carpe diem ⊶ joseph descamps

48 | what was i made for?

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[chapter forty-eight]
unrequited
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After Sadie and the rest of the group had successfully snuck back to the inn and bid each other goodnight, she decided to take a quick detour to get a glass of water. She needed a cool drink to calm down before getting ready for bed; she wanted peace and relaxation. And after the long and unpredictable night she had, she thought her surprises were over. However, she was proven wrong as she stumbled to her room, only to find the door locked.

"What in the..?" she muttered, jiggling the doorknob for a moment. But the door remained closed, leaving her to knock on it. "Marty? You awake?"

There was no response, which made Sadie furrow her brows and look down at her watch. It was only a little past midnight, meaning Martine still had at least another hour in her before she inevitably passed out—the blonde was a night owl with a massive fear of missing out on any part of life, the idea of her being asleep right now was practically blasphemy.

And so when Sadie leaned her ear against the door to listen for any sound, she had gotten an understandable—but utterly unwanted—answer.

"EW!" she squealed, shooting away from the door before slapping her hands over her mouth.

She may be traumatized by Martine's moans and the explicit sounds of skin slapping skin, but she wasn't getting her and her best friend caught for being up after curfew. Well, her and her best friend and her best friend's mystery hook up.

Instead, Sadie delivered a petty kick to the door for locking her away from her comfortable bed and nightgown, before walking away, hoping to find shelter from one of her friends for the night.

But after stumbling along the halls in Martine's painful heels, she was extremely disappointed to discover that her other friends were either dead asleep or having their own bit of fun. She was equal parts disappointed and disgusted, but mainly cursed herself for the lack of luck on her side tonight.

It was when she had nearly fell into the wall for the second time that she stumbled across her last resort: Molly and Annick's room. On any other night, Sadie wouldn't have ever attempted asking them, seeing as Annick was very adamant on going to bed at a reasonable hour, while Molly was, well, Molly. The idea of interrupting her doing anything spooked Sadie enough to avoid inconveniencing her at all, friendship or not.

But Sadie was exhausted, her overalls were chafing her shoulders, and Martine's heels were killing her. She was desperate, after all of her friends were preoccupied, she had the comfort that Molly had to be awake to let her in, and at least these two wouldn't be having any sexy time.

However, there wasn't much of a choice at the end, because Sadie's tired feet ended up tripping for the third time that night as she reached their door, accidentally slamming into the wood, pushing on the handle with her wonderfully knobby elbow, and landing into a giant heap on the floor with only a tiny "ow" and her heeled feet left in the air to show for it.