The Sound of a Dark Heart

Are We... a Thing?

Amber woke up on the couch alone, wondering just what was up with the night before. She was mostly feeling happy, getting affection like that was not a very common thing she had in her life. She considered herself bi, but had never slept with another woman before. It was a new, and very satisfying experience. She heard The Cure begin playing in Ellen's room, so she decided to see what was up. Ellen was hanging some posters when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. She let Amber in, smiling. "Howdy there!" Said Ellen as she turned her attention to some dragon sculpture she was finding a place in her black bedroom. "Hey" said Amber slightly blushing. "So, last night.." She started. Ellen froze for a moment, then turned around slowly towards Amber. "Yeah, we were both horny." Ellen said bluntly. She noticed the slightly disappointed look on Amber's face. Ellen hugged her friend. "Look Amber, I don't want to hurt you." she said almost quietly. "What do you mean!?" Amber nearly shouted. Ellen frowned. She then said "I'm not good at relationships, but if you want to have benefits we can. Just nothing official. Nothing binding." Then she did her best to not cry herself as she saw tears start on Amber's eyes. Over the next few awkward days, they spent most of their time in there bedrooms and rode to and from work in silence on the days Amber didn't just leave early and walk. Every time Ellen would start to say something, Amber would pop her head phones in her ears and zone out. One night after working late, they got home to see a strange car in the drive way. "I thought we didn't have a down stairs neighbor yet." Amber said out loud. Ellen looked at her, and sensing a moment to maybe break the ice that quickly formed between them, Ellen said "Don't know, maybe we have one now." Ellen squeezed Amber's trembling hand as they saw a very creepy large man haul a large box out of the back of the van, turn to them and have a disgusted look on his sour face, and lug the box into the house. Ellen parked, and the girls went to the back stairs that went up to there second story porch. They went inside and got out of there work clothes and put on there night clothes and met in the living room by the door and quietly opened the door, listening. After just hearing bumps and scrapes, they went in and sat on the couches. "Can you help me put the bed I ordered together?" Amber asked quietly. Ellen nodded and they went into Amber's room to set it up. The black leather head bored went well with the black and blood red cave theme Amber had in her room. Two walls were painted black, two red with black around the edge painted almost like looking out of a black cave into a red hellish abyss. She had her art and skulls all over the place and other creepy things like fake severed heads and headstone and coffin things. They laid on the comfy bed and stared at the ceiling. "So, can we just get past what happened?" Asked Amber. Ellen looked over at her, noticing she was still staring at the ceiling. "Yeah," She said "It would be fucked up living together for a year  if we didn't." Amber looked at Ellen and smiled slightly. Then she sat up, put on some classic heavy metal, and loaded up her bong. Knowing that they could at least try to be friends again gave her some hope in at least not having to move back in with her father. The last night she was there, he pulled a gun on her black cat Loki, and then himself. She couldn't go back there, even if she wanted to. Even if fucking her roommate was going to stay awkward.