"'S goin' on?" Vi slurred sitting up. She rubbed at blurred eyes to bring the room in front of her in to focus. Maybe not the best idea, since the most prominent feature of the room was her red faced girlfriend whose eyes glinted with tears.
"Liv?" the tired girl asked through a yawn. Why was Olivia standing there staring at her? The look on the blonde's face made Viola feel distinctly uncomfortable.
The sound of her name on Viola's lips had shaken Olivia from her surprise at seeing her errant girlfriend asleep on the bed. "You were sleeping?" choked out the still staring blonde.
"'S matter?" asked the girl on the bed. Viola's brain was still sleep muddled. There was something important to do later, what was it?
"I can't believe you were sleeping!" Olivia reiterated her last point. She was visibly torn between anger, laughter, and tears, not that Vi understood why.
Vi wisely kept silent until she figure out what she had done. She looked around to figure out what she had done. Olivia was dressed nicely and had on makeup, not abnormal. And there were notes on her bed, from when she had missed her classes. Then it clicked, and all remnants of sleep fogged mind quickly dissipated. Viola had been running over god's green earth today, ignoring Olivia, and had promised to take Olivia to Cesario's to make up for it.
"Damn!" Vi hissed. She slammed her head back, hitting the wall behind her. She left her head there, eyes closed, not bothering with the dull throb but mentally berating herself for screwing up again.
"You get it now?" Olivia hiccoughed, attempting to hold back her tears was becoming a vain struggle. She moved quickly to her own bed and attempted to burry herself in her pillows.
"Shit! I'm sorry Liv, I didn't mean it!" Vi said scrambling off her bed to join Olivia on hers. "I'm sorry," Vi repeated quietly, reaching out to touch Olivia's shoulder, who flinched away from Viola's touch.
"Go away Vi," Olivia muttered, face pressed against the pillows. Vi felt a twinge of hurt at the rejection from her girlfriend but continued to apologize.
"I didn't mean it, I was sitting down on my bed looking at Eunice's notes and the next thing I know you are slamming the door. I'm sorry, it can't have been that bad," Vi said attempting to appease Olivia, because she was not good with tears.
"Can't have been that bad?" Olivia whispered sitting up. There were tears running down her face, taking the expertly applied makeup with them. "You let me sit at Cesario's, by myself, for over an hour! And that was before Malcolm tried to molest me!"
Viola blanched. She was really wrong; it had been bad, even without Malcolm, the creepiest guy in existence. "Can I say I'm sorry again? What can I do, do you want me to beat Malcolm to a pulp? That'd be a pleasure," Vi offered, attempting at making things alright again through humor.
"Just stop Vi," Olivia said before burying her face back in to the pillows. Vi saw, with horror, that Olivia's shoulders began to shake with sobs. One of the few things Vi could not handle was tears.
"I'm really sorry," Vi repeated. She reached her hand out to rub circles on Olivia's back, something her mother used to do when Viola had cried, not something that happened very often mind you.
Vi just sat there, stewing in guilt, rubbing her girlfriend's back. How long she sat there Vi didn't know but at some point, after Olivia's shoulder had stopped shaking, Vi got up to change for bed and maybe get some food first, since her stomach let out a loud rumble. "I'll be right back, I promise," Vi told the still form of her girlfriend.
Vi walked slowly to the cafeteria, where she grabbed a sandwich. Vi began to eat at the caf but had to move outside after having Head Master Gold give her an wave as he emptied the trashcans. Vi finished her sandwich sitting on a bench outside the cafeteria, where thoughts of how much she hurt Liv haunted her.
Unable to finish the her late diner, which had turned sour from guilt, Vi chucked it before walking back to the dorm. By passing her room, with a forlorn look at the door, Vi continued down the hall to the bathroom.
Entering the bathroom, which was empty due to the apparent lateness of the hour, Vi marveled, again, at how much nicer the girl's bathroom was compared to the boys' one. The room was sparkling clean, didn't smell like BO, and had extra mirrors and sinks.
Turning to the tower of miniature lockers, for girls to store their bathroom products in, another improvement over the boys' bathroom, Vi reached for the lock on hers. Unfortunately Vi's locker never opened easily, which Vi didn't have the patience for today. But the locker fell open after only a few impacts by Vi's fist.
Gathering her things Vi went to a sink. Looking at herself in the mirror Vi cringed, her eyes had makeup on them still, which only served to remind her of her failure as a girlfriend today. She hastily wiped off the offending proof of her wrongdoing. Then she washed her face properly and brushed her teeth.
Returning pajama clad to her dorm (after another struggle with the bathroom locker.) Vi hesitated at the door. She could easily go stay with Eunice for the night, Olivia had told her to go away, and maybe she meant it. Viola opened the door despite her thoughts of leaving. And to her surprise Olivia was in pajamas as well and in her bed, on her side turned away from Vi's side of the room.
Vi threw her clothes, which were not really dirty having only been napped in, in to the hamper waiting in her side of the shared closet. Vi turned from the closet to look at her bed, still covered in the notes Eunice had so nicely taken for her, and decided against leaving, if only to not make Eunice feel put upon.
Vi crawled in to her bed, after having moved the notes, and felt ill at ease. "I really am sorry Liv," Vi said, just in case Olivia was not asleep yet. And that night Vi did not sleep well, waking multiple times.
When the blaring alarm went off at five fifteen it woke up both girls in room 310, not that the one needing this alarm knew that the other girl was awake. Viola went through her morning routine quickly despite the heavy feeling weighing her down.
To assuage some of her guilt Viola wrote Olivia a small note, which she taped to the door before leaving for the too early soccer practice. "Bye Liv," Vi said quietly as she slipped out the door. "I'm sorry." Was also repeated again.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Happy New Year. Maybe 09 will be a good year. Hope you all aren't majorly hung over and had a good New Years Eve. *Announcer Voice* What did Viola's note say? Will there be tension in the four hours Olivia and Viola have together? And will there be more drama? Tune in next time to find out the answers that plaque you on How the Chips Fell. This program has been brought to you by reviewers like: Bound Dragon, Setyourselfonfire, RanKuro, Kyouyaxharuhi-forever, .me, and Guy. It is also brought to you by the alerted few: Lilevilgreenmonkey, RanKuro, kharrisonfan, and .me. Also to the favoriter: a writer's dream 131.