roommates; solangelo

007

"Gahmph!" Was the intelligent noise I decided to make once I woke up in the arms of William Solace.

I had managed to jump out of my bed, escaping his arms, and land three feet away. After my freak out Will had sat up, obviously confused. He looked around my room, as if not realizing where he was, then he looked at me, sleep still in his eyes. Once he got a grasp on the situation, from what I can assume, he began to sit up.

"Will! I am so sorry, oh my gods!" I started freaking out, wasn't even like we did anything, not that I wanted to do anything, but we didn't, and I was still a blushing mess.

"Why are you sorry?" He got up from the bed and over me, helping me up from the floor. "I should have left, and I wasn't, I don't know, I'm just sorry,"

"You shouldn't be sorry! You were being nice! I was crying--I was crying, Oh my gods! I was having a nightmare, and you know about it," The more I spoke the sentence, the more I trailed off. I needed to make a phone call. Immediately. "I need to go, think about what you want for breakfast," I informed Will, grabbing my phone off the charger. 

I walked out quickly and ran down out of the apartment. I found a clear spot and scrolled through my contacts. Racheal Elizabeth Dare.

Ring. Ring. Ri-

"Nico? It's like 7, why are you calling me?"

"Rach, listen, I have a half-sister from my dad's side, and I'm having feel--I need a session. I have three hundred dollars, squeeze me in whenever," Racheal was always there to listen, but sometimes when it wasn't at work, she wasn't as professional, and when it came to discussing important feelings, I preferred to have Therapist Racheal, not Friend Racheal.

"Nico, of course, soonest I can do would be 1, is that okay?"

"Yes, great, thank you,"

I hung up the phone before she could say much more. I loved Racheal, she was a little older than me, around three years, but she found me, and I trusted her with so much, she was my outlet, and helped me through everything. She was always looking on the positive side, and we were almost polar-opposites, but I had a connection with her I would never be able to forget. I hadn't needed a session in awhile, but I needed one today.

I walked back to our apartment and find Will sitting on the couch. He looked a bit upset, but I shook it off, I hope it didn't have anything to do with how rude I'd been because I had been pretty rude.

"What do you want?" I asked, looking over at a worried looking Will.

"What?" he sounded almost offended like I asked him why he was staring at me.

"Breakfast,"

"Oh, I don't care,"

"Then you're getting waffles," I state, walking into the kitchen, searching for a waffle maker.

"Poor me," He lightly laughs. He doesn't get off from the couch, but I can still hear him from where we are.

I have the recipe for waffles drilled into my brain. I pulled out all the ingredients and started mixing them. I continued making the waffles like people do, and once I was done, I realized I had made 24 waffles. 24 waffles for 2 people. I hated how I would do that sometimes. I mean each batch of batter only made 6 waffles, at most. Now I had 24 waffles. Will must have been waiting forever.

"Solace, they're done," I call out, looking at the mess around me. I found my cheek slightly wettend by tears, there was flour everywhere, and spilled batter in some places. I had flour on my clothes from where I had wiped my hands. Sometimes I did this, I just went into a trance, and couldn't seem to break out until I thought about everything I needed too.