Where We Left Off

Chapter 15

The drive to Simon's was decent, the traffic was a little unkind, a little odd considering it's Saturday and it's not even noon yet. I'm probably irritable because I had like less than five hours of sleep and currently drinking my third cup of coffee. I swallowed my first cup in one go, the second I stole from Jay before I took a shower. And the third was from Starbucks, they are not favorite because I am pretty sure they burn the coffee beans, but I'm just desperate for caffeine. When I got home last night I spend two hours to finish the paperwork so they're ready for Sofia, since I couldn't go sleep anyway with the all the excitement I went through getting Simon into bed without being cover in his vomit. 

As I turn onto the street leading to Simon's place, my phone rings: Lindy.

"Hey girlie?" Putting her on speaker.

"Hey Merch, I was just calling to make sure we are all still becoming roommates?" she asked.

"We?"

"Hey Sweet Mercy!" Alex announcing himself on the phone. "How are you feeling?"

I roll my eyes with a small smile. "I should asking you two that question, since I'm the one who had to call it a night early." I'm still a little bummed that I leave in the middle of dinner with my friends, I was having great time with Alex and Lindy. I know I shouldn't have not answer my phone, ignored and kept it in my purse away from me, so I can focus on my friends.

"Just a little hungover, we had a few more drinks after you left," Lindy relies, "and one of Alex's friends was having a huge house party , and then-"

"We met this fine man, who sang that makes all the sexes moaned," Alex intercepts, "It's really hard to be around straight men."

"Well, some men are who truly meant for women," Lindy points out.

I'm trying to hide my laughter, hearing them bantering kills me. Sometimes you have to sit back and just listen. "Should I just hang up and let you guys finish your bickering?" I joked. "Or can I answer Lindy's question from earlier?"

Based on their moment of silence, they both released a chuckled. I continue, "Anyway..." I don't know why I'm still hesitant about the roommate situation, but in reality young adults don't still with family, they gain independence by living with other young adults. "Yes."

"Really?" Lindy and Alex asked at the same time. They are probably shocked I'm still in, truthfully I can't believe it myself.

"Well, awesome! I guess let's make a plan for the move," Lindy said.

We agreed to move in somewhere in the middle of next week, that will give us time to get a moving truck and pack. Plus, Lindy and Alex are going to work together to go through Lindy's things so she can make some space for us. We talked through the floor set on the apartment of who gets which room, I got the guest bedroom. I wanted to let Alex have the room, but he says he doesn't have that many things anyway and hates that guest bed, it's too soft for him. Lindy's office is across from her bedroom and the closest to the bathroom. Alex believes since he will be cohabiting with two women, it makes sense to quickest access to the shower. The conservation of the financial and sharing the responsibilities was painless - rent is going to be slit up in thirds, always picking up after themselves and respecting each other's privacy. Lindy also didn't want the moving-in progress interfere her planning for my birthday this Friday. 

"Lindy, please keep the celebration small," I begged. I never been big fan of my birthdays since I was a kid. I actually kept internal list of the worst birthday celebrations that led to be happy with a simple dinner party. On my fourteenth, Lindy and I decided to have to do manicures and pedicures but we got nauseous from the nail polish fuse, we end up skipping our lunch. My seventeenth, it was a huge party at my house, where Lindy accidentally invited the whole school. The following morning we were so hangover and my house completely trashed. My dad grounded the both of us, yes he even got permission from Lindy's mother to be grounded. We had to clean the entire house while taking turns of throwing up in the bathroom. The worst birthday of all was my nineteenth because it was the first birthday without Jackson, he did the smallest things with biggest meaning to me that made really happy on my day. Yet, that was a long time ago.