Right now, I'm just sitting in bed, not doing anything important, up against the wall with my laptop on my legs reading random things about unicorns, faeries, all kinds of nymphs, and the sort. It's exactly 3:32 A.M. and I'm not the least bit tired, my roommates all went to sleep around four hours ago.
I live in a two story rented house with three other people, Emilia, or Em is one of my best friends and first roommate, we've been friends since we were 14 and we're 18 almost 19 now, though she's a few months younger than me. I absolutely adore her in pretty much every way. She's sweet, and nice, and constantly tells me how happy she is that her and I are best friends. She's goofy and we keep each other from doing stupid things that we would probably regret right after doing it, like she wanted to change her long, light brown hair, that swayed just below her waist into a choppy mess that rested so close to her head that it wouldn't be possible to put into a ponytail. When I questioned her about it her only response was "It's called a pixie cut! And they look fantabulous!" It took about a month for me to convince her not too, and then she decided that she likes her hair how it is. She keeps me from dating morons, ex cons, jerks, and stalks any guy I wind up dating for like a month before she decides he's good enough to even be near me. Em is completely obsessed with anything pink, Hello Kitty, frilly dresses, tutus, flowers... It makes going shopping with her a nightmare, but it's impossible to not take her. Everywhere we go boys swoon over her green eyes and her tiny frame, somebody is always checking her out. It gets a bit annoying but she never seems to notice it. We argue all the time about the most idiotic things, like buying the wrong kind of milk or how tall someone looks and we'd both get so annoyed and wind up not talking to each other for three days but then forget why we were mad and ask each other which jeans make our butts look the best. I'd ask Linden but he knows nothing about fashion. Linden is 22 and him and I are sort of dating, but not really. It barely makes sense to either of us but I guess we don't really mind. We go on dates and stuff but it's nothing serious, he's pretty much like a best friend. We have an odd relationship, we're not together, yet, we're just really close. He also lives with Em and I, I practically had to pay Em to let him live with us. He's the type she would normally avoid at all costs. He's tall, around 6'3 I think, and strong, not buff, he pretty much looks scrawny but when his shirt is off you can tell he's built, but still skinny. Everything that Em would pretty much stay away from is everything I completely fall for. She would probably cross the street so she wouldn't have to pass him, and I'd stop him and flirt and comment on his tattoos.
I met Linden about five years ago while walking home from school one day, he was sleeping in a pile of overflowing garbage bags with his legs way outstreached on the sidewalk and I tripped over him, I scared him half to death and he yelled at me, "What's wrong with you?! Can't you watch where you're going??" I remember being startled because suddenly there was a huge angry teenager in my face, but I was also mad because he was yelling at me for pretty much no reason. I had yelled back "Can't you sleep in a real bed?!" while standing on my tippy toes to make myself seem bigger. Then he looked at me, to my wobbly, unbalanced toes, to my deep brown eyes, and messy hair. He had backed up a step and a half, and all the angry drained from his face and he just started laughing. Which got me more angry and I started yelling more, "what?? What are you laughing at!?" He was hysterical at that point so I said "Oh are you serious? You know what?! Im leaving. Jerk" I started to push past him because there wasnt a lot of room on the rest of the sidewalk between him and the pile of garbage bags. I got about four feet away when he started calling at me with "Heys" and "Wait! don't go" I was walking fast but his legs were way longer than mine, and still are, that he caught up with me in just a few strides. In a few seconds he was next to me and walking by my side. I had told him to go away and tried to run across the street while there were no cars and leave him behind but he grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of him, forcing me to look into his dark blue eyes, "I'm sorry." was all he said, completely serious. Still mad I responded, "For what?? you said it yourself, I obviously need to watch where I'm going." He laughed again, and said "What are you like twelve? Pretty spunky for twelve." I had shoved him and yelled "I'm not twelve!!" "I'm thirteen.." I muttered. "Oh, right!" "I should have guessed, always have been bad with ages." he gave me a one shoulder shrug. I looked down at his hand which was still tightly holding onto my upper arm he saw that and asked "you gonna run again?" I answered with a dirty look and he said "I'll take that as a yes" and pulled me farther back from the road, he then continued and said "No, you goose, I'm sorry for blowing up on you, I didn't mean to yell, I haven't been getting a lot of sleep and you surprised me, that's all." I thought for a moment, and it made sense, he looked like he hadn't slept in a month. I just kind of smirked at him though "And?" I asked him. He looked confused but the smiled, with the most perfect and whitest teeth I had seen. Then he said "And.. " he chuckled "I'm sorry for laughing at you, no one has ever stood up to me really when I yell, I'm tall, they normally chicken out and run away if I even start to raise my voice. But there you were, practically on your toes yelling at me right back. It was actually kinda cool." He went on " I liked it." he's cheeks turned pink, and I told him he could walk me home if he promised not to yell anymore. He smiled and nodded. We walked the last mile to my house and he had told me that his parents died when he was little in a house fire when I asked why he was sleeping outside. He told me he was an only child and liked the colour green. He told me random things about him that weren't really important but they were interesting anyway. He told me his name, I told him mine, and when we got to my driveway he surprised me by grabbing my hand and pulling me really close for a hug. "I had a really nice time walking with you, Audrey" he whispered at me. I noticed that he didn't smell too good either.
"Me too" I said smiling, "Uh.. Do you want to spend the night? My mom is really never home and she's the only one I live with.. I have an extra bed, and you could shower too, cause like... you don't sme-" Before I knew it he was hugging me again. Tighter this time, and crying.. not full on sobs, it was just a tear or two but he pulled away, grabbed both my shoulders, his long, scruffy black hair sticking to his face, and barely choked out a "Thank you"
He had spent the night and we pretty much grew up together, He'd take off every now and then but he was always welcome at my place. My mom never found out because she was always away on business. So when I planned to get a house of my own and share it, It just seemed right to offer him a spot in the place.
Linden knows Em isn't happy that he lives with us, So he tries to stay out of her way, doesn't talk to her much and pretty much leaves her alone. He always brings her a rose every Monday though, when I asked him why he told me that "It's just me saying thanks, for letting me stay here, with you and the rest without using words or rent money"
We all get along with Petal though, our final roommate. I might have known her the longest, since we were around nine. Back then we were neighbors, and when she first moved in we hated each other, used to make one another cry and steal the others shoes and shove and yell and it was just a huge mess. I don't even know what happened to make us friends but now we can't be separated. She has short blonde hair and striking blue eyes. I tease her all the time because she's like 5 nothing, only person I know shorter than me. She's rarely home, always busy with her band classes, and school, and her boyfriend, Daren. Only place they seem to hang out is here though, they're so annoying together, all they do is turn into mice, they squeak, and sneak around, and whisper. It's like having two overgrown rodents watching The Notebook on repeat. More than half the time I want to throw them both in a wood-chipper, they're annoying, but eventually they grow on you, like a tumor.. But a lovable one. She's fun though, she's loud but in a cute, girly way. She loves weird movies and playing instruments, and walking to the nearby store and getting "high" off of their helium nozzle when nobody is looking. Her and Linden get along pretty well, they hang out when they can and aren't busy. Her and Em great along great, work at the same bakery and have most of the same classes so they spend a decent amount of time together. I don't get to hang out or talk to her as much as I would like but I get to live with, and see her everyday and that seems pretty good to me. Eventually I'll find time where we can do stuff together, like go to the movies, out to lunch, shopping spree, or maybe just a day of homework together. But right now neither of us are complaining, so I guess it's fine.
5:45 A.M. I signed, wishing I was able to sleep til noon. Knowing I, and the rest of my roommates would have to wake up in less than two hours
