After everything that happened yesterday in Theatre class, I was ready to just chill out in my dorm room, but Mickey reminded me that our paper for Film Theory needed to be written by tomorrow.
That and the sight of Willow and Tara kissing on her bed had me awkwardly scrambling to give them privacy. So embarrassing, the only time I had really seen my roommate since I arrived, and she's getting it on with her girlfriend.
Mickey had fun teasing me for a good 10 minutes when he realized why I looked so red in the face.
Considering the only person I had been with was Stu, sex wasn't something I was well versed in, and lesbian sex was something even more foreign to me.
Not that I minded she was lesbian, I'm open-minded about same-sex love and all that stuff. It was just a shock to see it in person.
"Stop laughing," I said with a slight giggle of my own as I gently pushed Mickey away from me. "How was I supposed to know they were in there doing that?".
Mickey sniggered as he threw an around my shoulders and guided me through the campus. "Well, it is your roommate and her girlfriend. Where else did you expect them to be?".
Rolling my eyes, I pinched his side. "She's my roommate who's never there" at Mickey's silent questioning look, I continued, "she practically lives in her girlfriend's dorm. It's like having a dorm room to myself".
Opening the door to the library, I hear him mutter the words 'lucky' behind me as I smile. I'll admit it is nice to have the room mostly to myself.
I worried for a while that I would hate my roommate, but considering I'm practically my own roommate, I wonder if that worry still applies.
Seeing two computers free, we quickly made our way over. Setting my back down, I notice Sidney and Hallie sitting a few tables over, working on their own computers.
Ducking behind the screen, I sighed, not wanting to be seen by Sidney right now. My usually unconfrontational sister could suddenly do a 180 and begin arguing with me in the middle of the school library.
Mickey just glances at me knowingly before turning the computer in front of me on as I watched my sister alternate between working on something and giggling with her friend.
Letting the brunet lean into me slightly while he quickly typed on the keyboard, I was suddenly struck with the smell of his cologne, and although it was different than Billy and Stu's was, it still gave me nostalgia.
"You okay?" He whispered to me, not having lent back in his chair. I felt his breath on my cheek as I nodded with a small smile. He quickly reciprocated before showing me how to use the campus computer.
We had agreed to both write our own theories on the paper's conclusion but ultimately merge our work together. We both have similar tastes and mindsets regarding horror, so we eventually realized that we had the same thoughts and findings.
Typing it up was my job, anything to keep my mind from running on worries or thoughts about things that have happened or may never actually happen.
In other terms, we were keeping me busy.
I think throughout the time spent together, Mickey had seen me drift off into my own head. He's had to pull me out of some of my darker thoughts already, but he's never once judged me.
My attention span, however, was the real killer here. I think I spent equal time writing as I did poking and pinching Mickey's sides. Apparently, he's very ticklish on the ribs.
"Kat, stop," he chuckled, squirming away from my fingers as I once again moved them across his side. I could see him smiling from the corner of my eye as he tried to stop me.
Giving him a smirk, I complied and continued typing up our essay until I felt something tickle my side. Jumping with a gasp, I squinted at the brunet who pretended not to see my glare as he faced his own computer screen.
"Revenge," Mickey whispered as he still didn't even glance in my direction, but the smirk on his lips gave away his amusement.
"Don't think that I won't go all out tickle fight with you in the library, Mickey, because I will," I jokingly threatened, only gaining a broad smile in return.
My fingers clicked against the keyboard, which was pretty much the whole ambiance of the room along with low talking and whispers, "You started it" I could almost hear the pout coming from Mickey.
"I can't help it. I struggle to keep my attention on one thing at a time," I admitted as his eyes met mine. I gave him puppy eyes as I nodded with a pout of my own.
His lips turned up as he jokingly rolled his eyes at me dramatically.
"Okay, so let's do something fun" He grins as he leans over me again and pulls up the instant messenger and types something in the recipient box, and types a quick message.
Seeing his screen change, I frowned when the message appeared on his screen when he clicked a couple of buttons "anonymous instant messenger," he said before nodding in my sister's direction.
Slyly smiling, I typed out a message of my own and waited for Sidney to see it. It was probably cruel to message my sister, who had been through the same trauma as I had been, 'I'm behind you', but the fear on her face was worth it.
Turning her head with a gasp only to see nothing behind her, my sister put her hand on her chest as she tried to control her breathing. Her eyes squinted as she frowned in anger.
My sister gazed over her computer and around the room as Mickey and I ducked down in our chairs with matching grins, Mickey's eyes filled with amusement as I shushed him when Sidney glanced our way.
This time Mickey pulled up another message box and typed out the message 'We all go a little mad sometimes' before hitting the send button. "Psycho a classic movie," he said, almost giggling to me.
