❝What Brahms?❞
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"Just choose," Bridget stated with no energy in her voice whatsoever. It was one of those Friday nights where they chose to lend the night to their friendship. Just the two besties and no one else. Eloise's dorm smelt like a mixture of popcorn and chocolate. The lights were turned off and her led lights were the only light source. Despite the two girls' lack of sleep due to studying and completing school assessments for the past few nights, they just completed watching a movie and made the decision not to go to bed.
"This isn't easy, Bridge."
"I know. But you can just reject both of them and call it a day," Bridget suggested before eating the last piece of popcorn inside the stainless bowl.
Eloise chose to cuddle a pillow from her bed instead of heeding her wise advice. "Besides, tell them that you need some space to think. Did they pressure you?"
"No. But I feel like everything is not right. I can't entertain them both."
"Then just take some time apart. Tell them to not contact or talk to you for the time being. Stop going on dates with Miles and just decide."
"Okay, but can you help me decide?" Eloise shifted her body towards Bridget who wore a bothered expression.
"Are you crazy! You can't let me decide for you. I have my own problems, babes."
Eloise plopped on her bed and fixed her gaze on the ceiling. Bridget slapped Eloise's shoulder.
"Hey what happened to the no sleeping on the bed rule? We're both sleeping on the ground, get your ass on the floor." Eloise did not budge, pretending not to hear her words.
Maybe there is a way for her to decide. Signs.
"Hey Bridge, can you cook our breakfast tomorrow?" Eloise requested, still not moving from her position.
"I'm not going to if you don't get off the bed." Eloise shot up from her comfy bed and immediately sat on the pile of blankets on the floor as a substitute for a futon.
"What are the options anyways?" Bridget stood up from the floor and scanned her fridge to check.
"I have no idea. Surprise me."
"You're making this hard for me," She complained as she rummaged through Eloise's tiny improvised kitchen area.
If she cooks something using the stove, then it's Miles. If she goes for a ready-to-cook meal, then it's Brahms.
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Bridget's eyes slowly opened by themselves. The light from outside that was peeking through the gap between the curtains shone directly into her eyes. She rose from the blanket and pillow-covered floor. Her gaze shifted towards Eloise who was fast asleep.
She walked towards her bag that was resting beside Eloise's wardrobe and fished for her Bluetooth earphones. She connected them to her phone and put on some calming music for herself. She prepared the ingredients while calmly bopping her head to the music.
Bridget wondered how Terrence was doing. Their daily conversations went from minimal conversations to no conversations at all. Since she didn't want to appear needy, she has no significant reason for going to visit him. She just missed him.
Maybe he wasn't really interested in her in the first place. Perhaps he just happened to be compassionate and perceived her as someone who needed support. It's her fault for over-analyzing the situation and emotionally hurting herself.
Bridget compiled the used dishes and washed them before waking Eloise up. She realized that Eloise was not aware of her Terrence dilemma. But she already has her own love triangle to solve. All she has to do is suffer by herself and deal with this.
She dried her hands before detaching the earphones from her ears. She walked closer to the girl sleeping.
"Wake up." She softly kicked her arm before strutting back to the kitchen to set the table. When they have sleepovers, Eloise typically ignores Bridget who always woke her up, but this time she opted to kick the covers out of her body and run to the coffee table.
"What did you cook!"
"Huh?"
"What's this?" Eloise hastily grabs the bowl of food and sniffs it.
"What are you doing? I found some instant rice meals, didn't you buy this?" Bridget raised an eyebrow.
"Instant?" Eloise carefully pulled out a chair, her eyes not leaving the food.
"Brahms."
"What Brahms?"
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