Chapter 2- Wake Up Call
I wake up to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I pick it up and look at the time. 4 in the morning, really?!
"what the hell?" I mutter and click the answer button. "hello?" I growl into the phone.
"hi, is this Shey?" a sweet voice asks over the phone. Who the hell would be this perky at 4 in the morning?
"who wants to know?" I ask getting impatient. I wasn't suppose to wake up for another half an hour.
"oh, I'm sorry, I'm Kim." she says. There's a pause.
"yeah, and?" I ask obviously irritated.
"I just got the paper and saw your add for a roommate. I thought I should call before anyone else does. Sorry I woke you up." she says. I get ready to yell at her but don't. She wants to be my roommate? Well if she can pay and will promise to never wake me up this early again, this could work.
"I have to go to work soon anyway, my shift ends at two. If you want to talk to me about moving in come to the house around three." I say now that I'm fully awake. I get out of bed as she talks to me and I pick out an outfit for the day.
"ok I'll be there at three." she says before hanging up. I toss my phone on my bed and change into a green t-shirt with black jeans. I go downstairs and pour a cup of coffee. I make some eggs and bacon and sit in the living room watching tv as I eat my breakfast. I pull my shoes on and look at my phone.
"shit!" I mutter as I realize it's 4:50. I jump in my car and speed down the highway so I'm almost on time for work. On the way to work i think about the girl on the phone. What would living with her be like? What does she look like. Would she mind that I'm a lesbian. I pull up to dunkin donuts and get out. As I walk behind the counter my manager yells about me almost being late.
"well aren't you cranky? Drink some coffee and take a chill pill." I say as I take my place behind the cash register. I usually give my manager a hard time, mostly because i know he wont fire me. I've been working here since my freshmen year of high school. The other cashier, Mandy, looks at me with a sad look. We've worked together for a few years, I guess you could say we're friends.
"how are you feeling?" she asks quietly. I tilt my head and shrug.
"a little tired as always, but I'll live." I say with a shrug.
"I heard about your dad, I'm sorry." she says with a frown on her face. I chuckle. She's always been trying to look out for me.
"it's fine, it's his own fault anyway." I say brushing it off. I take someone's order and give them their coffee. I look outside and notice she's still looking at me.
"are you gonna be ok by yourself?" she asks concerned. "you can come stay with me if you want." My face softens for a moment at her kind gesture but it hardens again.
"I'm fine, I have a girl coming over today to check out the house. If it goes well she'll be living with me for a few months." I say. She stops to take someone's order but she doesn't look like she's paying attention to the man ordering. I think she was so distracted she screwed up his order. The guy walks away with his order muttering about not coming back.
"you could of asked if I could stay with you." she says with a saddened tone. I raise an eyebrow. Well this is new. She would want to stay with me? Why?
"well, you have a place and I thought I should give someone else a chance to." I say. She nods and we go back to the long line of people waiting for their coffees. During the rest of the day I couldn't help but feel like a jerk for not asking her if she wanted to stay with me. She was basically my only friend around here. I don't really think about people because quite frankly I don't care, but for that moment when she was hurt I felt bad knowing it was my fault. Plus I don't know anything about the girl that called. Maybe a girl i know is better than a girl i don't? After our shift ended I sit down and have coffee with her to ease my conscience and since she doesn't have a car I drive her home. I know where her house is because I've driven her home before. I park outside her house. She opens the door to get out. She places a hand on mine and I stare at her.
"if you need anything, feel free to ask me ok?" she says with a smile before climbing out. I head back to the house and spend almost an hour cleaning. I go around the house picking up all the dirty clothes and bring them to the wash room. I pick up all the garbage laying around and throw it away. I dust every table and shelf i can find. I stop and realize I'm putting way too much effort into this. I put my hand up to my face.
"why the hell am I doing all this?" I say. I look at the bags laying on the kitchen counter from yesterday's grocery shopping. I finally take the time to put everything away. I vacuum all the rooms, and sweep the kitchen. I realize how bored I am and put on some music. Soon Green Day is ringing through the halls of the house. I look out the window right before the girl's red convertible pulls up. I check to make sure the house looks ok before opening the door. What was waiting on the other side, I never would have predicted. She was beautiful. A redhead about the same height and and body shape as me. She's wearing baggy pants and a tight black shirt. I look her up and down and notice her hazel eyes. She smiles at me and I wipe the dumb look off my face.
"hi, I'm Kim." she says smiling at me.
"I'm Shey." I say before opening the door wider and stepping aside. She comes in and I shut the door. I show her around the house. The kitchen, living room, dining room, washing room, bathroom, the master bedroom which was my Dad's and my bedroom that was also like a master bedroom.
"you can stay in here." I say indicating my room. "or you can sleep in my dad's room." I say. She scrunches her eyebrows as she thinks.
"what about sharing a room?" she asks insistently. I chuckle and raise an eyebrow when I see she's serious.
"wouldn't you want your own room?" I ask. She shakes her head.
"my best friend and I shared a room all the time, so if you don't mind, we could." she says smiling. I sigh. I really don't want some girl I don't know snooping around my stuff.
"fine." I say. She claps excitedly and hugs me.
"we're going to be good friends." she says. I roll my eyes and back out of her arms.
"come on let's start moving you in." I say and walk downstairs.