My sister quickly shot up out of her chair with a louder gasp, her eyes roaming around the room before she got hissed at by the old librarian who glared at my twin as she quickly dished out a string of apologies.
Sidney's eyes meet mine, and she quickly says something to Hallie, who glances over in our direction. I could see her eyes move between Mickey and me with annoyance as my twin moved in our direction.
"Great," I sighed as Mickey quickly hit a few buttons, and the screen only showed the work we were doing.
"Act natural," he mumbled as he looked down at the book he had been writing in for our paper, quickly typing the words that I was copying from my notebook, I managed to type more than I had for the whole time we had been there, "I said act natural, we both know that's not natural for you."
Laughing to myself, I suddenly dropped my smile as my sister rounded the table and eyed my screen before leaning down to my ear "are you sending me messages?" she asked as I turned my head to glance at her.
Instead of the fear I was expecting, I saw only anger, which in turn angered me, even if I was the one sending her those messages "I have better things than to message you, Sidney."
My sister's jaw clenched as she gazed around the room. "I can't see anyone else here who would send hateful messages to me. Especially-."
"Of course, not Sid. You're everybody's favorite little victim. Poor baby who can't protect herself," I hissed as I faced my computer, trying my best to ignore the heated stare that bore into eh back of my head.
"I need-" Sidney started as she leaned in close again with a whisper, "I need to know if I'm safe here. After everything that happened...".
Turning in my chair, I gazed at her for a moment. "I think we both know you're not safe anywhere, and you know it " her eyes widened at my words, "what's wrong, you need little sis to take care of you again?".
"Why are you even here?" She hissed in my ear, "I was trying to get away, change my life around. I didn't want that part of my life following me here".
Fury ate at my insides as I felt a hand on my thigh when I turned around so fast that my twin flinched. "Follow you? I spent two years in a fucking mental asylum trying to piece my life back together so I could change my life around while you got to spend your days leisurely forgetting me and erasing everything I had".
Every word that escaped my mouth was hissed at a low, threatening tone, which even I'll admit sounded scarier than me screaming at my sister like a banshee. "Leave," I almost growled as she backed away slowly, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.
I watched as she collected her things and ran off. Hallie stood but made no attempt at following my twin before she glared at me and sat back down at the table.
Mickey said nothing as I furiously typed up our paper. His hand still lay on my thigh, and I didn't remove it in fear of losing myself to my anger. His hand felt like a weight that was helping to keep me grounded.
Time went by silently for the next twenty minutes before a finger poked against my ribs, my lips twitched, and my hands stilled on the keyboard. "I'm sorry I got you into that argument," Mickey's voice whispered.
I said nothing as I checked my work before deciding to flutter my own fingers over his side as he let out a small laugh that had the old librarian eyeing the two of us and a finger put to her lips in a 'shh' motion.
Hallie glanced up from her computer too, the annoyance and anger still displayed on her features, but I paid her no mind as I turned my attention back to the brunet next to me.
"It wasn't your fault," I told him, biting my lip as his eyes lowered to watch. "Like I told you before, we've never really had a great relationship. Everything that happened just made it worse".
How dare she think so mighty of herself to say I followed her here. Even Randy enrolled in Windsor, and I bet she didn't try accusing him of following her, even though I know he would. Like a dog with a bone.
Some things never change.
Soon we were back to annoying each other, with pokes, tickles and now apparently flicking each other. Gasping as he flicked my cheek, I swatted his arm, laughing in shock as he quietly chuckled.
I knew we were gaining more attention, but luckily for us, the librarian had left our area to put some books away. Which was more than what I could say for Hallie. Her eyes have been trained on the two of us for almost a half-hour.
The look of jealousy could only be from mine and Mickey's playfulness. "So I have a question?" I huff, not looking in his direction, knowing that I would probably embarrass myself with my query.
Mickey hummed as he typed, "So I may have an answer," he said cheekily as I softly laughed.
"Are you and Hallie like a 'thing' or something because I've been getting some decent glares from her, and I'm worried I'll start to melt at this point" I laughed as Mickey gave a short glance over to Hallie, who turned away.
"Uh, no, we're not" He scratches his head with a sheepish look, "Your sister told me that Hallie was into me, but I never pursued it," he admitted with a shrug of his shoulder.
"Why not?" I questioned in genuine interest.
The brunet eyed me for a second before letting out a small chuckle. "I guess she's not my type of girl."
My eyebrows raised as I gave him a teasing look, once again more interested in his answer. "Ohh yeah, and what is your type?" Hallie seemed to be the type of girl that guys would want. She's pretty, maybe a little too peppy, but I thought guys liked that kind of stuff.
A toothy grin was thrown my way. "I guess my type would be a horror fanatic, who I can have fun with and can throw some punches when she needs to."
My face heated up as Mickey flicked my head gently before pinching my thigh. "Now get on with the work, you attention deficit."