Song: summer depression - girl in red
"Nada." She mumbled in Spanish and turned to Michelle who was now looking through Sage's wardrobe. "Umm, can I help you?" She raised a brow. Michelle simply ignored her.
"I know my black hoodie is somewhere in here..."
"No it isn-"
"Aha!" Michelle yanked the hoodie out of the hanger. She shook it making sure Sage saw it. Of course, she hated this 'Sage's defect' and sometimes she'd just shut and disregard it, but that hoodie was precious. "Stop stealing my shit." She demanded, gesturing to the piece of clothing.
"Sure!" Sage sneered.
There was no way she'd just stop it, she couldn't. There will always be an item of Michelle's that comes in handy. The look on her face made Michelle want to scream. She blinked five times, turned away, and walked towards the door. Before she left, she remembered today was movie night.
"Hey, are you still down for the movie?" She asked, leaning on the door frame.
Sage did not answer, she was still sitting on her bed with her phone back in her hand, while the other played with the necklaces hanging on her neck.
Michelle analyzed her. How soft she looked with that knitted jumper and mini skirt on. The little smile on her face as she typed... Typed who?
"Sage!" She snapped, crossing her arms. That made her snap back to reality. "Did you hear what I asked?"
"Uh, no." She scratched the back of her head.
Michelle sighed angrily. "Are we still gonna watch that movie??"
"Mhm, yes," Sage responded nonchalantly. All of her attention was put into the conversation she was having again.
"Who the fuck are you talking to?" Michelle tilted her head.
"Who am I talking to?" Sage locked the phone and repeated the question. Michelle nodded yes. "Um, a person..?" She asked sarcastically.
"Who exactly?"
Sage did not want to answer that. But there was also no need to lie, so she just told the truth. "I was texting Cole." She immediately cut the eye contact and started picking on her sock.
Michelle replied with a simple 'ok' and went to the living room. The fact that Cole got Sage all blushy was bothersome, she figured Cole was the person her roommate had spent the entire afternoon amusedly chatting with.
The two girls ended up not having a movie night. Michelle drank 3 glasses of the water of life and passed out on the couch, and Sage stayed the rest of the night locked inside her bedroom.
A few days had passed just like this one, resumed in anime, PS, books, work, music for Michelle and «Da Vinci's Code», meditation, Cole, Netflix, and music for Sage.
Exactly three weeks after the last day of school, at 8 AM, Sage woke up to the anxiously looked-forward day: at eleven the group would gather at Jake's house to drive to the beach, where other friends would later meet them.
«Good morning, grass eyes.» She texted.
With a silk hair bonnet, she left the room, getting ready to cook the recipes she had written the previous day in a notebook. Michelle was on the sofa, holding a bottle of water, rolled in a grey blanket with her eyes on the Tv.
"Did you even sleep?" Sage asked as she opened the dishwasher. But she got no response. Michelle had spent the whole night watching anime, writing stuff she didn't know she was capable of, and smoking next to Sage's plants. "We're going to the beach today. It would be nice if you could help and get ready so we don't get late."
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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...
