The Girl From Spain (girlxgirl)

Day 65&66/93: Sally

Sorry for the delay, I had a lot on my plate! Here we go... 🐳🏳️‍🌈

Sally had become better at being alone.

Jake being at his mother's place for the weekend was almost welcomed. She spent the two days being properly lovesick with blankets, romantic movies she usually avoided, chocolate, lots of tissues, and procrastinating on the work she was supposed to do. Without the blatant fear to be broken up with, heartache, and guilt for pressuring Mila, she genuinely would have considered it an interesting experience.

When her roommate returned home on the late Sunday afternoon, Sally had just finally managed to take a shower and get dressed. She heard Jake's sigh and steps while she was in the kitchen, pushing a frozen pizza into the oven.

She set a timer on her phone and left the room to greet Jake. He was laying on the couch, flat on his stomach with his face in a pillow. Sally raised her eyebrows and grinned for the first time in a couple of days. "What happened to you?"

Jake flinched and looked up. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I live here," she said drily. "Remember?"

He sat up and drove his hand through his hair. "I know. You just have been at Mila's place so often lately..."

The reminder hurt. She tried to keep any signs of panic and abnormality out of her features as she drily commented. "But occasionally, I do enjoy the comfort of my own home."

Sally would have gone on about how she paid rent and intended to use the apartment out of principle, but she already seemed to have overdone it. Jake frowned and asked, "Is everything okay with you two?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "We had a little... Fight. But I don't want to talk about it. Yet. You know I'll come to you the second I'm ready, right?"

"Yes. I know."

She loved him for not pressing further even though she could see the worry and curiosity on his face. And if he would look at her in that way for even one more moment, she would cave, cry, and spill it out. So, Sally sat down next to him and changed the subject. "Why do you look like a miserable poodle?"

Jake snorted as Sally linked her arm with his and rested her head on his shoulder. "Miserable poodle? Really?"

She nodded. "It fits. Answer the question."

He let out a deep sigh. "It's Layla."

Jake checked his phone and stowed it back in his pocket with disappointment written all over his features. Sally snickered. "Of course."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just having a lot of fun watching you fall for that girl," she answered.

He opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind and only shrugged. Sally patted his shoulder. "What happened?"

"She ditched me," Jake mumbled.

Sally lifted her head just in time so Jake could see the last signs of amusement on her face morph into a frown. "Did she say why?" she asked slowly.

"Not really," he answered. Jake ran his fingers through his hair before he spoke on. "That's what frustrates me so much. If I was too clingy or we spent too much time together she could have just told me but what if something's wrong?"

"What do you think could be wrong?" Sally asked.

Jake sighed again. "I just have a bad feeling," he groaned. "I mean, you saw how she just ran out here the other day."