'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 1: First night's are the worst: (Dannity)

"Oh, hell – no-no..." A southern bell of a voice ping-ponged the slate walls. "...ya betta move ya ass along, its MONDAY NIGHT!" Nikki rudely informed while barging into my small, oppressive room.

Which, come to think: I'm pretty sure I had locked the door, or was that more of a hallucination on my part? How the hell did she get in?

"Ya know that this particular professor has a reputation of being a stick in the mud... more like a rather large oak forever lodged in his ass..." the carpeted floor creaking even under her delicate weight as she made her way across the room by the sound of it "...he doesn't play when anyone is late to his class..." She spat. "...You should've seen how he chewed that pumpkin-patch-party haired girl from downstairs – it was not pretty for her; sure, was hilarious for us in the nosebleed section of our stadium seats."

I could hear the hangers clinging together even with a pillow smashed over my head. That must mean she's plundering through my closet, for something else to wear of mine again – no doubt.

The pleasure she can find out of another's misery is an attribute she has easily taken on as the years have passed; it certainly wasn't something that I would feel to be proud of.

"Uugghh!" I scowled when the pain in my head had emerged; as if it had been pounded on repeat on the gravel pavement, sprinkled all around the campus like one great, confusing maze.

"Nikki... why're you so remarkably great at being so earsplitting?" I muffled into the heavily scented hair product pillow.

"Dannity, when you missed the first night of class... Mista hot pants called me out and made it clear that I had needed to inform my 'roommate,' which who happens to be my 'best friend,' to carefully suggest that you only have so many excuses to not attend, until you're permanently excused." She informed while swishing back and forth through an already shadily stocked closet. "... If I have to listen to his comatose inducing monotone then it's only fair that we both not miss his, 'Ooh, so very important Mythology among Us Class' speech..." suddenly stammering off cooing after something else she had found.

It's amazing how one tiny girl could be so in your face about seemingly nothing important, and then moments later, contemplate an out-fit in one thought.

Seconds after some hmm's and awe's, which can only be explained as sounding closely to a mad scientist project gone right, she began her bark again. "Where was I – oh! I'm not giving him reason to treadmill my life a run through hell. Look what happened in high school!"

Groaning from both her nagging voice and the intensity growing in my brain. "You don't have to keep reminding me, Nik; I was there." Releasing the pillow from my death grip, I folded it beneath my forearms. "... Also, I was one of those helping hands in making us both get through that hell hole in one piece... Don't preach me on how the importance of making the grade is so important! I took your hand, guiding it along, class after class, while you were getting into all those pre-destined... end of the world... predicaments." Pushing the comforter away from me as I threw her my own past regurgitation.

Chewing my words down her slender throat, while chomping on her bottom inside lip. The thing she says she 'doesn't do,' but I can precisely pinpoint every moment she may be hogging down on that plump appendage. I take it as a means of controlling her nerves.

Which if you must know, and I will confess, is just as reoccurring as any other in habitual pattern.

"Anyway..." her favorite expression in skipping around most subjects.