Fifty Shades of Friar

Topanga's

Your man on the road, he doing promo
You said keep our business on the low-low
I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone
'Cause you look even better than the photos
I can't find your house, send me the info
Driving through the gated residential
Found out I was coming, sent your friends home
Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know

- The Hills; The Weeknd
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"Attraction is only intense when mystery is involved."

- Anonymous
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A light knock eventually woke me up from my slumber. I had my arm across my eyes, groggy and dazed. My thoughts were hazy, twisted up in my dreams; it took me longer to recall I was in my room. I moaned and rolled on to my side, hoping that sleep would consume me once more. I could feel it was way too early in the morning by how heavy my eyelids are and that there was no signs of sunlight through the window. I never lock it or close the curtains. I snuggled deeper into the pillow and let out a pleasant breath.

Until I groaned in irritation when another knock came. I rolled until my feet touch the floor and I quickly sprung them back on the bed when I felt the frigid wood sting my soles. I pulled out a pair of my favorite Stitch socks, rolled them up my leg, and then staggered to my phone on the dresser nearest to the window. The screen said it was three in the morning. I rolled my eyes then reached for a tissue from the box and blew my nose into it as I approached the door, the floorboards creaking under my weight. I'm probably gonna hear from Mr. Stiles soon for 'making too much noise' when I really wasn't.

When I opened the door, Riley was standing there with a smile and she was still wearing her pajamas. Her hair was twisted in a messy bun, a few strands falling over her lovely face. There was bags under her eyes and they were a bit dulled in color. She obviously hasn't gotten any sleep.

"Your hair looks like a haystack," she said.

I glared at her. "Shouldn't you be sleeping like a sane person should? Or mooching off on Charlie or something?"

"Charlie left hours ago - he needed to work on an essay," she said, ignoring my comment entirely. "And I was finishing my article and it got a little lonely without you out here."

I sighed tiredly, leaning my head against the doorframe. "And what purpose do you have that requires me to suffer from sleep deprivation?"

"I made some of my grandma's special brownies and Mama Arroyo brought in some more food for us. They're even doing reruns of Red Planet Diaries - season four."

I debated. I had classes in four hours and work in nine hours so the logical thing is to take the time to rest. But then there is the offer of late night snacks and night watching my favorite show with my best friend that is quite too tempting to resist. The latter won. I walk out into the hallway and closed the door behind me as Riley let out an excited squeal that made me smile slightly.

"Fine," I said. "But only for a few minutes and that's it. Capiche?"

"Capiche."

A few moments later, we were found in the living room, sharing a quilt knitted by my late grandmother, with a plate stacked by a small pile of homemade brownies, and Riley working on her laptop while I chomped on the dessert goods and lusted over a shirtless Blarg. I should be making her to go rest up, seeing that her nose was still pink and her cheeks were lightly flushed, but Riley was engrossed in her story and there was no way in pulling her back when she was too concentrated in her furious typing. I don't know how she is able to do that. I get tired from reading a few pages of the first chapter of a book so I can't imagine how worse I'd be if I had to write.