A compilation of 2 quarantine short stories
Sugarless ✔
"Are you seriously staying in your pajamas all day?"
"Shut up, I'm procrastinating"
Love might knock on your door when you least expect.
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Once Upon a One Night Stand ✔ (discontinued)
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I sink deeper into my small sofa, holding my phone high so I can see the screen and the camera captures my entire face. A heavy sigh escapes my lips for what might be the one hundredth time this afternoon. Two hundredth if I count my uneventful morning.
"I'm so bored," I complain.
"Me too," Courtney agreed in a sleepy voice. I can see her siblings chasing each other in the background. She had gone to the kitchen to grab and snack and still wasn't back to the safety of her bedroom.
AJ is the only one who doesn't look like death might be near. "Well, I'm great."
"You're quarantining with your stupid boyfriend." Courtney points a butter knife at the screen with an eye roll.
I sigh. Again.
I always talked to them via FaceTime, with or without lockdown, since they live in London, so they would never provide me with the type of vivid human interaction I crave for. I'm still thankful we talk regularly, so I keep myself sane, but this is not really what I want. There is Nina, who is flesh and blood and lives across the hall, but I haven't talked to her in 2 days and she makes me nervous.
"So?" AJ interrupts my trail of thoughts. "I might have James with me, but Jade has a neighbour that could be a friend if she stopped cowering inside her apartment."
"Hey!" I stop her. "I'm not a coward! I just... she makes me uncomfortable."
"Why? What did she do?" AJ asks.
I shrug. "I don't know. She just looks unexpressive. I don't know..."
Courtney nods in understanding. "I get it. She's got Botox."
AJ gasps. "Your neighbour has Botox? How old is she?"
"She doesn't have Botox!" I protest. "She just doesn't smile much. Which is weird because she was nice when talking to me."
"It's giving... What's the name of the old Drama teacher?" AJ asks. "Deeks? I feel like it's Deeks. You thought he was scary too, until suddenly he was all nice to you."
I cringe at the name. My mother expected me to be an actress, just like her, but my acting career died as soon as my mentor left. I hated him the moment we met, mostly because he just seemed uninterested in his job and his students, but a couple of private sessions were enough for me to feel more at ease with him.
Unfortunately, he had to leave, and my parents decided I had no business trying to become an actress when it was clear I had no talent. They said I should focus on jobs I could memorise for. Specifically, being a doctor like my cousin, Jackie, or a businesswoman like my grandmother.
"You hated him too!" I complain. "I'm pretty sure you left crying out of a rehearsal."
"Details," she brushes it off.
Courtney isn't paying attention to the conversation anymore. I see her corner of the screen move and I assume she is coming back to her bedroom before one of her siblings inevitably clashes against her.
