Will you ever learn?

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A/N English is not my first language, so forgive me if there are mistakes :)

Maya POV

"Do you have a rough idea what time it is?" I heard a sleepy voice ask behind me as I hastily turned off the blender. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I knew exactly what was coming now. Not wanting to upset her further, I grabbed my shake and shook it by hand. "Hello?" the female voice asked again. "We've been living together for two years. You know exactly how early I get up." "5:15 get up and brush teeth. 5:30 run. 6:30 shower. 6:45 another shake. 7:00 a coffee. 7:10 get dressed. 7:20 brush teeth again. When we moved in together, our rule was that I accept all of that, but what was the one condition I made then?" she asked grumpily.

To be honest, I had no idea what she was talking about. Everything was just like every morning. "Mayaaaaa?" "Wait, let me think for a minute." I lowered my head and went over in my mind any arrangements she and I had ever agreed upon. No loud sex when the other is home? Hmm, doesn't apply right now. No long showers. Nope. No drinking her beloved wine. Hastily, I turned around in our kitchen. Luckily, her expensive wine bottles were still in place. So that was not it either.

"You don't want me to just eat your parmesan?" I finally turned to my roommate. Her eyes were wide, and she sprinted to the fridge. "Mio Dio, Maya!" she took the pathetically measly remainder of the Parmesan, which she had bought only two days ago, out of the fridge. She frowned and pouted. At that moment, I could have sworn I saw a tear in her right eye. She took the Parmesan from one hand to the other. She looked really hurt, and so slowly the guilt hit me.

"Uhh, hey! Did you know that Parmesan cheese is not vegetarian? In classic Parmesan cheese animal rennet is processed. With a special solution, the enzymes are extracted from the stomachs of dead ruminants." I rambled. Cautiously I looked at Carina, who just looked at me, angry, annoyed and unimpressed. Of course she knew that, she comes from Italy after all.

"Carina, I'm sorry." i said slightly panicking. She only sniffled for a moment, but refused to look at me. I moved closer to her and tried to find her eyes. "Carina?" "You know very well that I've been looking forward to this Parmigiano for four days! I drove 50 km there, and 50 back, to buy this piece. And within 10 minutes, you ate it completely." "I'll go to the supermarket today and get you some more." "No, I don't want cheap supermarket cheese. Do you think I drove the 100 km for fun!" she snapped.

"It's just cheese-" I began. When her eyes met mine, I knew I had incurred her wrath. "Just cheese?! Oh my God. Maya!" "Why are you getting so emotional about cheese?" I said, by now slightly annoyed by this cheese conversation. I saw tears forming in her eyes. She stood up straight and walked toward me. I kept backing away until my butt hit the countertop.

"Now listen to me Miss "Why do you get so emotional about cheese", I get emotional because my body has decided to release less progesterone, which breaks down my uterine lining, and I bleed like a slaughtered pig! I only slept two hours tonight because I had such cramps and then I get up earlier to look for tampons, only to find I don't have any left. Then I lay back down in my bed to relax some more, and then I hear that infernal machine where you prepare your disgusting shake! At 6:45 you chase me out of bed. Although we had the agreement that if we both have the day off, you have to wait with your fucking blender at least until half past eight! And then I come into the kitchen to confront you, and you tell me that you ate my cheese?! And then you wonder why I get so emotional about cheese?" she said in a deadly tone. She tapped my breastbone repeatedly with her index finger. I swallowed audibly.

We stared deeply into each other's eyes. Neither of us said anything. We were interrupted by my smartphone. With very slow steps I crept around Carina to answer the call.