His Princess

Chapter Five

   Dani:

    I hovered awkwardly in the doorway of Heather's nearly emptied out bedroom. Gone were the empty pizza boxes and posters of Luke Bryan - her most favorited American singer.

    It was the day before Thanksgiving break. Much to my dismay, unlike the rest of the college students, Heather will not be returning. I'd practically begged her stay. As big of a pain in my ass she was, Heather had been by my side since the very beginning of my college experience. It's sad to see her go, but she has family stuff to tend to.

    I help carry her bags outside and she waits for the cab to come take her to the airport.

   "You were my best mate here in the states, Dani."

    I start to tear up but I leaned into Heather and hugged her instead.

    "You've been envious of my copy of The Prisoner Of Azkaban. Right now it's sitting in its new home on your dresser."

    I break down and really start crying then. "T-thanks, Heather. That's so kind."

     She picks her baggage off the sidewalk and walks over to the yellow taxi cab, climbing inside. "You can make things right with Charlotte as a thank you."

   She unrolled the window. "Have a great life, Dani Sumner."

    Though she buttered me up with such a great book -sighed- I will not be over thinking what she said about Charlotte.

    I went back inside with nothing to do but school work. Naturally, I instead turned the TV on. Alone without Heather around felt weird. Unsettling.

    I was only alone in the apartment for all of about twenty minutes before my phone vibrated from a text sent by Ericksen. Wondering what I was up to and whether or not I wanted to chill.

    I texted back: Not doing shit.

    Then gave him the number of apartment number. I ran around trying to spruce up the apartment, as of late there hasn't been much motivation for me to clean.

    Ericksen knocked on the door ten minutes later, just as I was finishing up sweeping the kitchen floor. He was cursing under his breath as I let him in.

    "Trouble in paradise, my friend?" I chuckled, shutting the door behind him.

    We sit on the couch, Ericksen picking up a dirty sock I'd overlooked. A rerun of Friends played in the background as Ericksen began telling his tale.

   "So my roommate sold all my video games." He tells me deadpan.

    I gasp. "What the hell?"

    "He sold all my video games and my PS3 for drugs."

    "Perfect." I shook my head in disbelief. "What are you going to do?"

    Ericksen exhaled. "Well, obviously I'm not going to live with him anymore. But you know this late in the semester all the good, affordable apartments on campus are already spoken for."

    A lightbulb may have popped up over my head. "You can live here. Move in here." I tell him.

    Baffled he said, "And sleep where? Here on the couch?"
   
      "No man, Heather went back home. I was going to start looking for a new roommate anyway." I exclaimed, absolutely psyched.

    As he mulls the idea over in his head, I get more and more pumped about this idea by the second. He is feeling optimistic towards it too, I can see it in his bright ocean-like eyes.