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Rolling over, a smile curved her lips as she squinted on the white ceiling.

Shay sat up and gently paws her eyes; she then bent backwards and does a couple of stretching.

She paused and looks up at the door when she heard a faint sound of strings being strummed and heavy blows on drums. Smirking knowingly, she rolled out of her bed and run her fingers through her disheveled hair as she started towards the bedroom door.

The song The suburbs blaring downstairs is what greeted her once she opened the door; quietly she descends the stairs on her tip toes.

Shay clamped her mouth shut, resisting laughter to escape her mouth, as she sees the brown headed rocking back and forth on the beat.

Silently she tip toed again, passing the small living room through the kitchen counter, where the fried eggs and sliced breads were laid. The bitter-sweet smell of the coffee being brewed on the far side of the counter fills her nose. She sat there content just having some fun watching her friend whose back was on her, busy flipping the bacons, while her foot drumming and stomping on the cabinets below.

And when in the "heat of the moment"…

"Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm movin' past the feeling and into the night…" Troian sang.

Shay covered her reddened face with both her hands as she tried to suppress her laughter.

Troian singing and being carried away with the music wasn't bad at all. She just found it funny for some reasons.

And it's cute.

So cute.

And Troian on the loose for a bit of time, to have something to enjoy herself with, is a good thing. Because once they're already on the set, they all have to concentrate on portraying their roles.

"…So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before this damage is done…" She flipped the bacon one last time, and scooped it, placing it to the other piles of bacon on a rectangular plate she's holding.

Then she turned around to set the plate on the counter."But if it's too much to a-"she was suddenly cut off in surprised. Immediately, she felt her blood rushed to her face.

Shay in her floral Pjs, sitting across her, lips sucked in, sitting on a bar stool, bent forward and hands clutching her stomach, and her face is beet red.

There's a staring contest transpired, more like they're reading each others' expressions.

Troian recomposed herself, embarrassment already drained. In her opinion, there's nothing to get embarrassed for.

She set the plate and put her hands on her hips. "Just spill it." She demanded, sporting a pouty face.

And just like that, Shay burst out laughing, however, it's just the remains, most of it were eaten by her guilt. So it lasts only less than 10 minutes. "Sorry." She apologized, wiping the happy tears with her long-sleeves, and let out a happy sigh. Ok, too much for happiness.

"That's all?" Troian asked bitterly.

"I'm very-very sorry, hun." She repeated, eyes pleading.

"No, I'm referring to your merciless laugh, is that all?" she huffed; she rolled her eyes, playful enough to assure her that she not mad at her, or whatever.

She just asked, though, she's not waiting for Shay's answer.

And as if the words "Never mind, don't answer that." has spoken out to Shay, the latter just smiled at her sweetly. "Let's eat." She declared, putting off the apron she then sat down across Shay.

Shay chewing her bacon raised her eyes on the pitcher of orange juice beside Troi. "Uh Troi, could you please pour me some."

"Sure thing." She reached for a glass beside her.

A wicked grin appears on Shay's face when she caught sight of a rock music icon imprinted on Troian's loose purple shirt.

"Here" Troian passed the glass with a smile, raising an eyebrow at grinning Shay that says "What?"

"Thanks." She smiled back gratefully, then snickered, "Elliot Smith, huh."

As a response, the other gave her a look that says "Uhuh, something wrong with it?"

In return, Shay just shrugged and opens her mouth to bring out a topic. "So, what's the score between you and Mr. Adams?" She teased playfully, and waited for a reply as her room mate busied herself in her food, a dimpled smile brightened her face. "Hey, don't I get any updates?" She whined, all she received though was a widened smile from a daydreaming T-bone. Figuring she won't get any better response, she huffed and rose to her feet.

"Since, you're still daydreaming there, I'll go ahead, uh, jump in the shower." She pointed upstairs. "Enjoy." She laughs.

There, she left Troian nibbling on her bacon, staring on to space.

Flipping the pages of the latest issue of Vogue magazine, she browse the contents looking for anything interesting while waiting for Troian who's b now finished taking a shower and was scrambling through her closet.

After 12 minutes, "You ready, Shay?" she asked walking to the other side of the living room where she left her purse last night.

Shay caught a whiff of a sweet smell, when her friend passed by in front her. It's relaxing her senses and gives a nice sensation within her."Hmm…" she hummed "I like your perfume, Troi." She put the mag down and stood up. Picking up her purse she inquired, "It's new, isn't it?"

"Yup, we bought it last night, uh… Patrick, actually he bought it for me." She said. Noticing her friend dying for more details, she continued. "When we got there, I was like, hmm… I like this one, then he sprayed it on my wrist and sniffed at it, then he said, it smells good on you. Then he went towards the cashier and when he got back, he gave me this." She shrugged, though smiling from ear to ear.

"How sweet" Shay remarked. She then took a look on the brown-vintagy wall clock. "So, let's go?" she asked, fishing the keys on a tray atop the counter.

Troian just stood still, eyes roaming all over Shay's observing her, eyebrow raised. The other should have noticed her not quite moving on where Troi was standing.

"Hun, aren't you going to get moving like now?, 'coz you know, we would be late if you do." She informed, hands gesturing.

"I was just thinking…" she trailed off, head bent on the side, smirking. She checked each piece Shay's wearing, 3 inches high heels, skinny jeans and blue gorgeous top. She then looked at herself, comparing, grey converse, skinny jeans and v-neck T-shirt. "uhh… never mind."

She started to Shay's side and hooked their arms, dragging her outside. "Let's go."

Tbc…

few-wit…take… two

Shay: "I like your perfume, Troi."

Troian: (smelling her wrist) it's Patrick's.

Shay: Oh, (mumbling under her breathe) Pat's feminine side, huh. And good taste.

Troian: (heard her mumbling) Hey, It's me who suggested him to wear that perfume.

Shay: … and take note: He consulted the girly stuff guru. (Then lowered her voice, browsing the mag aimlessly) If I were you, I'd better watch my girlfriend, or else… well, who knows-

Troian: Shay, Patrick isn't-wasn't gay, alright. (Her face twisted from a thought, then squirmed) and can we please just drop the topic.

(silence)

Shay: (picturing Mr. Adams wearing hot pink long-sleeved polo, on a floral boxer shorts) hey sponge bob, how do I look sponge bob? (Mimicking Patrick's voice, as she flip through the pages)

Troian: (grabbing a throw pillow)

Shay: (she narrate in a big yet sexy voice) Do you like my smell sponge bob?

Troian: /smack!/ (hitting Shay on the head)

Shay: Ouch! What the-

End.

My poor attempt on comic strip.

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