Because Of Her.

71 | Slip Up.

Getting back at eight in the morning was not something I had in mind. I thought we would arrive a bit early so I would've time to attend my classes but I welcomed myself into the empty apartment. And dirty too.

Funky smell was in air and the dirt at the entrance drawer surface not to mention the smelly shoes that was lying upside down that nearly made me fall when I enter. It was a mess. No one would want to come home after days and greeted by such disaster but apparently I needed that.

It was the perfect stress reliever, and less over thinking zone that I entered wholeheartedly with my cleaning appliances.

Tuning into some music that I have no interest in but I just want noise around me, so I don't have to hear my inner voices that I have shut as of thirteen hours ago. Well trying too.

The kitchen was mess. It was written Amy running late so she jumped to shortcut breakfast all over the place. Dishes are in sink but luckily it is filled with water so atleast I don't have to rub much to get over the stuck over food. I start by picking up the eggshells, throwing the cartoon and empty juice box before cleaning the surface. I clean the dishes and put them in dishwasher. I head towards her bedroom knowing before entering how it would look like. Since I wasn't here I know my room would be the least worry, I am sure it will be exactly how I left and none of my friends dared to go in or mess anything—which is why I didn't even enter there and decide to clean her room instead.

It is exactly how I imagined and I sigh. How did she survive in these two days? I quickly throw her dirty looking clothes in the laundry basket before changing her sheet. Rearranging her makeup and skincare products on the mirror table, I move to her wardrobe and hang her clothes which she has tried and when she didn't like she just threw it carelessly. What surprised me more is how much trial she had before she chooses what she is wearing right now.

Since when is she started paying attention to outfit of the day trend? That is Selena's thing to post it on instagram. I turn my head and check the makeup products that sure as hell increased in number. My eyes widen when I see a mini organizer for that. Oh my God! Does Selena take over here?

"New bras too?" I murmur when I see lingerie set at the back of her closet. As her roommate and best friend it's obvious that I know her clothes and what she owns. So when I see something new I immediately know.  "Something terrible must have happened here."

Picking the laundry basket with me I place it near my bedroom's door and vacuum the whole apartment first. It took one hour since I lift things and let the vacuum go wherever it can. I knew that when I get back home mess will welcome me and beg me to clean it. It's not a surprise since I know Amy and living with her comes with different type of messes. If I were to have a different person as my roommate, I know I would surely still clean around but I am not sure if I would be able to clean their mess —It might sound weird but the bond I share with Amy I would pick her trash, clean her vomit but for random girl I don't think so.

We both have seen each other grossest moment so there's nothing that repulses us from doing each other's anything.

The couch thankfully doesn't have any eatables stuffed inside so I am guessing they made sure to not eat here especially Julia with her chips. The things like this, their action towards what I always tell them and when they abide by it touches me.

Except you who did the complete opposite. Had an action with your friend's man despite what she asked you.

My subconscious bashes me and I close my eyes remembering what I just did. Finally after avoiding the topic for so long, I sit down on couch and breakdown. It isn't the crying one breakdown but the freaking one.