How To Love ✓

5.

Amara

I made my way back to my room, dragging the tank behind me. As I closed the door, the young lady waltz over to where I stood. She extended her arm and I shook it with ease.

"I'm Sylvia but my friends call me Syl for short." Her whole aura seemed so vibrant and warm. I felt like we would be great roommates. I hope that one day, her and I can have a mutual understanding and become friends.

"And this," she pointed to the adonis who sat on the edge of her bed, "is Lucien, but you already know that." I set my gaze upon Mr. McSteamy once more, who, thankfully, was already clothed.

To my dismay, he was already staring at me. I tried so hard to not let my eyes rake his attire because I know it'll feed his ego. But I couldn't help but take in the way his muscles were prominent through the satin blue tee, the black skinny jeans hugged his thick thighs amazingly.

I cleared my throat and diverted my eyes to an imaginary string on my lap, twiddling my fingers to cover my embarrassment.

"No need for the introductions Syl. We aren't going to be friends anyways," he spoke so boldly.

"Maybe we could set some ground rules?" I suggested, bringing the attention to Sylvia. 

She flipped her blonde hair to the side and fixed her tight crop top on her chest. "Anything."

"Okay. Well firstly, I know you were here before I came, and you don't even have to consider this, but is it possible that I could I get the bed next to the window? The fresh air kind of helps with my breathing sometimes."

She nodded. "What else?"

"Um," I searched the room and once again, my eyes landed on McSteamy. "Nothing much, really. You seem like a very great person who doesn't break the rules. Though, if your boyfriend has to be in here, could he not interfere with my stuff? I don't want to misplace my meds, it's important to have everything in order."

It was silent for a moment. All of a sudden, they both burst out in fits of laughter.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"Lucien's not my boyfriend," Sylvia commented, shaking her head.  "Yeah, we hooked up before, but he's not the one for me."

My guilt fell straight down my stomach.

"Can't believe you thought we were dating," Lucien snorted.

I snapped my head towards him, sending a soft glare. His response was only a devious smirk. "Still, could you not touch my stuff?"

"Sure whatever. Syl, you ready?" he brushed me off.

Jerk.

She grabbed her phone from off the desk and walked to the door. "I'll be back in 3 hours, okay? Later I will move my stuff to the other side of the room and maybe I could help you finish pack?" she offered.

"I would like that," I nodded and shot her a wide smile.

Walking out of the door with Lucien following behind, he stopped abruptly and looked at me for what may seem as the third time since we've met. "See you around Amara," he says and slammed the door shut behind him.

I gathered all the strength I had and mustered the courage to start offloading the easier things to pack away. Things like my meds, toiletries, shoes, setting up my canvas and the rest of the art supplies Luke bought for me as an "all-the-best" gift. I left the clothes for last as they were a lot. After what seemed like three hours of decorating my side in hopes of making me feel as if I was home, I decided to take a break.