"What game?" She replies and leans against the counter.
"It's a game where we ask each other question and the other person has to answer." I plan on asking deep questions to try and get to know her. Right now, she is a mystery to me.
She looks at me hesitantly before slowly walking to the couch. Taking a seat next to me, I take this as a sign that she wants to play. I turn the television down low enough so I can hear her and so we could have a background noise to fill an awkward silence.
"Everything that is going to be said doesn't leave this room. You can trust me because I am going to trust you with my answers. If we're going to be roommates for a little while, we might as well get to know each other. Be one hundred percent honest with me, okay? I will be with you." I state. The only reply she gives me is a simple nod. Hopefully, this won't be difficult.
"What made you choose this college?" I start off easy. I drape my arm across the back of the couch as I wait for her to answer.
It takes her a minute to answer, "This school has a good program for graphic design." Okay. Cool but not interesting. I nod my head, telling her that it's her turn. "What do your parents do?"
I blow out a big breath before answering. "My dad owns a hotel that became a worldwide chain and my mom is a well-known lawyer." I want to smack myself in the face. Telling her that The Dream Hotel is a worldwide chain added a super snobby point. She only nods and moves her mouth to the left side of her face. "Where would you like to live besides New York?"
A small smile takes over her lips as she answers. "I know this sounds a little cliché, but I would love to live in Paris." She moves a strand of hair behind her ear and a faint pink color tints her cheeks.
"Paris is a good choice. It's lovely." I see her eyes light up with a little jealousy and curiosity. "Maybe I can take you to Paris-" SHIT. "-once we become better friends." I am not being smooth right now. Now I sound creepy and like a player.
"That would be nice." She smiles. "Do you have any siblings?"
"I do. I have one brother and two sisters. Their names are Gabriel, Camilla, and Tamara." Before I can ask a question, she asks another.
"How old are they?" Right now, she is stroking her lip with her fingertip.
I laugh before responding, "Gabriel is 27, Camilla is 21 and Tamara is 13." Now, I am going to ask deeper questions. Questions that have emotional answers. "What is the most traumatic thing you experienced from your childhood?" The moment I finished my sentence, her face changed. It went from curious to sad. Maybe I shouldn't have asked that question. I can see a battle going on behind her eyes like she's debating on telling me.
Finally, she speaks in a hushed whisper, "You can't tell anyone." I nod trying to show her that I understand. She takes a deep breath until she starts talking. "The most traumatic thing that happened to me was when my older sister killed herself." Speechless. I can't say anything. I expected something like a boy broke her heart or her dog got ran over; I wasn't expecting this.
"What happened?" I ask, dumbly. There is an 87% chance she won't tell me and a 13% chance she will tell me. After she said that, her eyes haven't moved from the floor. I sit a little closer and rest my hand on her shoulder.
"I was ten. She was sixteen. She was so nice and she'd always play with me. I remember I was so excited for some reason and it was a day close to her birthday. I went to her room to ask her to play Barbies but then I saw she was sleeping. I tried waking her up and I figured she must have been really tired, so I left. About an hour later, my mom got home and microwaved a dinner for us. She had me go and wake Laura up. As I was shaking her, she wouldn't get up so I went and told my mom. My mother was tapping her arm to try and wake her up until she screamed. Now she was frantically shaking Laura and was screaming her name. It wasn't until my mom grabbed an empty, orange bottle from Laura's trash that she started crying and calling the cops. The whole time we were waiting for an ambulance to arrive, my mom wouldn't stop sobbing and shaking my sister." Katherine stopped talking to take in a few deep breaths. "My sister died of an overdose. I- I still have the note she left us." She stuttered a little.
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Roman d'amour"Listen, I want you and only you." He said huskily. I couldn't stop the blush from filling my cheeks. He was standing in front of me, shirtless and enticing. He took a few steps closer so we were directly in front of each other. Kellin places his a...
