Every now. Every then

Every now

I look down on the sheets in my hand, white, flawless and empty they almost have a certain calmness about them. I close my eyes and the contrast of the clean whiteness and the dark space I now find myself in make my eyes feel tired, and I let my body drift into to the land of dreams. I feel my body relax and all of my thoughts just escape into the dark nothing, before my name gets called and I just briefly open my eyes to let the person know they have my attention. I look across the room and I find my friend sitting at the table with his girlfriend. He looks up at me and his dark blue eyes locks with my frosty blue ones, unlike my sharp eyes his are soft and misty and sometimes it almost feels like looking into infinity, and they somewhat feel like a trap from time to time. He smiles before he abruptly raises, shoving the chair backwards and the loud creak make me want to cover my ears. I follow his bold moves as he packs his school books down in his leather purse. The purse has scratches and are torn several places here and there and it might seem like it has been patched together not weird considering he has been using it ever since we started here, eight years ago. 

"We need to go now, I promised Emilie I would drive her to the train station" he speaks loudly as he continues to pack down all off his supplies, I nod before giving him a reassuring "mhm" while giving him a short wave to signal that he can leave . I hear Emilie mentioning something to him before her light footsteps fade into the hallway, followed by his heavy ones making their way across the room slowly towards the window were I'm seated. I look up smiling while avoiding making eye contact with him, He lets out a sigh and smiles. He squat down to be at my level, and this time it was his eyes that explored mine, he similes again before laughing lightly. "are you mad? I know we have to deliver the assignment tomorrow" he takes a deep breath "I promise I will find a solution okay?" I look at him frustrated and annoyed figuring that we most likely have to spend the whole night finishing the assignment. I grab my blonde locks pulling it over my face as I pout making my hair blow in every direction, I look over at my best friend while he shakes his head smiling at my childish behaviour. We lock eyes again and I nod in averse, knowing its going to be a long night. He smiles one more time as he is about to rise from the floor, Before he walks around the corner towards the hall way. My name once again ring trough the apartment followed by a question, " You are coming to the game to night right?" A loud yes escapes from my mouth and I hear an even louder cheer from down the hallway. I smile to myself as I start to gather all of my school supplies. I look out the window at catch the two of them walking across the green field, laughing and holding hands. I have never had anything against Emilie, she is a wonderful girl and I absolutely adore her personality, I think its more the fact that I suddenly have to share my absolute best friend with a girl he might even care more for than me. It sometimes makes me feel immaterial, like he doesn't need me anymore but then again I know he would not be able to survive a day without me. I look out at the green landscape again and the sun which had already vanished behind the sand coloured campus blocks painted the sky in warm tones of orange, I could almost feel the warm summer evening on my skin where I stood in the living room, and the thought of summer vacation next week made my skin shiver in joy. The campus was already quite empty because many of the students were living at home for the remaining school days. My eyes travel around the room and the memories from this school year flash through my mind. The memory of every breakfasts I shared with the girls, that often resulted in Lotta saying something in Swedish having Dana and I respond in our own languages. I laugh as I remember how confused  Antoinette would be and how she often called our languages for trolls speech. I move my head to the white french doors which now led out to a sky of dancing flames  and recall every evening out on the balcony bathing in the sunlight, I already miss living with the three of them. I stand in the middle of the room for a while trying to look back at all the things we did, and the memories of the boys coming over at Fridays with pizza to play video games and do a sorts of stupid games that we would play trough the night. I throw my purse over my shoulder as all the happy memories rush through my mind, I grab my suitcase as I make my way out the door. I travel the apartment with my eyes one more time before I close the door, wishing for the next year to be just as good.