Ellie: what did you mean you hate your major??
I stared at my phone, gnawing on a nail as I waited for Noah's reply. It was past midnight, but I knew he'd still be awake—he had always been a night owl.
Noah: Ellie why are you still awake?
Ellie: take an extra pair of long scissors and cut the crap noah. i wanna know why you hate your major all of a sudden
Noah: OUCH. Someone's mad I obliterated her in bowling.
Ellie: i allowed you to win
Noah: Yes you did and the sun is pink.
I sighed and sat up in bed. We were drifting off topic. I needed to figure out why Noah suddenly didn't like Business Administration.
After all, he'd known for years that it was what he'd study in college—and he'd even come to terms with it.
So then what had changed?
Ellie: you're changing the topic noah. talk to me
Noah: I will.
Noah is typing…