so are published on time.

With a serious mine handed the professor both their examination papers. His face no spark of emotion was observed. It was totally expressionless.

"Good luck, guys," he advised the two quietly out.

Both nodded in a friendly smile. Inside, prayed the two inseparable joy, that all may go well. Thoughtfully, Jason and Chris took place at their tables. For the last time they saw the ceiling caught a deep breath and devoted little later the check leaves their attention. Highly concentrated, is read by the two questions. Almost simultaneously, she took her pen in hand and began thus to tick either or write down their answers. Times in key points, sometimes in complete sentences. After about half of their questionnaires, they realized the hard way that they divided their time were quite limited, because shortly after he began to falter, Jason also. With excitement, they began to swear, but they were not the only ones who did this. The time they sat in the neck. How the devil himself cheering them signed up to his neck. Her hands hurt afterwards duly after they had taken the pen. Both were moving restlessly in his chair. Jason nervously tapped his slender fingers on the wooden table top. Chris rocked the other hand, with his foot impatiently for times up times below. At last came the redeeming clamp, which marked the end of the audit. Relieved, she sprinted out of the ancient doctrine.

"This calls for a celebration!" Stated Jason relieved.

"What you can count on you, buddy," he laughingly agreed to a handshake.

"Tonight is the Lakers game. Are you in? "He asked, in joyful mood.

"Sure it! When's running on it? "He asked purely for informative.

"Tonight at eight. "Chris informed his buddy.

"Ok. Until tonight, then. "Jason confirmed it.

Jason went on his way to his loft. Once there, he was like a wet sack, according to the length fall on his bed. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the silence around them. He was filled with bliss. He could just still not quite believe the test to have now left behind. Before he knew it, he nodded off. The stress of recent days and weeks left, away from him. Jason was not as relaxed as has long been more. All sense of time became begun to waver, as he after a while his eyes again.
He lazily stretched out his hand to his mobile phone, which had its place