Dimples

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.

I didn't even remember putting myself to bed, but that's where I woke up. As soon as I opened my eyes, I covered them with my hands to attempt to block out the grey light, showing that the day was going to be cloudy, and, knowing the weather in Britain, probably a bit cold. When I thought I could handle the light, I uncovered my eyes, looking around my new room. It was fairly large. When I'd walked in there last night, I'd noticed that it was fully furnished. Like Zara had said, there was a bed that was left by her old roommate, and it was huge. And comfortable. I'd spent about an hour unpacking my clothes and a few of my belongings after I'd grabbed them from where I'd left them in the foyer when I first arrived, and still had more to do today. I'd left some of my bags open and scattered around the room, with one perched on top of the dresser, and one under the desk that sat in the corner of the room, opposite the bed. I'd plugged my alarm in straight away, placing it on the bedside table on the right side of where I lay in bed, making easy access for whenever I had to shut it off in the mornings before work. Sitting up, and swinging my legs to the side, I got myself out of bed, headed over to my dresser, and decided on clothes to wear out to breakfast with Zara. Opening drawer after drawer, I settled on a basic black t-shirt, tight legged denim jeans and my black leather jacket to add warmth for when I stepped outside. Grabbing a pair of my black ankle boots, I headed to the bathroom. It was only 7:30am, so I guessed that Zara would still be asleep. Her door was still closed, so I assumed I was right. Making sure to be as quiet as I could, I slipped in to the bathroom, put my clothes on the giant bench that was under the mirror that was too big for any bathroom, and, after stripping of my clothes and leaving them on a pile on the white, tiled floor, stepped in to the shower. Turning on the warm water, I let it soothe over every inch of my body, embracing the warmth it held. Deciding not to wash my hair, I looked through the assorted body washes Zara had scattered over the lip of the shower. Settling on a nice smelling vanilla one, I lathered it up, making bubbles appear all over my body. Standing under the warm water again, the smell of vanilla wafted in to my nose as it rinsed off my skin. When I was fully clean of bubbles, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, making a slow dash to the other side of the bathroom to where the towels were. Making sure I was dried off completely, I dressed quickly, and headed back to my roo, noticing that Zara's door was now open, which probably meant she was awake. As soon as that thought had left my mind, I heard noises coming from the lounge, and knew that she was settled in watching TV already. Going back to my room, I walked over to the dresser, which had a small mirror above it, and quickly applied some foundation and a bit of colour to my lips, before grabbing my purse and heading down to the lounge.

It was exactly 9am when Zara and I walked out the door, heading out to breakfast. We decided to walk so she could show me around a bit, giving me a rough idea of important places. As we walked, I decided to use this time to get to know my roommate.

"So, tell me about yourself," I said to Zara. Her answer was pretty quick.

"Zara Penelope Upton. I turned 23 two months ago, so that was fun. I've lived in London my whole life, just moved sides. Oh, apart from the year I spent abroad in Australia, which was really fun. I studied Communications at university, and graduated two years ago. I have two older brothers and a younger sister, and both of my parents are still alive. I come from a pretty big family, but I'm not exactly as close to them as I was... family fallouts and shit. I work as a receptionist at this law firm in the city, and, even though I get treated like shit there, I stick around due to the good pay. I need the money to pay the rent, and buy food, and still have money left over for me. But, now that you've moved in, we can go halves in rent and groceries and all that, so we may even have more money left over than we need. Ok, now you tell me about you!" Her voice was extremely chirpy this morning, and she had a smile on her face that hadn't gone away. I looked at her and nodded, rubbing my hands together, because, as I thought, the weather was quite cold, and I didn't own a pair of gloves that fit me properly, so my hands were freezing.