And they were roommates

Chapter 4

Christina:
     It's about 5:00 and Kilee just left for the library. I get up to walk around a minute. I've been writing an essay for English for about an hour now, and sitting in the same spot is getting uncomfortable.
    I begin to pace, but something catches my eye. It's a particularly bright painting Kilee made a few weeks ago. The focus rests on a large exotic bird. It seems to be in mid-flap. Mid-flap, that's something I never thought I'd say.
    The bird is surrounded with an array of colors, all neon. I study the subtle shadows within the bird and the detail in each feather.
    I admire Kilee for having this much patience for each and every detail. I enjoy painting too, but I never get much farther that the first few layers of paint. Details are just not something that comes easy to me. Maybe Kilee would help me out sometime.
    I look around at her side of the room. The walls are covered in posters, mostly of artists and cats. There are a few posters of bands. I have heard music from each of these bands. Kilee has crap taste in music no offense.
    The rest of the walls have drawings and paintings. Some drawings are colored, others done in charcoal. She seems to be a master of all mediums.
    I glide over to Kilee's bed and sit on it to gain better access to her artwork. The first drawing I see is of a young couple holding hands in the middle of a rainstorm. Sketched lines cover the paper, loose and light. The drawing is astounding.
    Another drawing, this one done in charcoal, depicts a  woman holding up the sky. This reminds me of some Greek myth I read ages ago. Again, I'm so old.
    The drawing above this one is simple, just a bottle of water drawn in the center of the page. There is nothing for it to sit on, no background, nothing. Just that bottle. All alone.
    I wonder if it's lonely...
    Kilee even has pictures taped to the ceiling. I flop back onto the bed for a better view. She's so short, how did she even reach up there??
    The ceiling pictures are actual pictures though. Most are pictures of her and an older couple. I assume they're her parents, though they don't resemble Kilee at all. I think she did mention she was adopted. Maybe, or maybe I just made that up? I'm adhd if you can't tell.
I realize how weird it is that I'm laying on Kilee's bed, looking at her artwork. It feels like I might be invading her privacy a bit. I mean, it's not like she's in the bed right now but still.
My thoughts are beginning to get awkward, so I distract myself by sitting up and running over to my bed. I leap into the air and land crouched like a frog on my bed. This is extremely fun, so I do it again a few times.
The crushing reality that I still have to finish my essay hits me and I sigh. Will I ever truly be free of responsibility?
The answer is no. Life really sucks sometimes.
I wish I could listen to music while I write, but I am not a multitasker. The music distracts me and I get nothing done. I instead put on my headphones to block out surrounding noise, but don't put any music on. I also wear them for aesthetic.
These headphones mean a lot to me. They were the first thing I bought with my first work paycheck. The part that goes over my ears and the band are purple. I hand-painted pink stars onto the band. Surprisingly they are still there, I would have thought the paint would chip off.
    The essay takes another half hour to write and turn in. A relieved feeling hits me when I hit the final button to send it.
    I jump up and do a small victory dance before closing my laptop and carefully sliding it under my bed.
    Speaking of under my bed, I have a few, ok a lot of granola bar wrappers under there. It's about time I throw them out. The deed is competed in under five minutes.
    I told Lacey I would meet her at the park at 6:30, so I pull on my old black converses to wait. I don't want to leave too early.
    Just then, Kilee knocks on the door and cautiously walks in. We always knock on the door before entering, to let each other know we're here. I can't help but notice the ecstatic expression she holds.
    "Hey Christina. Did you finish your essay?"
    "Yes! And I have a good feeling about my grade too. This essay was not as difficult as the last one" I reply excitedly.
    She smiles and we continue our small talk for a minute, before I ask her the question we are all thinking here.
    "Did you know that it's illegal to own a kangaroo in 37 states? I just learned this today and it is absolutely ridiculous. Don't you think this law needs changed immediately!?"
    Kilee laughs for a second before agreeing. "That is horrible. I can't believe there is such injustice in the world," she says, before laughing again.
    Her laugh dies out after a few seconds and her face again molds into excitement.
    "Do you have plans tomorrow?" she asked me.
I don't have anything to do other than study, so I tell her.
    "Kira, Bug, and I are going to the movies if you want to come. We are seeing a movie about a father who's son was kidnapped, and he spends the entire movie trying to find the kidnapper with the help of a mentally-unstable woman and a few strangers along the way."
     The movie sounds suspiciously like a kids movie I watched when I was younger but Ill have nothing to do tomorrow. Also I can maybe get to know Kilee better.
    "That sounds fun, what time?" I ask, standing up and swiping my phone off a nearby patch of floor.
    "4:00"
    "Perfect, I'll meet you there."
    I pull on my jacket and walk into the hall.
    "See you later Kilee!" I call out before striding to the stairway. I hear the muffled shout that is her reply before I begin my descent to the first floor.
Kilee:
I watch as Christina's bright purple and blonde hair disappears down the hall. I yell bye but I'm not sure she heard me.
    Christina said yes to the movie, which is awesome. It means she is open to spending time with me outside of the dorm. I know the walk last week proved that but still.

authors note
im not going to finish the story but i do have this draft from years ago. sorry lmao