Thantophobia, Chris Schistad

Chapter 3

I was in my room, hanging upside down from my bed, music blaring out off my speaker, while I scrolled through Instagram, looking at the posts of my friends back home, God I missed them. I barely heard the doorbell ring from downstairs, I fell awkwardly from my bed, rolled over and stood up, staggering slightly as I over balanced.  I walked to my door and started down the stairs then I turned around and jogged back up to pulled the sliding door shut so it would dull the music that was still playing. I then walked across the landing and down the second stairs. 

I went over to the front door which sat between the living room and the dining room. I opened the door to reveal Sana, Noora, Chris and Vilde, all with their hair messy and wearing sweatpants, apart from Sana, "hi guys" I grinned, opening the door wide for them. I lead them upstairs and then upstairs again. "Is your bedroom the attic?" Vilde asked "it is" I responded, earning a groan from Vilde "I hate attics" she grumbled "you'll like my one" I said as I pulled on the heavy, wooden sliding door. I walked over to my desk and turned off the speaker. 

"Well Vilde?" I opened my arms wide, gesturing to the room. It was a nice room, to the left of the door, in the center of my room was my bed, opposite was a large window that went from the bottom of the wall to the top of the slanting roof, to the left of my bed was my desk and my desk chair, to the right of my door was a couch and a squashy armchair, both facing the door, across from the couch and armchair, were the doors to the dumbwaiter, laundry shoot and bathroom. to the right of these was my wardrobe, which stood open, clothes spilling out of it.

"Ok, I like your attic" Vilde said after taking in the whole room. "Is your host family rich?" Sana asked bluntly "I don't know" I shrugged "they both work for the EU, which is why they're never home, I guess you could say they're rich, this used to be their daughters room before she went to college in the States" I said, answering the question I knew was coming.  "I didn't realise how close to school you live" Noora said, moving to the window "It's about twenty minutes through all the short cuts" I told her "otherwise I'd have to get a bus" Sana sat on the couch while Chris looked at the shelves that covered the walls and Eva sat on my bed.

 "What about your host brother?" Vilde asked sitting on the armchair "what about him?" Vilde rolled her eyes "does he live here? is he bring us drink? how old is he?" I laughed slightly at the last question "no he doesn't live here, he lives in an apartment in the middle of Oslo, he is bringing us drink, he should be here soon actually and yes he is single" Vilde lit up "but he's gay" her face dropped "oh" Noora, Eva and I all laughed at her.

"Are you guys hungry? Thirsty?" I asked looking at each of them, they all shook their heads "ok then, I'm going to shower" I said and crossed to the bathroom "wait!" Vilde called out "what?" I asked turning to face her "what are we meant to do while you're showering?" I rolled my eyes "I don't know talk to each other, snoop around my room, I'm sure you'll find something" before she could say anything more I turned and went into the bathroom. I didn't spend long in there, I just washed my hair and my body and quickly shaved my legs. I turned the shower off, towel dried my hair and wrapped a towel around myself before leaving the bathroom. I walked into my room, and was greeted with the sight of Chris, Noora and Eva holding down Vilde and Sana doing something to her legs.

 "What the fuck is going on?" I asked, laughing. Sana looked up at me and grinned "waxing" she said before I hear a slight ripping noise and Vilde cried out. "Holy shit" I started laughing in earnest, poor Vilde. "You host brother texted you, he said he forgot his keys and that when he rings the door bell can you let him in" Eva told me "ok thanks" I walked over to my wardrobe and pulled a pair of underwear out from one of the shelves.

 "You're wearing those?" Sana asked standing up and letting Noora take over the waxing. "What's wrong with them?" I asked a little downhearted "they're not very sexy" Sana said looking at them skeptically "but black is sexy" I retorted "look I am not arguing with you over my underwear choices" Sana held up her hands and shrugged "fine." I pulled a black bra out of the wardrobe as well.