Inhibition

Chapter 2

Cat got ready as usual that morning, despite the crappy night she’d had. She put on her underwear, threw on some jeans, and was pulling a random shirt over her head as she exited her door way. She had been there long enough to not trip over anything in the process, which was saying something.

Finley was already up, dressed in immaculate clothing, but sloppily done. Her bed head hair was unevenly distributed all over her head, sticking up in different directions and matted on the right side. Finley ignored it as she sipped her morning coffee.

Cat didn’t usually drink coffee, but after the past night, she was willing to try. She padded barefoot into the kitchen, the tiles cold on her feet. She grabbed a mug and repeated the process she had seen so often that she had it memorized. She made the coffee, but it was really bitter. So she added some sugar. And then some chocolate creamer. And then some more sugar. And then a bit more vanilla creamer.

She tasted it, ready for the caffeine rush and the deliciousness.

“OH MY GOD! That is gross! How can you drink this stuff every morning?”

            Finley didn’t really notice the ranting. She did however, notice when Cat spat coffee and creamer and sugar at her. Then she took offense.

“Hey, wah’do’yah think you’re doing?” Her words were slurred with fatigue. Finley hadn’t been having the best nights either. Though that was more in thanks to the lack of a fourth door in their hallway, and a third room, and the person that used to occupy that room.

Finley sighed. “Here, lemme see.” She took the cup from Cat and took a sip. Then she spat it out at Cat. “Ew!” She was awake now. “That is not coffee. How much stuff did you add to it?”

“Uh . . . A lot?” Cat scratched the back of her head sheepishly.

Finley just rolled her eyes and poured Cat’s coffee down the sink. She didn’t laugh about stuff as easily as before. She was kind of being a kill joy. So Cat made faces at her when Finley’s back was turned.

“Don’t make faces at me, or I’ll sick Aidan on you.” Finley said, not even turning around.

Cat tongue was slurped back into her mouth, and her face smoothed out.

Sadly, Finley and Aidan had become the best of friends. Something about growing up in the same environment and having the same issues with their society and mutually being annoyed with Cat’s insanity. Cat laughed maniacally at their attempts to fix her. Yeah, like she needed fixing.

“You can try! Mwahahahaha-” Cat started coughing and choking at the end of her evil laugh. She took deep breaths to get herself back under control.

At Finley’s deadpan look, Cat stopped. “Did I finish my thought aloud again?”

Finley just nodded.

“Oh. Sorry.”

They finished getting ready in silence. Cat pulled on her funky socks, this time one was green with white dots and the other was light blue with real ribbons on it. They went above her knees, and as such her boots didn’t quite cover them. But that was fine, because she was wearing jeans over the socks and under the boots. Nobody knew how great her socks were but her. It’s my-

“DIRTY LITTLE SECRET!” She stopped at Finley’s look. “I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”