A/N: Today is a good day for us Americans :) #LoveWins So I decided that tonight I would try to update all 4 of my English WIP fics! This is update #3 :P If any of you read my Clexa fic, that will be the last one to go up, and also it may be the only one that doesn't get updated. I may have to wait until tomorrow:( But three out of four is better than none, right? :P

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Halfway through their time at the party, Laura knew that she was at least tipsy at this point. If she was being honest, she was pretty sure that she'd caught Carmilla watering down her last few drinks, and she was starting to suspect that the brunette wasn't even drinking at all herself. Despite her bad girl exterior, it was almost like Carmilla was a decent person.

Laura's tipsy brain had already started to feel partly bad about how angry she'd been at Carmilla being her roommate - but she reminded herself about the thick, dark hair in the shower drain, and her disappearing pillow, and she forgot to feel bad.

Carmilla wasn't having as much fun at the party as Laura was – the blonde was actually talking to people and drinking and being a semi-normal human being, likely not noticing that Carmilla was actually spending her full time making sure that Laura didn't get wasted. She totally would have too, because she'd had at least four drinks of the "fruit punch" too many, and if Carmilla hadn't have watered them down, Laura would be plastered. Carmilla could hardly enjoy herself while watching Laura's every move, but seeing the girl let loose a little and laugh and have fun wasn't horrible.

It was at least midnight when most people started to spill out from the frat house. Carmilla found it slightly humorous that she could watch people leaving and guess how they would be spending the evening. The girls stumbling over their heels would probably end the night by crying, or puking, or both. The couples dragging each other out of the door were obviously going to enjoy their night – though they probably wouldn't remember it in the morning. There weren't many of those couples, though, because many of them had found a room in the frat house already. Carmilla thought that was absolutely disgusting. She loved sex as much as the next girl, but having it on a random bed in a random frat house was not something that sounded at all appealing.

Then there were girls like Laura, giggling and laughing with their friends, walking out together with their arms linked together and a little too much alcohol in their blood. There were few people like Carmilla – almost entirely sober – because there was hardly a need for designated drivers when nearly everyone lived in the dorms that were a short walk away. Not to mention that most people weren't looking after party newbies.

It was a few minutes after midnight when Carmilla decided that it was time to scoop Laura up and go back to the dorm. "Hey, cutie," Carmilla interjected into whatever conversation Laura was having with some girls from her Intro to Journalism class, "we should head out."

Laura pouted. "But I'm having fun."

Carmilla tried not to let the adorable voice and ever more adorable pout sway her decision. "Well finish having fun, because you are going to have a horrible Sunday if you drink anymore, cupcake."

Laura gave in, saying a quick goodbye to the group of girls, and then following Carmilla out of the frat house. "So, out of all of the weird food nicknames – plus 'cutie' – why do you use 'cupcake' the most?"

"What kind of question is that?" Carmilla asked, giving Laura an incredulous look.

"A legitimate one," Laura answered, struggling slightly with the longer word of the three. "Also, you totally used my name earlier."

"So? Big deal, I said your name," Carmilla said, not liking where this conversation was going.

"You never say my name. You always give me food nicknames," Laura stated matter-of-factly. "But you called me Laura today when I was worried about my outfit."

"Good for you, cupcake, your short term memory is still intact," Carmilla muttered sarcastically. She didn't want to talk about earlier during that outfit decision – mainly because Carmilla was almost embarrassed about having complimented Laura so obviously.

Laura giggled, and Carmilla couldn't even stop the edge of her mouth from slipping upwards slightly. "Are we almost home? I want some soda."

"Of course you do," Carmilla said, trying not to laugh. This girl, whom she had known for just a week and a day, kept having weirder and weirder effects on her. Also, despite her desperate tries not to, she was actually sort of enjoying the change.

They finally walked up to the dorm building, and Carmilla made sure that Laura got all the way up to their dorm without her tripping up any steps at all. Then, she tried to gently guide her to her bed.

"Lay down, cupcake. I'll get you soda."

Laura's eyes were glued to Carmilla as the brunette opened the fridge to retrieve one of Laura's precious grape sodas. She popped it open and walked back to Laura's bed, handing it to her. "Thanks," Laura said lamely, taking a sip of the fizzy drink.

"Thank me by going to sleep," Carmilla insisted. "I'm tired and I don't want to take care of you all night."

Laura felt the alcohol make her giggle into her soda can. "Okay, I really probably should sleep anyway."

"That's the spirit," Carmilla said in a monotone voice that she was trying to force. She still had to remain composed around this girl. "Go to sleep."

The lights were turned off by a tired Carmilla, and Laura curled into her bed. Her last thought as she drifted to sleep was to question whether or not her yellow pillow was tucked neatly under her head, or under Carmilla's.

When she woke up, it was sitting in the middle of the floor, so she had no way of knowing if her intoxicated self had knocked it off of the bed, or if Carmilla had knocked it off.

Carmilla was nowhere to be seen in the tiny room, but Laura shrugged it off, getting out of her bed to grab her pillow. As soon as she stood up, though, she had to sit back down, pain spiking through her head. "Damn," she muttered, running her fingers through her tangled hair and blinking away the sleep in her eyes. Taking deep breaths, she forced herself up, grabbing her pillow and tossing it back onto her bed, and then stumbling into the bathroom.

After a quick shower and a decent amount of time making herself presentable, she finally left the bathroom. Her eyes instantly fell on her roommate, sprawled over her bed and reading her Psych book. "Morning," she said, not looking up from her book.

Laura just raised her eyebrows slightly in response. "I need coffee."

Carmilla watched as the blonde left the room, before directing her attention back to her Psychology book. She had told Laura that she was majoring in Psychology, but she actually hadn't picked her major yet. She'd gone into college with an idea of what she wanted to do, but the more she read out of this textbook, the more she realized that she was not a psych major.

Luckily, she was taking many different types of classes. Philosophy was starting to grow on her, and she was considering looking into that major.

Suddenly, her dorm room door flew open, and her gaze instantly jumped up curiously. It was the redheads – the floor don Perry and her friend LaFontaine, both of whom were friends with Laura. "Is Laura here?" Perry questioned, looking over at Carmilla once she realized that the blonde was not in the room.

"You just missed her," Carmilla muttered, stretching out the word 'just' in a way that she knew frustrated most people.

"Do you know where she went?" LaFontaine asked. Neither her nor Perry had actually met Carmilla yet, but they'd both heard about her enough from Laura – mostly complaints about her being lazy, but also about Laura's journalism project. Likewise, Carmilla hadn't met either of the redheads until now, but she had seen them and heard about them. She made it her business to know people.

"Yep," Carmilla answered, smirking.

"Can you tell us please?" LaFontaine pushed, rolling her eyes.

"She went to go get coffee." And with that, Perry and LaFontaine were gone. Carmilla rolled her eyes and continued reading her textbook. After a few minutes of not being able to focus, however, she got up, retrieved Laura's yellow pillow, and returned to her bed. Now, she could focus.

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