One Number.

Chap. 3

I woke up to the warm sun streaming through my windows, feeling refreshed and excited. 

Today was it. I could potentially walk out of this date with another one planned, if things go well.

I made my way out of my bedroom, taking last night's dinner rubbish out, deciding on cereal this morning. As I was pouring the cereal, I heard the front door’s knob start to jiggle. I looked up, a sense of panic flooding through me. Maybe I was going to die to a crazy axe murderer.  

The panic immediately eased when I heard the sound of keys dropping and a pointed “Fuck.” come from the other side of the door. 

I swiftly made my way to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open to see a very tired and very clearly hungover Sam.

“So you’re not dead, eh?” She said groggily, shuffling through the threshold with a couple of bags in her hands. 

I scratched the back of my neck, helping her to carry in more bags that she had set down on the porch. 

“Yeah, sorry about that.” I said sheepishly. “I tried to call you, but I forgot your number and ended up calling a random person.”

“Wow,” she said sarcastically, drawing out the ‘o’. “We’ve been roommates for what, 2 years now? And you still haven’t memorized my number.” 

I scoffed, setting the bags down outside of her bedroom door. “Okay, smartass. Then what’s my number?” I said, crossing my arms and giving her a look. 

She went quiet, before glaring at me and muttered an annoyed “Touche.” 

I puffed out a breath and helped carry the rest of her bags in, which was an ungodly amount. 

For as long as I’d known her, Sam had always had a shit ton of money. Most of it was from her parents. She still somehow turned out to be an amazing person despite being wealthy, always generous and kind. Such a good person, in fact, that she was the reason we had this nice house instead of a shitty apartment like most 21 year olds do.

She paid nearly all the rent while I paid for things like Netflix. We had come to a compromise a while ago that I would cook and bake for her and pay for streaming services, and she paid for the house. I agreed. 

“You good?” I asked, looking over to where she was leaning over the counter.

“Trinity convinced me to play Never Have I Ever but with shots. Let’s just say it didn’t go well.” she said, her voice slightly muffled from where she had her head buried in her hands.

Trinity was her girlfriend. I had only ever met her once. She seemed like a nice enough girl, but was clearly a party animal. 

I hummed in agreement, continuing to prepare my gourmet Apple Jacks. I motioned to the cereal in a silent question, but Sam shook her head no. 

“I think if I was to eat anything right now it wouldn’t stay down for more than two minutes.” she murmured out. 

“Alright.” I simply said, taking the cereal to the couch and sitting down. I turned on the tv, heading to YouTube. I watched as Sam’s account popped up, and clicked on the little icon. 

I heard her say, “Did you see that they posted a new video?” from behind me. I pivoted in my seat to look at her, watching as she made some weird hangover cure concoction. 

“Who did?” I asked, confused as to who she was talking to. She nodded to the tv again, and I turned, seeing that there was a new video in the recommended section that had been posted yesterday.