The Girls of 310 [COMPLETED]

Chapter Three: Mal's Moody Monday

    Mondays were horrible. This had been known since the beginning of time. Do you know what was worse than a Monday? A regular day that had the audacity to feel like a Monday. Today was Wednesday, a few days after the whole Reece situation, and I had done my best to push it all out of my mind. I had seen him on Sunday when I picked up Sierra to go grocery shopping and he was coming home from the gym.

Wednesdays were the day that Marianna was stuck in class all day while I only had one in the morning. Sierra started class in the afternoon and then worked in the evening. This particular Wednesday was giving off serious Monday vibes because I had somehow caught a cold, and I was miserable. I was stuck in the house all day by myself, feeling extremely close to death.

I dragged myself out of bed for the first time that day and stumbled to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I washed my face, taking note of the bushiness of my eyebrows and the slight peach fuzz growing above my lip. I looked horrible. The least I could do was make myself a bit presentable and hoped that it would boost my mood. I grabbed the bright pink box of wax and fixed up my face. Finishing up with moisturizer, I cleaned up and went to the kitchen. I had taken a long hot shower very early that morning, when I had first begun to suffer from stuffiness and a sore throat, so instead of showering again, I just decided to throw on a sweater that was on the kitchen chair.

    I put some water to boil and plopped a tea bag in my favourite mug. When the water was done, I poured it and held the mug against my chest so that the steam went up into my face. Standing like that for a few minutes, I slowly began to feel decongested. A knock on the door forced me to put the tea down.

    A familiar boy stood in the hallway outside my door. "I heard you're sick," he said and he sheepishly handed me a container.

    I fake pouted and accepted the food. "At least someone cares that I'm dying."

    Stepping aside, I held the door open, motioning him to come in. When he passed me, I noticed that he was carrying a yellow plastic bag. "Si didn't tell me what kind of sick you were, so I just bought what I thought would help."

    My eyes watered a bit, "You really didn't have to."

    "Nonsense," Andre shook his head and began unpacking the bag. "Cough syrup, in case you have a cold. Nasal spray in case you're just stuffy. Ginger ale and Powerade in case your tummy is upset. Oh, and chocolate in case it's just, you know, that time of the month."

    "Andre! This is honestly so sweet. I would hug you but I don't want you to catch my cold," My eyebrows knitted, wondering why he was being so nice to me.

He took a step towards me. "My immune system is amazing, come here." I threw my arms around him and secretly wished that I had taken another shower. "Now come on and eat, I promised Sierra I wouldn't let you die before the end of her shift."

I sighed dramatically, "Fine," but grabbed a spoon and the container of soup nevertheless.

We sat side by side on the couch, separated by my blanket that I kept throwing on and off because my temperature kept changing. He had taken my laptop from my room and we were watching Netflix. It turned out, we both loved horror movies, unlike Sierra and Marianna. Now, keep in mind that even though I loved them, I still got scared very easily. Because it was the end of November, it also got very dark, very early. So although it was only a bit after four in the afternoon, it was almost pitch black.

"I have to pee," I announced when the movie was over.

Andre stretched his arms out above his head. "And what does that have to do with me?"

"Go turn the lights on please. The hallway is dark."

I could hear how hard he rolled his eyes at me. "Mal, stop being an idiot. Use the flashlight on your phone because I'm not getting up."

"You suck," I whined. I flicked on the flashlight on my phone and found my way to the wall. Continuing along the wall, I felt for the lightswitch. Once I flipped it on, I was fine. I turned around and stuck my tongue out at Andre, which he returned with his middle finger.

I used the toilet and washed my hands. A shower would have been nice right then, but I didn't want Andre to leave. It was fun just hanging out together, and I was actually feeling better. Hanging out with him felt different than being alone with Jasper. I didn't have any problems with Jasper, but we weren't all that close. It was more like we only were around each other when we had to be because of Raven.

While I dried my hands, I heard a knock at the door. "Give me a second," I called out. I swung the door open and was greeted with darkness. "Andre?"

I swore I turned the hallway light on before I went to the bathroom. Maybe Andre had to go back home or something. That had to be it. A sudden chill ran down my spine as visions of the scary movie forced their way into my head. As I reached to turn my phone's flashlight on, something grabbed me. Screaming bloody murder, I started to flail my arms and grab on to whatever I could. It was only when I heard the laughing, I calmed down.

"You freaking idiot! I hate you!" I cried.

Andre threw me onto the couch and grabbed his stomach. "Oh my God, you are literally killing me here!" He wiped real tears out of his eyes.

He continued to laugh while I sulked on the couch. "You're never coming over again."

His eyebrows raised in amusement. "I'd just have to knock down that wall over there and our apartments would be connected."

"You know, our living room would be huge," I entertained the idea. "We could even expand and just make one big kitchen."

"Speaking of the kitchen, what do you have to eat in here?" he asked as he made his way to our fridge. I saw him pull something out of the freezer and he turned around to give me a "really?" look.

"Marianna doesn't cook and she did the grocery shopping this week! She lives off of chicken nuggets and fries," I explained, laughing.

He grabbed a pan from the bottom of the stove and poured in a little bit of each. "Next time, you're coming over to mine and we'll have a proper dinner."

I beamed in response. "It's a date." We both stopped for a second and looked at each other. "You can invite your girlfriend too if that makes it better."

Andre let out a hearty laugh, signalling that he understood what I meant, but appreciated the fact that we were on the same page.

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A little bit of a fluffy light hearted chapter that I wanted to get out before the next part of the story. What do you think the next thing on the bucket list is? Remember to vote and comment!

The song for this chapter is I Got 5 on it by Luniz. It's what I imagine playing in Mal's head when she comes out of the bathroom and the whole place is dark 😭 My roommates and I would always randomly play it in the night to scare each other 🤣🤣🤣