washing machine heart

breakfast

woke up bright and early alongside Spencer, ready to leave for the day and hopefully not see Emily for a long, long time. She hated the way Emily looked at her, she hated the way the room smelled just like lavender, and she hated the way Emily held Elle in her sleep- it was disgusting. Romance was disgusting. Relationships were overrated.

It was obviously hatred.

Spencer offered to accompany JJ to the dining hall, which JJ contemplated for a moment before she decided that Elle and her needed to go grocery shopping so her roommate had to wake up.

"Elle. Elle." JJ shook the brunette slightly. "Elle. Elle, wake the hell up." Suddenly, her hand slipped and she was grabbing Emily's side. Emily's eyes flew open to make contact with JJ, confused as well as terrified.

"What the hell are you doing?" Emily asked, furious as she sat up and threw JJ's hand off her body.

JJ decided to not analyze why exactly the spot Emily touched tingled throughout her entire body, and instead rolled her eyes. "My hand slipped, chill the fuck out. Will you wake her the hell up, obviously she won't listen to me."

Emily scoffed, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on Elle's forehead- her eyes instantly flew open to smile up at the brunette. "Hi." Emily repcoricated the welcoming, before nodding to JJ.

"El, we have to go grocery shopping. Let's go. Get dressed. " She walked away from the bed, walking over to her pair of boots and sliding them on. "Hurry, El." As Spencer had left a few minutes ago, JJ obviously had no reason to continue staying there. She scurried out of the room, waiting outside the door for her roommate. She sighed.

Inside the room, Emily watched as Elle put on her outfit from the day before, except for putting on one of Emily's hoodies instead, a big hoodie that simply said, "Rome." It smelled just like her.

"Wait, El," Emily cut in as Elle looked at her from the doorway, her hand on the doorknob. "I... I know we haven't known eachother long, but um... would you, I mean, are we like, dating?" She asked, anxiety practically dripping off her tongue. El shot her a soft smile, coming back over to the bed where Emily was currently residing.

Leaning in, she placed a soft kiss on Emily's lips. "Of course we are. Text me later, sorry Jayje is dragging me out," and soon after, Emily was alone in the room.

Alone.

Looking towards the floor, Emily observed JJ's makeshift bed on the floor. It looked as if she barely slept the night before, the blankets barely ruffled and the pillow without a single crease. She wondered if JJ had.. Heard them.

Crawling off her bed, she allowed herself to land on the floor, consuming the events of the night before. Derek kissing Spencer, having sex with Elle, Garcia shouting in the hallway, catching JJ stare directly at her skin as she was pulling her pants back up.

Normally, she wouldn't question such a thing. In this case, she did. All of the people watched her as she took down her pants, but JJ watched as she pulled them up? It made no sense to her. Why would she do that? Why would she look at Emily like that?

Emily, frankly, didn't want her to look at her. She wanted her GIRLFRIEND, her cute ass lover, to be looking at her when she pulled her pants back up. She wanted her girlfriend to make note of all the freckles on Emily's back. Instead, it was the girl she absolutely despised.

Just thinking of JJ looking at Emily made her queasy, unable to breath, so she forced the thoughts from her head and tried to focus her mind on the more positive thoughts of the night. She wondered how Spencer was feeling about Derek, she had yet to ask.

She really hoped he wouldn't get his heart broken.
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The young brunette boy skipped down to the big dining hall, breakfast just starting to be served. The options were limited per usual: an assortment of muffins, bagels, and dry cereal. Spencer didn't expect to eat much as he sat down with a double chocolate muffin, allowing it to sit for a moment. He scanned the horizon, as if he was expecting something. Or someone.