Hello everyone! I wanted to start by saying thank you to everyone who has been sending me fan-mail or messages complimenting my story! It makes my day and I am so happy to know that you are enjoying it! I also wanted to apologize for this chapter. Due to my lack of time to write from finals, this is simply a filler chapter. Nothing extra exciting happens in it but I felt as though you wanted more based on your messages and it also ties into what happens in the next chapter. Due to the holidays, I am going to try to upload one or two more chapters this week since I will not be posting for some time after. Also there is this one paragraph of dialogue that is all messed up with formatting. I tried fixing it a few different ways but it did not want to be nice. So sorry!

Chapter Seven ~ Robots and Reptiles

There was a rapping on the door. It was persistent and loud and as obnoxious as it could be, but the girl curled up in her bed didn't pay any attention to it.

"Honey Lemon?!" She didn't answer. "Honey Lemon, it's 10:30 in the morning and I want my coffee! As your roommate I am taking full action and entering your room and dragging your skinny ass out of bed! And don't even try to pretend that you're not in there because I can smell your sadness from my room!" A feisty young woman with short black hair adorned with purple highlights swung open the door. The room was a light shade of pink and very organized. Pictures covered random sections of the walls in small clusters. The floor-length window that led out to the upper balcony was blocked by light green drapes. Gogo hated this room. It was feminine beyond belief with "poppy pink", "robin's egg blue", and "light spring green" (as Honey Lemon called them) everything. The only part of the room that wasn't coloured was the furniture. Flowers and pictures and stuffed animals, even the bins she kept her experiment journals in were girly.

Gogo walked over to the pile of floral bed sheets bunched up on the bed and began prodding.

"Where's your arm? I'm dragging you out." The sheets began to move awkwardly until a long, thin arm became present. Gogo grabbed the arm and forced her friend out of bed. "Okay, now that you're out of bed, put on some clothes." Honey Lemon was laying on the floor in panties and a bra. Gogo walked over to the closet and picked up a pair of sweat pants. She dropped the pants down onto her friend's head. "Coffee."

Resentfully, Honey Lemon got dressed and brushed her teeth, not bothering to put on makeup. She made her roommate coffee and sat at the small yet simple white, round table in the kitchen.

"It's been a week. Why haven't you tried to call him?" Gogo drank her coffee and rubbed the bags under her eyes. She looked at her friend who was hiding behind her legs on the chair next to her.

"He doesn't want to hear from me. I didn't even get a chance to finish talking before he walked out on me." Gogo had never seen Honey Lemon this sad. They had known each other for years before they had started at SFIT, and this Honey Lemon was not the Honey Lemon she grew up with. The real Honey Lemon would have managed to perfect a messy bun or pull her hair back in a headband when strands began to fall in her face, unlike the sad girl who was no starting to look like Cousin It from this angle.

"Honey Lemon, he's crazy about you. Before the semester ended, the tension between you two was thick enough to make a rope and hang myself with."

"Why do you do that?" Honey Lemon's voice went from sad to pissed off. She looked at Gogo with an expression that was stuck somewhere between rage and tears.

"Do what?"

"THAT! You always act like you hate romance and you seemed happy for me but then you say shit like that and it's molesto! Eres una perra! Por que-"

"Stop speaking in Spanish. You know I don't understand you when you talk like that, and if you're going to yell at me you should do it in a language I understand."

"Oh fuck it."

"Where is this Honey Lemon coming from? You have never been this….vulgar….before." Silence fell between the two girls. Gogo looked into her empty coffee mug and Honey Lemon looked back at her legs.

"I'm sorry. I just…. Gogo, why don't you like love?" Gogo's eyes shot open.

"We're focusing on you, not me."

"Answer me! Come on, Gogo, why? I mean you and Fred seem to-"

"No. No no no no no me and Fredzilla are not a thing."

"Really? You could have told me that last night." The girls turned to see a man in boxers walk out of Gogo's room. He was tall but hunched over and was putting a teal beanie on to cover his bedhead. Honey Lemon's eyes widened as her mouth dropped more and more. Gogo put a hand on her forehead and tried to hide her burning red face. "I mean, I thought that since we were sleeping together you were kinda my girlfriend or something. But I mean, I get it. Too much Fred to handle. I guess that's cool….or something…."

"No…" Honey Lemon was in shock.

"It would seem so, Honey Lemon. Apparently me and Gogo are a no-go."

"Fred, shut up and get over here." Fred did as Gogo told him. She pulled him down by his arm and kissed him good morning. "I never said that I don't like love. I just don't do the whole PDA thing is all." Fred sat down at the table and wrapped his arm around Gogo. "I'm also not used to the whole 'label' thing. So yeah. I guess that me and reptile boy here are a thing. But back to you and your love life drama."

"Ex-love life. He doesn't want anything to do with me. Remember?"

"Oh, woman up already!" Gogo jumped out of her chair, almost knocking Fred over, and took Honey Lemon by the arm. "It's almost Christmas. Don't let the poor guy suffer any more than he already is around the holidays. You're a chemist, not a chem-bitch." Gogo led Honey Lemon back into the girly room and pushed her down into the chair at her desk.

"Gogo, I-"

"Shush."