london girl • wilbur soot

02 - texting

the drive home is unbearably long, and i almost fall asleep at the wheel, but i make it home in one piece.

somehow, i managed not to look at my phone the whole drive home, so i have several notifications.

tommy sent a message
emma sent a message
you have (2) new follow requests

the last notification is from instagram, so i check my message from emma first.

emma

how often do i feed the cat again

i roll my eyes and swipe out of them conversation, clicking on tommy's text.

tommy

you left your shampoo in the bathroom
have fun smelling like shit

i can buy more shampoo moron

as i'm unlocking my front door, i click on the notifications from instagram.

wilbur soot requested to follow you

quackity requested to follow you

i click accept on both requests, sliding my phone into my pocket while closing the front door behind me.

emma appears in the corridor, a worried look on her face. "what the fuck, maggie. you told me you were getting back tomorrow," she shouts.

"did i?" i ask. shrugging, i drop my keys on the hook and my backpack on the ground. it's raining in london, so i put on a coat before getting out of the car. it's sopping wet from the rain, so i throw it in a laundry bin.

"it's technically 'tomorrow'," i say, looking at the clock on the oven. "it's two in the morning."

emma flips me off as she disappears into my room. as her door closes, my grey tabby cat, marco, walks in from the living room.

he meows as he walks up to me and i pick him up. "hey emma?"

"what?" she yells back.

"did you feed my cat?"

"he has food in his bowl still," emma shouts.

i walk over to marco's food bowl, and it's empty. "no, he doesn't, emma."

emma's door swings open and she appear in the corridor. "fuck, did i seriously not feed the cat?"

i gape at her. "no."

"i'm sorry man," she apologizes before going back into her room.

i grab marco's bowl and fill it with food. when i drop it on the ground, marco instantly begins crunching on it.

i fill a mason jar with water and retire to my room.

my room is in the corner of the apartment, so two of my walls have wide windows. if we weren't on the fifth floor of the building, i would be terrified of them, but we're way to high up for me to care anymore. green houseplants litter my windowsills
i set my water and decide to take a quick shower to wash off. when i'm out i twist my wet hair into a bun and change into a pair of shorts and a white tank top.