The Ivy

Four

Violet stood in front of her dorm room, digging around the bottom of her purse looking for her keys which seemed to always be missing. Suddenly her door opened up and surprised her so much she fell to the floor. Her roommate started laughing from inside letting the sound envelop the small space.
"I thought I heard you out here." She said giving  Violet a hand to pull herself up. "Hey do you want to steal some milk from the cafeteria with me?"
"Yeah, sure." Violet replied, stepping in the room and throwing her things down on the desk and grabbing an empty milk jug before stepping back out into the green carpeted hallway.
"So got any plans tonight?" Violet asked her roommate, Charlotte, once they were outside.
"Yeah, there's this guy I gotta fuck but he doesn't last long so it'll be a quickie and I'll be home early. You?"
"Well I didn't have anything planned but then this guy asked me out this morning. I just don't know if I should go."
Charlotte stopped dead in her tracks. "Wait, wait, wait a minute. A guy asked you out and you're not going?!" She started screaming towards the end of her question which caused a few stares.
Violet's cheeks burned bright red and she ran over to Charlotte before replying in a hushed tone, "YES a boy did ask me out but I don't think we would be compatible, therefore I'm saving myself the heartbreak and avoiding starting any relationship at all."
Charlotte groaned. "So what you got your heart broken. Big fucking whoop! It happens to everyone, but unlike YOU, the rest of us get the fuck over it and get back on the horse."
This wasn't the first time Charlotte had given her that speech, of course in the beginning they were sweet speeches, the kind that would make you feel warm and fuzzy. But the more they happened, the rougher they got.
"UGH fine, I'll think about going. That good enough MOM?" Violet replied, feeling rather sassy.
"No. You're going, dammit. I don't care if I have to drag you. And for the record, you'd be lucky as fuck to be my daughter, now get your ass over here. We got some milk to liberate!" Charlotte declared before marching off with her own empty milk jug swinging beside her in step.