it takes a bit more than you

three

“Normally, your birthgiver would scold you for the little mess from last night but she won't.” Your father, who saw you lying on the couch knocked out cold, was shaking you awake to get your attention and you were slowly stirring from your sleep to reality.

“Y/N!” your father whispered and shook your shoulder with his hand.

“What? I can't hear you, dad, I am officially deaf,” you said with your eyes shut closed.

Your father sighed. “Wake up and clean!”

“No, it's probably not even eight yet and you want me to wake up? No,” you murmured and faced away from your father who just ended up being distressed with you more than he should've let himself on.

“It's seven thirty!”

He tried to hurry you up. But by the time you were up with your eyes half closed, your father was rushing out to the lot and your mother was downstairs instead of him this time.

“Well, not much to clean but when I get home, I want every unnecessary thing to be out of sight,” your mother ordered, to which you nodded to in the obligatory move of agreeing.

“Bye now. We have work.” She waved off.

Your sight, though still remaining as a blur for a minute, was clear enough to see that your parents leave the driveway on their way to attend their jobs. Not wasting any more time being tied down to the couch, you stumbled upon reaching for the table and you fell flat on your stomach on the floor. The carpet was soft against your skin and it gave the same feeling of lying on bed. You were debating whether to crash there to risk getting reprimanded by your mother for the inability of cleaning just because you found the floor more comfortable than a chore.

Standing up warily, you looked around to see that it was indeed not much work to be done such as a little cleanup and nothing more. You were headed to the kitchen and stopped halfway when you saw Normani at the counter drinking milk.

“What the hell?” was the first thing you said.

Normani raised her glass. “Hey. Morning, sunshine.”

“I thought everybody would've left?”

“Certainly not me, I'm your best friend, I'll help you clean up. You're lucky you weren't the one who was this close—” Normani pinched with her forefinger and thumb together, “—to kicking the twins' asses outta the house this morning. Fucking annoying bitches. Where do people have sex and create those embryo failures anyway?”

You made your way to the fridge and pulled it open to see what you could find. “I am not capable of understanding a word, give me a second to adjust.”

“No shit, how can you understand the universal language when Mila was grinding her ass on you last night?” Normani laughed and drank from the glass, leaving a stain of milk on the corners of her mouth.

“Oh, my God. Shut up!” You threw an empty can you found on the counter towards Normani and she was able to dodge it without effort.

She stuck her tongue out. “You suck. So what did you do after you followed her upstairs?”

“What? When?”

Last night wasn't obviously resolving into a blur to you, but it was something you would want your mind to be taken out off. You shouldn't have been stressing that night too much. When you closed your eyes, you see Camila. But that's the thing, when you closed your eyes it was not any ordinary Camila that you see. When darkness sinks in as you close your eyes every moment, you see her without a shirt and her leaning in to kiss you but it does not happen. She didn't kiss you. You didn't kiss her. Your hands were never lower. To you, it was real. To you, it was unreal like it never happened.