Must Be Love [NH]

One

"...and then she was all like colour theory isn't an accurate representation of the colours across an entire spectrum well obviously not! It can't have every single fucking shade on there can it?! That would be a big fucking wheel. It's just to find appealing colour schemes and contrasts and she's out here acting as if the entire thing is a lie! What do they teach you in primary school?"

He stops blabbering and finally inhales, my eyes lift at his silence. I hadn't really been listening, too busy pouring clear tequila out into small plastic shot glasses that line the wooden floor in front of my crossed legs.

I meet his brown eyes through the mirror, he shakes his head. "Were you even listening to anything I just said, Avalie?"

My pink lips purse, lifting one of the shot glasses up towards them as I think about how to answer his question. "How mad would you be if I said that I didn't get a single word?"

His body sags in defeat, huffing in annoyance. He's already been dragged to my dorm this evening, had to watch me take my time getting ready and now he's realised that for the past twenty minutes his mindless ranting about his most recent lecture didn't even enter through my ears but merrily bounced off the side of my head.

"Wait— did you ask me about primary school?" I spin around, almost dropping the shot glass from my hand and being very close to taking out the other five with my legs. "How has that got anything to do with art? Do they wanna send you back there or something?"

"No, don't be a dick." I grin brighter, offering the small shot glass out to him kindly. He clearly fucking needs it more than me, for once I'm not angrily pacing and telling him how badly I want to drop out and never return to the building. That's probably because it's Saturday today and I know I'm not going to be remembering a thing in the morning.

He tosses the tequila back into his mouth, pulling a slight face at the burn before tossing the plastic cup down onto my messy floor just to accumulate with all the clothes I've tried on this evening and not decided to wear.

I grab it from the floor with a deep sigh. "Okay messy." Crawling over a few feet to toss it into the small bin in the corner of the room. He definitely would've got it in if he'd just thrown it in that direction.

He watches me sit back down in front of the mirror where I've been situated for almost an hour now putting makeup on and making sure my hair looks good. "Please tell me you're almost ready to go because I swear if I have to watch you prance around in another little dress only for you to hate it and change I'm going to need that entire bottle of tequila funnelled down my throat."

I run my hairbrush through my straight hair for a final time, making sure every single hair sits in the correct place. "Yeah— lemme just grab my... phone, keys, wallet perfect." I grab the three important items from the table beside me before grabbing the shots off the floor, tossing three back into my mouth in perfect succession.