Across the Hall; s.m *ON HOLD*

f.o.u.r

  What I don't understand is how we, people, don't cherish what we have when we have it. How do we not realize that this moment may never happen again? That what we have right now, may not be ours forever?  How can we not notice that the smallest of things can be gone in a matter of seconds?  I wished I cherished the small moments and the little things that go unnoticed.

I really wish I did.

Nothing could compare to what I was smelling right now. I don't even have words to describe it. The smell seems to get better everytime I come here, and I've been coming here every Saturday morning for four months. And it still gets better.

"Smells good," I couldn't help myself from saying aloud. She hummed in response, I could only imagine the smile on her face.

"You say that everytime." I smirked at her tone. I could practically feel the teasing in her voice. I leaned back in my chair, thinking of something to say. It couldn't be too forward but it also couldn't be too polite. We've been friends long enough.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a sucker for your pancakes." She turned her head from the pan in front of her. She raised her eyebrows in a cocky manner, embracing the compliment.

"They are pretty good, aren't they?" Sensing the arrogance in her tone I rolled my eyes.

"Actually, they suck." I lied, a look of horror on her face. "They taste horrible, I just come to see you." I looked back at her to see that she was now right beside me. She was towering over me since I was sitting down and she was standing up.

"You're joking, right?" A slight pout on her lips, a saddened look on her face. Damn it, I really want to kiss her right now.

"Yes, Yvette, I am joking." A sigh of relief left her mouth and she hopped excitedly.

"Oh, good! I thought you were serious for a moment." I chuckled at her ignorance. She was really stupid sometimes.

But I would be lying if I said I didn't love it.

  I continued to click on the 'refresh' button, hoping for the same. But there it was, the same damn number every time. I was number two, on the waiting list. That meant that if someone were to drip out or leave that college, I would be the second person in line.

Sadly, no one wanted to drop out.

I slammed the computer lid shut, aggravated at...I don't even know. Everything was going bad lately; my boss has been on a firing rampage lately and I get the feeling I'm next, my mom has been yelling at me to go to college, and Yvette has not took once step out of her apartment.

Not once.

And that's weird considering that she goes out sometimes, whether it's to go out or if she's just going down to the main office. I wondered why.

I felt, and heard, my stomach growl. A loud aching sound that echoed through the empty rooms. I sighed, trudging over to the fridge.

I would usually be going to Yvette's apartment to get pancakes. But, not anymore. Y'know, that's kinda what I hate the most about this situation. Not the fact that I can't eat her pancakes anymore, even though they were really good, it was the fact that her relationship with him was affecting my life.

I know I may sound like a selfish dick but it's true.

A huge chunk of my life was taken out by a fancy boy who hits girls. I mean, half of my week is now gone. We had movie night on Thursdays, pancakes on Sundays, game night on Tuesdays, and even more little things throughout the week.

It makes me feel so...lazy.

I hate that feeling with a burning passion. I want to do things, I want to be active, I want to have fun. But how am I supposed to do that when literally all my outputs are gone?

Yeah, I have friends but they're more like strangers. We talk every now and then, they call me. But it's always that fake ass small talk. It's never more than how I'm doing.

"Holy fucking shit!" I yelped in surprise.

The whole freaking carton of eggs fell.

Just my luck.

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