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Ch 2
When Serena awoke, she was in her bed. She sat up with a start, her eyes darting around. Her bedroom was filled with golden sunlight. There was no one there but her. She released a held breath and looked down. She was in her pajamas. A nervous laugh left her lips. "It must have been a dream," she said to herself, "Maybe I am working too much." Serena pulled the covers off and got out of bed. "Coffee sounds really good right now..." She laughed at herself and walked out into the living room. Her eyes glanced over out her window and remembered the man across the way. A chill went down her spine. Real or not, that image scared her. She could not live in the apartment alone after that. She considered putting an ad in the paper for a roommate. Another glance at the window confirmed her need. In fact, being in that apartment alone for another minute even bothered her. Serena briskly walked back into her bedroom, feeling safe there for some reason. She quickly showered, dressed, and tossed her hair into a lose bun. After grabbing her purse and slipping some shoes on, she left her apartment, heading for the coffee shop on the corner.
A little while later, she was behind the counter of the flower shop, sipping her mocha latte. Andrew had not come in yet. He must have decided to sleep in. Serena rolled her eyes. That sounded just like him, and was probably true. It was a slow morning, which was normally a good thing. It gave Serena a chance to wake up and relax. But after the dream last night, Serena would have preferred a crowd of customers. There were hardly any customers all morning and afternoon. It was so slow that when the bell above the door finally did chime, Serena got spooked and jumped. She stood and looked around. There was no one in the store. 'Not again,' she thought to herself. She summoned courage she did not know she had, and walked out from behind the counter. As she did, Serena heard clicking off the tile. It was the sound that wide heels made on tile floor. Serena walked around the aisles, toward the sound. She peeked around the corner of the last aisle, her heart racing. At that moment, the clicking got closer. Serena jumped around the corner; to surprise what she thought was the same man from last time. Instead, she was greeted with a slight cry and a young woman stumbling backwards. "Serena, don't do that to me. You almost gave me a heart attack." Serena blinked a few times, staring at her friend. She looked down and blushed crimson, laughing at her own stupidity. "Sorry, Michiru. I heard you come in but I didn't see you when I came from behind the counter. I thought he came back." Serena looked up, to find her friend smiling at her. "It's alright. Next time, I'll let you know when I walk in." Serena smiled a bit, embarrassed. She looked her friend over. Michiru was taller than her, but only by a few inches or so. She had beautiful wavy hair, the color of cinnamon, and eyes blue and deep as the oceans.
Serena was admiring Michiru's elegant appearance and did not hear what she had just said. "I'm sorry. What was that?" Michiru laughed. "I asked who 'he' was." Serena sighed a bit and explained what she thought she had seen the day before. She knew she could trust Michiru and that Michiru would not just think she was crazy. Michiru thought it over for a moment before speaking. "It might be that you're working too much but it might be something else." Serena blinked a few times at her friend. Michiru was always talking in riddles like that. She would say it could be what you were thinking, but it might be something else. This, when Serena thought about it, was true. You cannot be right all the time. The way Michiru said it, she told you to cover all your bases and try not to get surprised. Serena nodded and smiled. "I'm trying not to think about it right now. I'm just trying to relax right now." Michiru laughed softly and winked. "I can tell you need to relax." She, of course, was referring to the minor heart attack a minute ago. Serena's embarrassment returned. "I am really sorry about that." "It's alright. Actually, I came in to ask you a question and got distracted by the lilies." Serena smiled. That was just like Michiru. Lilies were her weakness. "What did you need to ask me?" Serena asked after a minute. Michiru smiled and replied, "Do you know of anyone looking for a roommate? I'm looking for a place." Serena's face lit up, as she exclaimed, "This is perfect! I was just thinking of putting an ad in the paper for a roommate. You can move in with me!"
Michiru blinked in surprise. "Are you sure?" Serena's smile was as bright as the sun. "Of course I'm sure! You can move in whenever you're ready." Michiru smiled, and then, very unlike her, got a bit nervous. "Would it be alright if I moved in tonight? I just got into town and don't have anywhere else right now." she asked. Serena smiled and hugged her, "Of course you can move in tonight. In fact, that will make me feel a lot better. My apartment has been spooking me lately." Michiru returned the hug and smiled at Serena. "Thank you, Serena. This means a lot to me." Serena just smiled at her friend, that same bright smile from when they were younger.
Knowing that Michiru probably needed help moving in, Serena's smile only grew as she got an idea. "Tell you what. Andrew obviously isn't coming in today. I think I'll close up early. We can do some shopping, since you'll need some clothes and have some dinner. A girl's night out." Serena saw a light fill Michiru's eyes. She could even hear the happiness in Michiru's voice as she spoke, "That sounds terrific, Serena." With that, Serena closed the shop and left a message on Andrew's answering machine, saying she was taking a few days off.
The two of them spent the night shopping. Michiru almost maxed all her credit cards, buying new things. She bought a new wardrobe for herself and some furniture. She got a new bed, a computer, a desk, a nightstand. Her bedroom would be set when they got back to the apartment. When they got home, they tried their hardest to build Michiru's bed and desk. After a few hours of confusion and a few choice words for the screws, the bed was assembled. They laughed and everything was fine, just like it always was. Serena ordered them some take-out, neither of them wanting to cook after the fight with the furniture. They stayed up late, watching sappy romance movies, sharing a bottle of port, and complaining about their lack of love lives. During one movie, Serena joked that the main female character was perfect for Michiru. She could tell Michriu was practically swooning over her. Michiru was a lesbian. It was no secret and it did not bother Serena. She had a thing for women with short hair. She claimed repeatedly that it looked so good on some women. Michiru, in return, told Serena that the main male character was for her. The two of them slipped off into daydreams, laughing. Sometime, in the early morning hours, the two of them passed out, Serena on the loveseat, Michiru on the sofa. They did not even make it to their beds.