Let the Light in - T.C x FEM!R

Nosy Friends and Conflicting Feelings |3|

Warning(s): Swearing, Tara pleading the fifth & mentions of death

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"What exactly are we doing here?" you asked.

Tara was leading you to the roof of her apartment building without saying much—which is strange for her. "I'm bored and we have an exam to prepare for. We're multitasking," she finally said while opening a door and walking out on the roof.

"And what's so great about the roof?"

"I need fresh air. Any more questions, Shitlock?" She raised an eyebrow at you while sending you an unimpressed look.

"Someone's poutier than usual today," you said. You took your binder out of your bag as Tara already began on her work.

"Just focus on your dork binder, dork," she quipped and slouched in her seat, tucking her knees to her chest and raising the height of her notebook.

You rolled your eyes back to your binder. "Sure," you said in a monotone voice. You were flipping through the various folders when a thought crossed your mind. The thought had you glancing at Tara, a small, downward smile appeared on your face.

"What?"

"Nothin.'" You quickly turned back to look at your notes.

"No. What?" she repeated, sitting up.

You looked at her again, your same smile from before threatening to cross your face. "I was just thinking—" you shut your binder, "—this is the perfect place to chuck water balloons at people."

Tara looked at the edge before returning her eyes to you. "Damn, I should've thought of that first," she said with a reluctant smile. You could see her dimples. She looked... radiant—

"—Don't beat yourself up," you said with a wink, edging her on.

She laughed. "Yeah, whatever. You can get back to your dumb binder now."

You laid one of your hands over your heart. "My binder is not dumb. It keeps things organized and neat."

"It also keeps girls away," she stated.

"Your sister doesn't seem to mind," you were quick to counter with.

Tara immediately shoved your shoulder. "Can you not?"

"The heart wants what it wants," you joked.

"You know what?" She stood up. "I'm going inside. Climb your way down for all I care."

It wasn't until she shut the door that her words sunk in.

"Wait—what?"

Did the door just click?

You walked up to the door before trying to open it. You turned and shook the handle, but it was no use.

"She locked me out on the fuckin' roof."

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Tara knocked your apartment door three times. The door opened to reveal Anika.

"Hey, Tara. What's up?" she greeted her with a smile.

Tara reciprocated Anika's smile before responding. "Hey—I think I left my headphone charger here the last time I was over. Could I take a look around?"

"Of course, come in." Anika opened the door wider, giving room for Tara to walk in.

She walked over to the couch before digging her hands between the cushions.