Hayden POV
I'm sitting on my floor, trying to not get my boxes wet from my recent shower, when I heard the doorbell. I assumed it must have been the food Ellen promised to order, but no. There's another person, clearly extremely comfortable to lie on the couch. They're discussing something when I ask if we can eat tteokbokki today. I'm not entirely sure what happened next but the brunette gets up, looking flustered and runs to the bathroom.
I don't really know what I did wrong, but she comes back after a minute or two.
"Can we vote on tteokbokki?" I ask
Ellen raises an eyebrow, not amused.
"I vote yes on tteokbokki" the brunette said
Yes. Thank you, fellow brunette.
"You both can suck my dick"
After convincing Ellen to order tteokbokki, I felt extremely accomplished. It took the brunette and I 3 minutes to debate about why tteokbokki is better than burritos. For some reason, I didn't feel as awkward and uncomfortable around the brunette as I usually would feel. It was nice. If that's a good way to put it.
After 10 minutes or so, the food delivery guy rang the doorbell and I jumped up to get the door, very excited after such a stressful day.
"What's your name?"
Both of them cock their heads at me, flabbergasted.
"What?"
"You sit next to her in class, you imprudent idiot,"
I blink my eyes once, twice, and glance at the brunette, who is now looking at me like I'm an alien.
"Ohh, that's you? Amelie, right?"
"Uh yeah" she said, still unsure what species I belong to.
Ellen looks like she wants to slap me.
I eat the rest of my meal in silence while they discuss some projects coming up, if that was why the brunette looked familiar, then it was probably why. I cannot put my finger on what made her look familiar before but I do not think school is the only reason I have seen her before.
After I finished my tteokbokki, I washed my chopsticks then put it inside the dishwasher and rinsed out the white plastic bowl and threw it in the recycling can. I look at my phone to check the time, 6:24 PM, still so many hours to go.
"Do you want to stay the night?" I hear Ellen ask Amelie, "You can help that asshole unpack his stuff so I don't have to do it with him by myself"
"Yeah sure why not? I brought my homework with me" she gestures towards a light pink tote bag with some pins on it.
"Do you just stay here whenever you want to?" I ask suddenly then realizing that I was eavesdropping.
"Shut up, none of your business, dickhead" Ellen answers.
It's now almost 8 when I start unpacking more of my things into my new bedroom. The room isn't much. Just a twin sized bed, a nightstand, a desk, a file cabinet, along with a wardrobe. Everything is dark-wood and looks expensive as shit, clearly Aunt put effort into this. It's pretty big though, with a door connecting to a small bathroom with marble flooring, a sink, a toilet, and shower. No bathtubs unlike my old bathroom but I rarely use bathtubs anyway.
I open a box labeled as "4" with a box cutter when the brunette knocks, comes in, and asks if I need help unpacking. There wasn't much that I needed help from others since I am already almost done.
When I told her that, her jaw nearly drops, "What the hell, there's like no personality in this room. You don't even have any decorations anywhere."
"There's a duck there," I mumble, pointing to my bed where a stuffed-duck sits comfortably between my pillows.
"That doesn't even count besides everyone has a stuffie on their bed, super normal," crossing her arms made me a bit scared, she was definitely, absolutely no doubt, going to scold me over how important decorations are.
