Maturity

Chapter 2

In an all dark room, a light flashed on. The sound of quiet, muffled sobs reached the girl's ears. She freed the key from the doorknob, the keys jingled as she maneuvered her arm through the air and entered through the doorway.

The girl who had her spice brown hair pulled into a side-braid walked further into the room and slowed to a halt. Her head turned and she caught sight of disheveled light blonde hair covering the back of her roommate. Seeing that she was face-down in a pillow, she felt slightly concerned and walked over to her bed which was parallel from her roommates. After she'd made her way to it, she plopped onto the quilted mattress and placed her thick-rimmed glasses on the end table beside her bed.

"Are you okay," she asked, sympathetically.

The sliding of skin across fabric could be heard as the blonde girl slid her chin across her silk pillowcase. She didn't turn to face her roommate, only stared at the wall and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I'm fine," she lied, her voice raspy from crying.

The brunette squinted her eyes. It was easy to see that the girl was lying. She wouldn't push her, though.

"Okay, then. I'll be going to bed."

She extended her arm and pulled open the small drawer beside her bed. Fishing around inside the drawer without looking her fingers brushed across several items before landing on the sleek white remote. Lazily gripping the remote she simultaneously leaned back on her bed as she hit the button and turned out the light.

Nazz heard her sliding the blankets over her body and turning in bed before a hearing friendly statement from right.

"Goodnight."

Nazz didn't respond. Instead, she chose to think over the worth of her and her boyfriend's current relationship. Thinking back, Kevin had never showed much interest in her. On the contrary, she'd proved much more interest in him over the years and unfortunately for Nazz he fitted the term a certain friend from back home had often called him with a tone of disdain: casanova.

'Tch,' she thought, 'If he likes Double D, he sure doesn't treat him that way.'

In a way she resented the ravenette for it.

The thought made her want to look into the past. Rechecking the events she had espied were clearly the best way to utterly understand. As she looked deeper into her memories, she started to realize more and more why she'd been feeling as though their relationship was lacking something. Because it was. Often he ignored her, never seemed to want to spend much time with her and had never been very romantic towards her at all. In fact, it'd been her who'd usually made the first moves. His kisses weren't passionate and the majority of what their relationship consisted of he was never into.

Nazz's roommate could be heard snoring loudly in her sleep, she let herself cry harder. Her tears began seeping from her blue eyes, rushing down her reddened cheeks as she continued to recollect.

She remembered how he often blew her off for his friends, Edd, and occasionally parties. Nazz sighed deeply to herself and shimmer under her covers and tipped over onto her back. She brought her hands up to her face and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair in frustration.

'We were better off as friends,' she sighed again and sniffled as she tried to drown out the bothersome sounds of the snoring girl across from her, 'Hmm, he even blows his friends off for Double D sometimes.'

She pulled the drawer to her left open and grabbed her secret bottle of greygoose vodka. Taking a long swig she thought of Double D, the hospitable genius she'd never really taken the time to know. Her eyebrows knitted together harshly while she experienced the sharp and biting liquid. Swallowing, she screwed the cap back on and put it back away in the drawer before closing it.

Nazz reasoned that the bottle she'd just bought was only half full and laughed at herself, a touch of resentment mixed into her tone. No doubt she'd be feeling that in the morning when her nosy roommate's racket of an alarm woke her three hours too early as it always did.

She groaned at the thought.

Nazz went back to thinking of the original reason she'd began questioning herself whether or not she should end it with the jock. Should she? All for Edd?

Earlier that day, she noticed something that had appalled her, shortly after she realized that what was so surprisingly strange to her had been happening for quite some time. Just never escalating, she guessed. Kevin and Edd were left alone by Nazz who'd held a finger up and sauntered off to pay full attention to a phone call from her mother.

As she'd turned around, the last thing she'd seen was the two talking, continuing the conversation Nazz had previously started. In the background she'd heard the raven haired Ed giggling, probably to something the redhead had said. When she'd turned back around, she stopped and stared.

Navy blue was captivated by mossy green that were lost in the large darker eyes of the shorter male.

Nazz's mouth had dropped. Neither of them had noticed her. They'd just stood there, neither uttering a word, both simply content with the sights before their eyes. A sheepish smile was on Double D's face and Kevin had a still hand on the back of his neck. One thought had occurred to her, they must be in love.

The rest of the day afterward had consisted Kevin being distant as usual and then leaving during a movie he'd talked his way out of. It was believable to her that he'd gone over to Edd's place. Maybe another party. He had seemed more down than ever that day. So down that she let him go without another word. She had felt very sorry for him.

Usually the two argued whenever he'd make an attempt to get out of spending time together or if he appeared to not be into something her mind would go straight to the comprehension that he was cheating. Mentioning a question on the subject that included her assumption of him cheating only led to loud arguments that he'd eventually storm away from.

Musing to herself that it actually might be a good thing to let go, though she truly loved him, she really didn't want a difficult marriage that offered her nothing. She reached out for the vodka as she thought it over some more. No, Nazz really didn't want a complex marriage. Her and Kevin already had a complicated enough relationship and he'd already made it known to her that he cared for his bike more than her.

She felt a strong sense of disdain towards him manifest in her mind. Downing a swig of the warming liquid one of her crushes had gotten for her, she wondered if she could really dump Kevin for the sake of Double D. But, alas, she had to do it in order for her to start the right path of enlightenment.

She'd already figured out that the way they were smiling at one another earlier was the same uncontrollable smiles they'd worn for years since they'd begun hanging out. Smiles that went unnoticed. Almost as if the two were at home.

She was doing this for Double D's happiness. She knew why, too.

Nazz swallowed, grabbed her phone, and started to text, ignoring the piercing bright light from the device.

11:47 p.m.

*·Hey Kev, I know we haven't been doing very well lately and that we've been put on edge recently. So, I've decided it's best for us to end it here. Its better this way.·*

More tears leaked from her eyes, as they dripped from her jaw she pressed send and wiped her eyes.

"Goodbye, Kevin," she said aloud.