Housemates

Friends

Arianne

I wake up the next morning feeling relaxed- that is until someone drops a hammer on my head.

Kidding.

But in all seriousness hangovers are real. I toss around the bed to find some comfort but that just makes the sun too bright on my eyes. Finally I open them, realizing I'm not in my room.

I look around to find some familiarity and realize it's Aaron's room I'm in.

Shit. Aaron.

Yesterday's events suddenly flash back to me. I groan in embarrassment. The sound of the door opening startles me.

It's Aaron. He walked out of the bathroom in only grey sweatpants while drying his hair.

"About time you got up," Aaron complained.

I picked my phone up from under my pillow remembering I placed it there last night.

3:45pm

How?

"How're you feeling?" He asked me, pointing to the glass of water next to me.

I smiled at his thoughtfulness.

"Shit" I replied.

Aaron laughed, "didn't expect anything less."

I sat up to drink the water, trying my hardest not to look at shirtless Aaron.

He's so- no.

Aaron takes a seat next to me looking at me wanting to say something.

"So last night.." he starts.

I choke on my water.

"You didn't throw up, thank god" he says sounding really relieved.

I let out an awkward laugh, happy he didn't say anything about what happened.

He says something about going out with friends and leaves the room with a shirt in his hand. Once he's out I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

What has gotten into me? Am I really attracted to Aaron? I mean he was always attractive but why am I suddenly getting nervous?

I need to get my mind off of this.

~~~

I asked Ella if she was free today to hang out, but unfortunately she wasn't. She was still nice enough to drop me off at the mall.

I'm on a mission now. I need to buy a book.

I walk around for a good five minutes trying to look for a bookstore to get something. I gave up a couple minutes after not feeling walking anymore for no reason so I head to the food court.

Food is better anyway.

"How the hell is there no table available?" I muttered to myself annoyed. I had forgotten that today was Saturday, meaning that people have nothing better to do with their lives but come here and hang out.

Which makes me feel lonely because I'm here alone- looking for a book.

"It's worse on holidays" a girl's voice brings me back to reality.

The girl behind the voice looks about my age, holding a paper bag from some food place here. I realize she was replying to my mutter.

"Well, merda" I cursed. Not at her but at the crowd.

"Sei italiano?" She asked.

I nodded, "sì, sono on scambio."