Chewing Gum

.8.

Mira P.O.V

waddle waddle waddle

I waddled over to the kitchen and had another bowl of diabetes cereal. Milk, then cereal, then ice cream, and then ate it with a fork.

I somehow managed to fall asleep on the couch to the sound of Love By Chance's theme song and Twice's TT playing at full blast. Oh how great it is to only get 2 hours of sleep!

For once though, I actually woke up without Tasha's stupid nagging. Where was she anyways?

I placed my bowl and fork in the sink and wandered over to Tasha's bedroom. Nope, not there. I looked out in the hallway. Nada. Bathroom? Negative. I eventually look up. She was attached to the ceiling. Somehow, this crazy bitch had found ropes and climbing gear and physically attached her body to the ceiling.

"What the actual fluck are you doing up there?"

"Well you see, I was trying to get a good angle for my painting an-"

"Forget I asked. I'm gonna go get ready."

I waltzed into my gaylicious room. I decided, heck, I have time this morning, why don't I actually look presentable? For once, I wore something other than merch. The only reason these normal clothes even are on me right now though, is because Tasha goes closet diving in my closet and she'll be in there for a good hour. When she comes out, her hands are full of clothes I didn't even know I owned.

I slipped on a floor-length black dress with a yellow floral pattern on it. I put a knit bracelet my aunt made me on. I then walked into the bathroom, straightened my hair (which sadly I can't do to my sexuality), and put some effort into makeup, with a light pink blush and gloss. I looked pretty decent.

And then I topped it off with a a cute little headwrap.

And my black Converses. Cause why the hell not.

I grabbed my bag and started to walk out of the door.

"WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?!"

"To learn, where else?"

"Get.me.down."

"Not really in the mood. Have a nice morning dearie!!!", I say, walking out of the door while eating an apple.

"Oh wait I'm not that hungry anymore. Here you go, you'll need it!"

I throw my apple at Tasha and walk out of the door, chucking softly.

Tasha P.O.V

Frick. I didn't catch it. Now what? I was gonna starve up here.

I spotted my phone in my back pocket. I somehow had to reach it without falling. I slowly moved my hand........

GOT IT! Since I was using one hand to hold my phone and the other to keep me from falling, I used my nose to press buttons on my phone. I called Minho and every ring was torture. 

"I'm sorry, but your call has been forwarde-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

It's not my fault he had morning classes. Now who was I gonna call?

Hey Tasha! It's Cream again! Try calling Mingyu. He's awake. 

I was hearing voices in my head again.

Who else is gonna get you down?

Fine. My nose hit the call button and he picked up immediately.

"Get over here. Right now."

"I want to be payed."

"Fine."

After a good five minutes he walked in. 

"How'd you get up there?"

"Well you see, I was trying to get a good angle for my painting an-"

"Never mind. I'm taking this apple."

"Hey. Aren't you gonna get me down?"

"Nah. I'm leaving."

At least I wouldn't have an apple mocking me from the floor.

Mira P.O.V

Shmoopdy doop. The day went fast. As per usual, I stalked kpop instagrams and pictured my teachers as idols.

But in English, I told Mr.Sipó about the dream. I always tell him when I do, he's like my therapist. It really helps talking to him, I feel like I can trust him with my life.

He'd never hurt a soul.

I walked into the dorm after writing class.

"Honey, I'm home!"

Sure enough, she was still hanging on the ceiling.

I'm not that cruel.

I put some pillows underneath her.

Then I cut the ropes.

She lands with a soft thud.

"I hate you bitch."

"Oh you know you don't mean that! Come on, I'll pay for lunch."

At that she softens.

"Fine."

She starts to walk out the door.

"You're still in your pajamas."

"I knew that, I was just testing you."

She runs off to her room to get ready, looking as prim and perfect as usual in under 6 minutes.

HOW THE FLICK DOES SHE DO IT???

"Come on," she tells me, dragging me out of the dorm. "Let's go Gwacha hunting."