Sorry this is really short and i havent updated in a super long time. things are going on in my life i guess and its kinda hard to update a lot :|
"Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen," it's all I hear when I walk in our dorm, thankfully. I can't deal with any parties tonight. I've had the worst day, my laptop isn't working right for some reason -"Lara, if you download this survey program, I can get free coupons!"- , and I've just felt sick all day. I'm glad it's over though, I can finally rela-
"Fuck!" The volume of her shout is almost louder than a car horn, and it does no good to my pounding headache. God, she probably dropped something. Hopefully it's not any of my things considering that nearly everything I own is some sort of artifact.
"Sam?" I cradle my head and put my bag down near the couch, "Sam are you okay?" Jesus, my head hurts. Maybe if I ignore it, it will go away.
When she doesn't respond I start to get really worried. I run towards our room and find her on the floor curled up in a ball, hands rubbing her lower back. She looks at me and whimpers. I furrow my brow and try to figure out what happened. Lets see, her laptop is opened to a wikihow page on 'How to do Squats', uhg.
"What did you do to yourself this time? Are you alright to get up?" I kneel down and rub her arm in a comforting way.
"I was doing squats, to get my thighs all muscly, you know?" her voice is just over a whimper and I'm actually feeling really bad for her.
"Why would you want muscly thighs? Your thighs are fine the way they are there's no need to injure yourself over it." My hand is still on her arm, she's so warm and kind of sweaty and she kind of looks really cute. Oh no.
"Yeah but, this way I can crush heads with them if anyone crosses me."
I make a sort of choking noise and try not to imagine her crushing my head in her thighs, "Got it." The image is still there though, and I desperately try to push it deep into hell where it belongs.
Somehow through this conversation I forget to notice that she's in just a sports bra and the winners of the 'worlds shortest shorts' award and my mind is really foggy. Jesus, I need to take a cold shower.
She finally stands up and her back makes this really unsettling popping noise then collapses onto her bed. God, this is going to be a long night, and I nearly forgot about my headache.
