You can't believe this. You are so sick and tired already of your roommate's bullshit, and it's been a week since she moved in with you, ione single week./i She's messy, she's vulgar, she's downright infuriating, and she disappears at the smallest utter of pop culture.
You scoff, running your hands quickly through your hair to try and fight the fly-aways that the wind is hell-bent on giving you. Ridiculous, that's what she was, just your jerk face roommate that you were forced into cohabitation with until the end of spring semester, which wouldn't be too bad if it wasn't currently the first week of October.
You sigh, pushing the strap of your bag further up on your shoulder, as you dragged your feet down the pathway littered with discolored leaves to the library. You had plans to meet with Danny. You were having trouble with Beowulf, or that's what you told her at least. It's Kirsch really who had trouble with it, but you could easily play dumb in order to help him get some notes that weren't just a jumble of ink markings like your own were. Also, Danny was kind of really nice.
You cleared your head long enough to head into the library and walk over to the table that the tallest and only ginger was sitting at. Leave it to you to not know a single red head your entire life and then get to university and befriend three of them all within a couple of hours of each other. They all knew one another too, which was even weirder.
"Hey, Danny." You sighed, dropping your bag by the chair and plopping down into it, immediately pressing your chin into your folded forearms.
"Hey yourself, Hollis," Danny said, still looking down at a pile of papers she was grading, "What's eating you?" She asked once she looked up to find you in a complete flop of ugh.
"Oh you know, just a another day with a girl inhabiting the other half of my room and watching me sleep."
"She watches you sleep?" Danny bristled at that.
You weren't sure if you and Danny were more than friends. Sure you went to get coffee every morning, and met up after class on Thursdays to do work in the library, but that didn't mean anything. Besides, you weren't even sure if you were her type. "Well I think she does it just to freak me out, I mean she was aiming a rubber band at my head when I woke up."
Danny relaxed some, "Because that doesn't sound like the beginnings of a head case or anything."
You shrugged; it was a lot funnier when it was you who was making fun of Carmilla. With Danny, it just seemed like she had a vendetta against her, not that Carmilla liked her all that much either though. Over the course of four days you've heard a plethora of nicknames she had given her, ranging from creative ones like Agent Orange and Goliath, to just straight up rude ones like Dog's Breath and Giant.
It seemed like they knew something that you didn't though, because Danny started calling her fang face, which was weird because there were no fangs in sight.
"It's not too weird, she purposely missed." You muttered, pulling out and opening your spiral notebook and paperback.
Danny froze in her marking, looking up at you with a cocked eyebrow, "Were you just defending her, because it sure sounded like you were defending her."
You felt your neck heat up, shaking it off you shook your head, letting out an airy chuckle, "What? That's ridiculous, I hate her remember?" Another awkward laugh, "Roommate from hell and all that."
Danny's lips quirked into a smile at that, "You're weird Hollis, but whatever," she waves it off, shutting her folder with all of her papers in it, "What's confusing Kirsch about Beowulf?"
iDammit, she knew?/i You thought, you quickly look back at your blank paper, iwho were you kidding? Danny was attentive, she noticed things, hell she's been grading your papers for a couple of weeks now, in addition to Kirsch's./i You smiled, blushing, iokay, you could work with it, maybe she'll like that you're looking out for him and ask you to dinner./i You bite your lip, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at your own inner monologue, iyes, Laura, because that's exactly how you gain love interests, you woo them with your need to help charming boys. Oh no, does this mean she'll think your straight now?/i You risk a glance at Danny's waiting gaze, inah, she read your theories on Buffy and fuffy after all, she definitely knew, no bros in this zone. Ugh, you really needed to stop thinking to yourself./i
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After several hours of Danny dumbing down Beowulf as best she could, she had asked you to grab dinner at the diner across from campus. It was totally not a date though, diners were not meant for dates, you kept telling yourself; especially when she ordered tea. Nobody drinks tea on a date, let alone a first date.
You made your way back to your dorm fairly quickly because fall was settling in fast this year, and because it was also dark and you had never needed to use the mace in your bag, and tonight was not the night that you wanted to start having to.
You had just entered your dorm building, when you were nearly knocked over with the energy of someone clearly excited about something big.
"Oh good, frosh, you're never going to believe what I just made." LaFontaine said, their face nearly splitting in two with how big they were grinning.
You looked at them expectantly, not really sure you wanted to know, but knew that they were going to tell you anyway.
They held out their hand, showing you a small pile of stones. "They're wishing stones, you know the kind where you make a wish and toss it into a body of water?"
At the nod of your head, they continued, "I made it so those wishes you make can actually come true!" They looked at you, waiting for a response, "Here, take one. I have a cup of water, if you just so much as drop it into there, it should do the trick. All you have to do is make the wish."
You had a feeling that LaF was overexcited, for as long as you knew them, which wasn't long at all, their experiments tended to not work, but you liked their excitement, so you humored them by picking up a stone and rolling it over in the palm of your hand. What could you wish for? Well currently you were missing your dad, and frustrated about your roommate. You didn't understand why your previous roommate had transferred to a different university after just a week at Silas, and you just wanted to know what to do with your undeclared major.
Hell, you just wished you could be twenty-eight and already know exactly what you wanted out of life.
Shaking your head, you decided to fake a wish, and drop it into the mug of water LaF held out to you.
"I'm gonna turn in now, I'll see you tomorrow LaF." You said, turning on your heel and begrudgingly made your way up to the third floor where your dorm room was, and inevitably you're awful roommate.
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"You're home awfully later than usual, big red ravish you in the back of her car?" Carmilla asked from her bed, where her nose was buried in a dusty old book that was probably as old as your grandfather, maybe even ihis/i grandfather.
You ignored the feeling your stomach does at the connotation, slipping out of your jacket and hanging it on the hook behind the door. "Not that it's any of your business, but Danny and I went to the diner for dinner."
"So a date then?" Carmilla asked, "Got to say cupcake, that's not at all the kind of first date you take a cute girl on."
Instead of zeroing in on the fact that Carmilla may or may not have just called you cute, you focus on the arrogance in her tone, as if she could do better.
"I think it would be the perfect first date," You say in spite, even though you agree with her, "Except it wasn't a date, we were just hungry after studying Beowulf."
"Ugh, that tome? Please, you don't need to study it to understand the fact that men are men and need to constantly be belligerent towards anyone that could be even remotely stronger than them."
You couldn't argue with her there. Beowulf was a simple read, in fact you made little to no notes on it at all, which was also your reason for having to talk to Danny about it today. "Whatever, I'm going to bed."
"Well somebody's in a mood because they weren't ravaged in a diner parking lot." Carmilla chuckled, side-eyeing you as she flipped the page in her book.
You nearly growled, ripping your pajamas out of their drawers and shutting the bathroom door behind your forcefully. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.