4 Miles to Paradise

Chapter 13: You Drank MY Wine With The GINGER?

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Chapter 13: You Drank MY Wine With The GINGER?

Rose's morning began in a most unpleasant way. Somebody dumped a bucket of sub-zero temperature water, on her head!

A scream escaped her mouth at the piercing cold, and Goosebumps covered her flesh in small bumps. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her shoulders as she tried to get her body temperature to rise quickly, and warm herself up.

Rose ended up pulling her drenched Fall Out Boy shirt over her head and then twist it up, attempting to squeeze some of the water out of the tough fabric. She lets the water drip to the floor without care.

Her jeans stick to her thighs uncomfortably, and they're much harder to take off. Rose ended up falling onto the floor with a loud thump.

By now, Skye has also received water over her head, and she reacted similarly to Rose. Skye is screaming and cursing at her "nice" roommate.

"WHAT THE FUCK? Emma!" Skye screams at the top of her lungs, which is a deafening volume. "You're lucky you didn't get my damn music sheets wet, or you'd already be lying on the ground, not breathing!"

"Someone isn't a morning person," Emma mutters.

"Of course not! Not when I'm hung-over! Not when Rose-fucking-Young is here! And certainly, not when Titanic iceberg water is dumped onto me," Skye reasons. "Now I'm soaking wet."

"Well, you drank an entire bottle of my red wine with The Ginger. This –" she waves her small pale hands around the air, "is payback."

"Your folks are rich. They gave you this bottle in the first place," Skye slips her thin grey cotton shirt over her petite square head, tugging slightly harder to get the fabric over her ears. After ringing out the cloth, she walks over to her little dresser and pulls out another shirt.

This one is cotton as well, and oversized, but the color is a deep burgundy. The shade looks strange with her wild blue locks, but it fits Skye and her peculiar personality. The shirt fully covers her dark denim wrapped shorts giving the assumption that she is not wearing pants, even though Rose knew she was.

"I thought you said your roommate was nice, and that the wine was yours...Skye?" Rose questions, breaking the awkward silence that has crept up, surrounding them.

Skye chugs down half of a water bottle, completely ignoring Rose at first.

"Emma is nice, especially compared to me. She doesn't even cuss. Talk about boring. Nevertheless, unlike me, both of her parents actually like her, which benefits the both of us. I steal her stuff and then when she notices, I either return it, if possible, or give her money." Then to the short girl with the ballerina bun she says, "Here, I'll pay you back and you can buy another one." Skye tosses a wad of cash Emma's way and while Emma looks uncomfortable while picking it up, she does take it.