Evanesce (On Hold)

Evanesce (3) - When Trouble Began

“I don’t know if I have the strength to stand” –Florida and Olly Murs

"What the hell, Fiere, how many years do you need to finish dressing up?"

Is it just me or a lot of people rush me all the time?

"Sierre, one more word and I'll hang your throat up to the attic and make the maggots feed on you," I snapped.

That caused her to roll her eyes. "Whatever. Just hurry or we'll be late."

"How's five in the morning late for you? We don't get to start classes until three hours later!"

"We still need a tour a little more, you know. You won't want us to look like complete idiots while wandering around the campus."

"Dude, a tour for three hours?"

"Yeah."

"You're on your own."

I marched back to my bunk bed and lied down. Feeling contented of my position, I let out a breath and started twirling my dark brown hair on my fingers.

Sierre rolled her eyes and climbed up my bunk bed. "Fiere, come on. Won't you want to see cute guys for a change?"

"No."

Sierre seems to be giving up. "Come on, Fiere, please?"

"Give me five good reasons to go with you."

"Well first of all-"

"Wrong. Won't go with you. Good night."

I buried my face on my soft, white pillow. I pulled it into my arms to bury my face more, so that I could tune out whatever Sierre's saying right now.

"Fine. Let's go to school two hours later, then."

Then she climbed down my bunk bed and headed to hers. We fell asleep again as if nothing happened.

~//~

“Oh holy mother of shit!”

What the hell is wrong with that girl now?

“It’s shitty seven-thirty!”

Now that’s reasonable.

I stretched my arms sidewards and got up from my bed. I climbed down and headed to the living room.

“Hey, Sierre, why didn’t you wake me up?”

She looked at me like I was insane. “Are you an idiot or something? Why would I scream like that if I just didn’t wake up as well?”

You know, I could be stupid sometimes, too. I’m simply human.

“Fine. I’ll go get a shower first, then you fix our things that we would use so that I would be fast in preparing stuff after I bathe,” I told her as I headed straight to the bathroom.

I stripped off from my clothes and hung them on the hook attached to the door. I took a glance of myself on the mirror as I stepped in the shower room and opened the faucet. Warm droplets of water flowed down my creamy skin, racing until one reached the tiles. I massaged my hair gently as I hummed to one of my favourite songs.

“You had me hooked again from the minute you sat down

The way you bite your lip got my head spinnin' around

After a drink or two I was putty in your hands

I don't know if I have the strength to stand”