Song: Mr. Loverman - Ricky Montgomery
In the early morning, the blue sky was like a sapphire that had just been washed with water, the cheerful late sun was extremely bright and scarlet. It wasn't too hot, nor too cold for summer. The weather was just perfect, one more day, to the girls stand the other's company.
Around nine o'clock, Sage opened the blinds in her room, forcing her to open her eyes so she could stay in bed for one more hour watching random YouTube videos. Lazily she left the bedroom thirty minutes later, at the same time Michelle was leaving hers.
"Good morning!" Sage saluted.
Michelle looked at her flashy body covered with the t-shirt she owned, or had owned, pondering whether she answers or just ignores her. The first option seemed the safest. "Hi!"
"So... What are you going to do today?"
Michelle had opened the drawer where she left lots of coffee capsules and found only teabags boxes. She insisted on looking for them refusing to believe what was on her mind.
"Sage!" She pushed the drawer in. "Where are my coffee capsules?"
The girl was still facing the counter, looking down at the coffee machine, scratching her eyes.
"Oh... I don't know", She lied. "But I can make you some tea."
Michelle slowly turned to her roommate and struggled to not laugh at her sleepy face. "Again with that?" She put on surprising acting. I think I'll have to be the one hiding them from you.
Like they had seen each other for the first time and fallen in love, smiles were exchanged in the kitchen, the moment seemed to happen in slow motion or just lasted a long time. Sage didn't understand the sudden change of mood. Michelle didn't realize she was staring at her with lovely eyes. But, abruptly, her face's muscles relaxed, and the expressionless came back, she slowly walked to the bathroom, always doing something with her hands. Did I just smile at her?
"Michelle?" She heard the other girl's voice behind the door.
"What?"
Michelle was brushing her teeth, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The dark circles she couldn't get rid of along with her inanimate face would make her look like a psycho or just a dead person. Maybe she was a dead person.
Sage was on the other side of the door asking what Michelle wanted for breakfast. "I can make scrambled eggs! Or a fruit salad. Do you want a fruit salad? Milkshake? Donuts?"
Even though Michelle was slightly mad at her, she couldn't not appreciate the angelic voice her roommate had, almost sedative, working like a tranquilizing pill. She opened the door and, without looking at Sage, she roared a "No, thanks." Sage followed her to her bedroom, trying to convince Michelle to spend that day without drinking coffee.
"I promise you, it is not that bad!" She said as Michelle took off her shirt, outing her little boobs. "See this as a challenge."
"Don't you think that it's a little bit stupid fighting about fucking coffee?" Michelle demanded while wearing a gray sports bra. "I'm not mad, ok?"
"Are you going somewhere?" She hadn't looked at Sage yet, that was standing in front of the door. Michelle was going to the cafe in front of their building. As running her legs through black sweatpants, she told Sage to not worry and that she would be home once she drank her coffee. "Why?" Her arms drop in disappointment. Sage was feeling bad, with a drop of guilt. Her strategy to make Michelle not drink coffee had failed, once again.
"'Cause I want to, Sage."
"Ok... Ok... I'll put them back in the drawer. But, I don't know... Try to drink less, or add more milk."
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I Hate My Roommate
Teen Fiction«It felt like things were going back to normal, their balance, the peace between those walls that sooner or later would reach a climax and everything would break into pieces, it would look like the damage is irretrievable and there's no turning back...
