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"Hm..." He gave a nervous look to Sage, who had the eyes on Michelle. "Hi, Michelle. How was your day?"
"No, thank you." She sighed as Cole watched her sitting next to Sage and placing her hands on her shoulders. "You see this girl?" She pointed at Sage with the index, pretending to wait for an answer. "Of course you do, you're not blind. You know she's my best friend an-"
"Stop! We are friends." Michelle's covered eyes, by the sunglasses, froze on Sage for a minute, being at pains to process or believe what she said.
Cole watched them, confused, scratching his neck with the yellow painted nails, noticing the cuts on Michelle's face and lip. He connected the dots and understood the usage of the glasses, as well as what he was about to hear.
"Like I was saying... She's my best friend and the person I love most. If you hurt a single hair on her head, be sure you're dead."
The girl next to her got up immediately, complaining Michelle was making a scene for nothing, looking down and away, stumbling over the words. Yes, they had kissed a couple of times but nothing more than that. Cole got up, half embarrassed, half cheerful, declaring that it was getting late and that he should be going.
"You better be." Michelle murmured, along with Sage's 'Already'.
I might be getting too much into their relationship... He pondered.
Sage offered to drive him to the door but he declined and walked himself to the exit, yet wondering what had happened with Michelle.
"Oh my god!!!" Sage's hands embrace the other's cheeks, the cold metal from the golden and silver rings on her fingers against it. "What was that for?"
"Just take my shorts off." She smirked.
Sage sat next to her and placed her tiny head on Michelle's left shoulder. "You can take off the glasses." She moved a little bit and kissed her jaw, breathing her smell. Not the smell of some perfume, no, Michelle didn't like it, found it strong, but her own smell, the odor Sage was already familiar with since years ago, yet couldn't describe it with another word unless 'attractive'.
"Do you like him?"
"No!" She paused. "I don't think so... It doesn't matter." Michelle got up, sketching her dorse, and mumbled she was going to take a shower. "I'll be going with you." She tilted her head to the back to confirm if the words she heard came from the girl behind her, who was giggling in the meantime pulling her hair up and tying it in a bun.
"You don't wanna tease me, Sage."
And after both showers, in different bathrooms, they met again in the same place, Michelle reading manga on the floor, barefoot, with the tips of her hair wet and ignoring the pain, as much as from the face as from the head, and Sage texting Cole, with earphones on, biting her nails.
"Are you making dinner today?"
"I'm not hungry. But yeah, I can make you a salad."
Sage knew Michelle hadn't had breakfast seeing that she had left no trace that morning. "What did you eat for lunch?"
"I didn't." She, distracted, left to escape. "I mean, yes, I did. I ate a burger."
"You lying."
Regardless of being super tired, and lazy, mostly lazy, the girl tried to cook something but was precluded by her best friend. "Ok, Ok. I'll eat." She said. Michelle grabbed a bowl and made a salad with whatever she found in the fridge and cabinets.
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I Hate My Roommate
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