Stuck Up

Constance ~ Coffee or C4?

3:00 AM.

            I hate that my last job has trained my body to wake up at this time. I don't know how I was ever an opener for a café. It was nice working until 12:00 PM, then having the rest of the day to do what I want. But now I'm super tired when I have to go into my job at eight. My schedule changed three months ago, yet my body does not want to adapt.

            I pick my head up from my pillow, my wild, platinum blonde curls blocking my view. My bottom eyelids sink despite my mind's stubbornness to rest. I slept in my own room, last night. Seth and Willow fought all day yesterday, so I imagined we weren't going to get it on. We all have our own rooms, but we normally crash in Seth's room because he has the biggest bed.

            Willow and I were best friends since sophomore year of high school. She introduced me to Seth during senior year when they started dating. I didn't get close with him until I turned eighteen and ran away from home. Willow insisted I move in with them and after a lot of convincing, I did. Then, a year after that, Willow opened up the idea of a polyamorous relationship. Willow and I were always flirty and platonic, but throwing Seth in the mix and actually labeling it had made me nervous. I'd never been in that type of relationship.

            They got the hook in when they had me watch them, one night. They wanted me involved, and thought to ease me in by having me observe. It worked. I couldn't believe I actually wanted to be pressed between the bodies of these two. Don't get me wrong – Seth is fine as hell and Willow is fucking beautiful. That night, though, I discovered something about myself. I am an absolute freak.

            We've been in this relationship for two years, now. Willow and I are 21, now, and Seth 22. The spark was definitely there in the beginning, but maybe they're meant to fade out. We haven't touched each other in a couple of weeks. Things have gotten pretty routine and predictable. We're just roommates, keeping this rent paid with an occasional kiss here and there. Willow's always been pretty quiet and shy, unless she gets passionate about something. Seth is cracks a joke every now and then, but I think he's too serious, sometimes. He's six feet tall with a thin, close-shaven beard and a mean resting bitch face. I feel like Willow softens him up, a little. I used to be jealous of that, and maybe I still am, but I knew the downsides of being polyamorous.

            I can't lay here and stare at the wall. Coffee or C4?

            As soon as I shove my thick, pink blanket to my feet, the coolness from the AC reaches my skin, triggering goosebumps. I hop out of bed and scurry over to my white robe and Tweety Bird slippers. Watching Adult Swim with a mug of light and sweet until I have to get ready sounds like my best bet.  Working on some college homework probably wouldn't be a bad idea, either. I'm on my final year of getting my undergraduate degree, then it's another four for medical school.

            Rubbing my eyes, I make my way into the living room to find both Willow and Seth awake, surprisingly. And cleaning. Willow is fixing up the couch cushions and picking up her socks from underneath the coffee table. Seth is right behind her with an empty bottle of Scoth and empty glasses.

            "Uh," I drop my hand and we all lock eyes.

            "Connie." Willow sighs out my name. "What are you doing up so early?"

            "Me?" I point at myself and raise an eyebrow. "You know my body is still on opening schedule. What are you two doing up?" I point at them both with my first and middle finger. "What happened in here? It was spotless, last night."

            Willow and Seth share a pained look, before Seth chimes in. "Willow and I had a talk last night."

            I put two-and-two together way too fast. "You...you guys...?"