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"Ow, ow, ow, ow!"
"Stop being so dramatic!"
"You're hurting me!"
"It's a fucking hairbrush!" I groan, looking at Wilbur in the mirror as he pouts. "I'm trying to help you take care of your hair. So many people would kill for your curls but you don't treat them right. You're such a pretty boy, but when your hair looks like a bird's nest every day, it turns some people off."
"Are these some people named Eve?"
I giggle and twist his wet hair around the handle of the hairbrush, something I saw online to help create nice curls. "Maybe,"
"Can we just go to bed?" He whines.
"I'm almost done." I kiss the top of his head before wrapping the final few strands to curl them. "If you want your curls to stay nice, you're gonna have to do this a lot."
"You're the one who wants me to have perfect hair, you can do the curling."
"Fine by me, as long as you don't throw a tantrum each time I do it."
Wilbur throws his head back as I set the brush down. "It hurts!"
"You're a child," I playfully hit the side of his head, making him stand up and grab my hips, pulling me towards him. Right as Wilbur's about to kiss me, there's a knock at my front door. It's nearly midnight, so I have no idea what it could be.
"I'll get it," Wilbur says, walking out of the bathroom as I put away the stuff I used in his hair. I suddenly hear a familiar voice at the door and step into the living room, seeing a soaked Sofia standing at the door. Wilbur turns back and gives me a concerned look as she just stands there, crying.
"Grab some towels," I tell him as I pull her inside, locking the door behind her. "Sofia, what's wrong? Why are you here?"
She gasps to catch her breath as she tries to talk. I sit her down on the couch and take a couple of towels from Wilbur, wrapping one around her shoulders and the other over her hair.
"Should I...?" Wilbur points to my room, as if asking if he should leave, but I just shake my head.
"You're fine," I whisper then he sits on the other side of me.
Finally, Sofia's able to talk. "I dropped out."
"What?"
"I dropped out of Yale." She buries her face in her hands. "Mom and dad won't let me come home."
"Oh my God," I say, wrapping my arms around her. Her whole life, she's been dreaming and working her ass off for Yale. And just a couple months in, she drops out. "Why did you leave? I thought you loved it."
"It was fucking awful. I had no friends, and when I would try to make friends, no one would talk to me or make an effort back. And everyone is smarter than me. I'm not special anymore. The classes are really hard, I'm already far behind. All I've been doing is going to my classes then going back to my dorm and sobbing. And my roommate is a bitch. She brings her friends over and they make fun of me and she brings her boyfriend over and doesn't let me in the dorm when he's over and I have nowhere to go when she does that. I couldn't do it anymore."
"God, I'm so sorry, love." I kiss her cheek and squeeze her closely to me. "You can stay with us as long as you need to."
"Are you sure?" She asks, her voice muffled as her face is against my hoodie.
Sure, Wilbur just moved back in a couple of days ago, so I might not love having three people in my apartment. But I can't just throw her out on the street. "Of course. Go ahead and put your bags in the guest room and I'll grab some fresh sheets for you, okay? We can go shopping tomorrow for any other stuff you'll need."
"And we can find me a job." Sofia sighs, squeezing my hand. "Thank you, Eve."
"Don't worry about it." I give her a soft smile before standing from the couch and going to my linen closet as Sofia starts to unpack in her new room.
Wilbur appears behind me and I set new sheets, a comforter, and some pillow covers in his arms. "How long do you think she'll stay?"
I shrug, picking up some towels that dropped to the floor. "She's a hard worker. She'll be able to move out in a month or two, I'm sure. I'll probably help her out. She won't like feeling dependent on me for too long."
"Alright," Wilbur replies. "Didn't think of asking me if I was okay with this first, though? I obviously am, but still."
I grin at him with my eyebrows lowered, a bit confused by his sudden attitude. "I mean, she's my best friend, Will. Do you expect me to not let her crash for a bit?"
"I'm just saying. If we're gonna live together, we should probably have joint call on these sort of decisions."
I take the stuff for Sofia's bed from him and shut the closet door. "If it was anyone else, I would've talked to you about it. But for Sofia, it's not a debate." I walk away from him, slightly annoyed. I step into Sofia's room as she's hanging her clothes in her closet, now wearing a dry outfit.
She turns to me and takes the sheets. "Thanks, Eve. Could I borrow your shower stuff?"
"Yeah, sure." I help her make the bed, struggling to wrap the fitted sheet over each corner. "You can just go in our bathroom and grab it when you need it."
"Thank you," She says again, sighing as she sits on her new bed. "Sorry to become a burden."
I sit next to her and let her rest her head on my shoulder. "You're not a burden. I understand why you needed to come here, and we're gonna get through this together. Who gives a shit about Yale, anyways? You can be successful without college."
"I can't be a lawyer, though." Sofia sighs. "Whatever. I was scared to have to constantly argue, anyways."
"Exactly. Plus, if I become big enough one day, you can just be my roadie and we can travel the world together."
"I'm down," She weakly laughs and squeezes my hand. "I'm gonna shower, I guess."
"Okay. Wilbur and I are gonna watch a movie, I think. You can join us after if you want."
She just nods and I walk out of the room. Wilbur's already lying down on the couch, so I click off the lights and lie on top of him.
"Hey baby," He mumbles, scratching my back. "My head hurts."
I frown and lean up, kissing his forehead. "You know what will help that?"
"A loud movie on a bright screen?"
I giggle and rest my head on his chest, watching as he turns the TV on. "Yup,"
