"Why in gods name are you up at 4 in the morning?" My roommate, Oliver, exclaims.
I look up from my bowl of fruit loops at his messy bed head and stunning shirtless torso.
"Nice boxers" I remark, chuckling at the sight of his spongebob boxers. He smiles and shows off his adorable dimples that can make anyone weak in the knees, but unfortunately for me and the rest of the female species, he's about as straight as the spoon I'm holding.
"So, why are you up?" He asks again, his charming smile fading.
"When you go to the store, get more milk and don't forget about my Cheetos " I say, not answering his question.
"I literally just got you a bag of Cheetos today." He replies, throwing his hands in the air.
I put on a cheesy grin while saying "I know"
He rolls his eyes, "I can't with you you right now" and turns around to go back to bed, "See you in a couple hours Malia!"
"You're amazing!" I shout just as he closes his bedroom door. I let out a sigh then finish my cereal before going back to bed and trying to get some sleep.
4:21
I honestly have no idea how anyone sleeps without a fan.*Turns fan on*
4:38
Pretty sure this is what Antarctica feels like.*Puts on sweatshirt*
4:46
I think I have to pee
4:54
Why do my pillows feel like rocks?
5:12
How does someone even get this hot without catching on fire? *Wrestles sweatshirt off*
5:27
I should get a cat and name it Waffles.
5:40
If Cinderella's shoe fit perfectly, why did it fall off?
6:00
I'm gonna start my diet tomorrow.
6:01
I wonder if there are any pizza places open at 6 in the morning..
6:12
I hear some racket in the kitchen so I get up to investigate. I walk past Oliver's room and peek in, expecting to see an empty bed, but instead I see him sprawled out in his bed and how he makes drooling on a pillow hot, I'll never know.
My attention snaps back to why I got up to begin with and an eery feeling washes over me, sending goosebumps down my body. I look around the hallway for something to defend myself with and all I can find is my umbrella that has little cartoon frogs on it. I turn towards the kitchen with wide eyes and get prepared to start swinging. I round the corner, ready to beat the shit out of the dumb ass that tried to break into my apartment.
To my surprise, no one's in the kitchen. I walk around and look in the living room and come up short. Slightly disappointed that I didn't get to hit somebody, I toss the umbrella on the couch and head down the hall. With that eerie feeling still with me, I turn at the first door on the right instead of the second, and make my way to the bed,
"Move over Olly" I whisper and climb under the blanket letting the warmth engulf me. He grumbles and moans as I push him over, but I don't care, I lay with my back towards him but he radiates heat like a furnace so I know he's there and I doze off instantly.
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I have this weird feeling that something is holding me back from doing what I want,
or maybe it's just Oliver's 100 pound arm across my chest that's stopping me from getting out of bed. He's worst than me, and I'm a terrible person to sleep with, he sprawls out with no regards for whoever else may be in the bed, and as for trying to wake up? Nearly impossible. Not that I have much room to talk.
I try to roll out from under his heavy arm and somehow manage to fall off the bed and onto the hardwood floor with a loud thud.
"Son of a bitch" I mumble as I stand up, rubbing my probably bruised ass and make my way to the kitchen so I can get something to eat before I take a shower.
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The rest of the day consisted of watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy and eating all the junk food in the apartment, so I think it's safe to say it's been a pretty productive Saturday considering Oliver wasn't home to yap at me about cleaning up the apartment.
Then 8 o'clock rolled around.
I heard Oliver outside the door trying to unlock it, so I get up from the couch and watch as he peeks his head in the door then comes in as soon as he sees me.
"Hey, I need a favor Mal." He says to me then glances back at the door, then back at me.
"Sure, what d'ya need?" I reply raising my eyebrows at how weird he was being.
"I need you to leave"
"Oh.." I look at him confused until it finally clicks, "Oh, ohh."
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When Sparks Fly
General FictionTwo girls lives are about to change forever. When Natalie and Malia get recruited by The Sparkers, an extrodainary group that happens to have superpowers, they realize nothing is what it seems. But what happens when they discover they too have sup...
