This is my formal apology for ditching Crooks. I've given up because I can't be bothered so I deleted a couple chapters and left it on a cliffhanger.
It was late August and college was bound to start soon. It was nerve-racking entering college for the first time.
There was three types of people: Nervous, optimistic, and unbothered. The Everyone was preparing for their 'glow ups' and 'ityears' with new hopes and goals while others were panicking over their roommates. The chance of probably being with your friends were slim. Especially in a college with over a couple thousand students. The rest who didn't fall under those two categories fell under the unbothered one.
Unfortunately, joining a big college came with expensive dorms.
That is why a couple of people chose to live in a mediocre two-bedroom apartment near the school. An example of this would be Gwen and Duncan.
Two best friends, pals, amigos, childhood friends,justfriends,winkwink, and whatever other terminations for their friendship. They fell under that classification and had decided to share an apartment to save money and not deal with the horrendous college food-which was practically junk-they probably would be offered.
But that was not the only silver lining of this decision of an apartment. They didn't have to deal with living with five other people and deal with drama 24/7.
Good relief.
Though the owner of the apartment was specific not to make their own 'DIY' designs and how he didn't want the place to look like a punk concert or a graveyard when he comes over to inspect the place. So unfortunately, no black wallpapers.
But the two did what they could to make it resonate with their interests and personality as much as possible. It took them two whole days to gather the right items and decorate the place to a minimum. They don't want to get kicked out on their first week in the apartment complex. Yikes. That would've been an awkward to their furious parents.
After hours of hard work during the two days, they were finished. At 4 a.m. in the morning.
The following day, the two friends were slurping on their coffee at 5 p.m., in silence. They had woken up about a couple minutes ago and their backs was aching because of all the work they did yesterday. Plus, the fact that they couldn't be bothered to head to their room and just fell asleep on the floor in exhaustion.
No words were exchanged between them until there was a loud knock on the door.
"Expecting someone?" The goth inquired.
Duncan placed his mug down, shrugging. "Not that I know of it."
Maybe it was the owner.
The knocking only got louder and more aggressive. More impatient. The owner was never this hostile about inspections. He was just a grumpy old man.
Gwen stood from her seat with her cup of coffee still in her hand. "Alright. I'll go get it." She stated, tiredly walking over to the door.
As soon as the door swung open, she saw the last person she'd expect to come to her door. No, it wasn't Neil Armstrong. That was the second last person she would've expected.
"Move aside, gothie!" The queen bee exclaimed, arrogantly shoving past the goth and strutting in with her suitcase. Heather stopped to inspect the place as she removed her sunglasses off her face. This wasn't what she was expecting of the apartment. "I thought this dump would be moregoth,or whatever you guys are. Guess I was wrong, huh?"
The goth had closed the door and was rolling her eyes at the girl. They had been enemies since the first grade. "Why are you here, Heather?"
Heather stopped giving disgust looks at the furniture and the decorations to face her favourite goth girl. Not. "What, your boyfriend didn't tell you?" She questioned, turning over to the punk who didn't seem as alarmed as the goth. Gwen also eyed him.
Why wasn't he as shocked as her? Heather had just stepped in and the two were acting like it was nothing. Certainlynotnothing.
"Forgot to tell you." Duncan stated, remembering why the queen bee was here. "Heather's place sorta caught on fire so, Ma told me she gotta crash here 'til she finds a place to live." Duncan explained, sipping his coffee again. "For now, she's our roommate."
Gwen blinked. No way this was happening.
"Don't get too excited, freak." The queen bee sarcastically commented. "Also, who says I'm finding another place to stay. There's a reason why the place was caught on fire."
Snapping out of it, Gwen's eyes widened in disbelief. "No. You didn't ask me about it and there's no way I'm letting her stay here for good." She protested, pointing in Heather's direction. "She's not even paying the rent!"
Pushing the goth's finger away, Heather crossed her arms. "Relax. I'm paying my cut of it."
Turning to the punk as her last hope and to tell her that all this was a prank, that was backfired when he nonchalantly sipped on his coffee. "She's family. I've got to do it."
To think that not buying a dorm, she had a chance of staying away from a little less drama for a bit. Nope. Drama seemed to only revolve around the goth and it sent its personal gift to her by making the queen of drama stay in the same apartment as her. Of course this was going to happen.
Gwen blankly glared at Duncan, still with her mug in her hands until it was interrupted by Heather.
"Oh and, coffee stunts your growth. Not that you need that," She commented, smirking at the goth. "Short stuff."
"Hmm." Without another response, Gwen extended the arm with the drink and poured it onto the queen bee's shoes and marched off. But she didn't forget to give her friend a furious scowl and slam the mug on the counter before she headed inside her room. Her shift was about to start soon.
"Ouch! Watch it! These are new!" Heather shrieked, grabbing her foot.
Duncan watched as Gwen stormed off and placed his mug on the counter as well. "You think she'll be alright?" He wondered, asking his cousin.
"She'll be fine. She just needs to learn to adjust."
- --Scene Change--
Later in the day, the three roommates came back from work and stayed silent. Maybe if they stayed silent enough, no fights would've emerged. Though that is like asking the sky to not be blue or the grass to be green. It was just the way things go.
But soon, it was time to sleep.
And they lived in a two bedroom apartment.
Peacefully, for once in her life, the goth was sketching in her book on her bed. The major setback in the morning and partially stressful work day was put to rest and all focus was on perfecting the sketch.
The door handle slightly shook as the door creaked open.
"This room better not be-" Heather walked in with her huge suitcase before stopping to see the goth already there. "Oh, you're here. Move over, we're sharing."
Great. There was never peace.
The giant suitcase was thrown onto the bed and the closet was forcefully pulled open by the queen bee as she started unloading her clothes. Her many,manyclothes. Gwen had never seen as many clothes in her life. Spares and duplicates of everything.
"What are you doing here?"
Heather glanced back, holding her red mini dress. "I live here,duh!" She scoffed. "And your stupid apartment only has two bedrooms."
Rolling her eyes, the goth huffed as she crossed her arms. "What I mean is why are youhere? There's another room, you know. Or a couch. Better yet, why don't you just leave and find a place for your many desires."
"Funny that you think that's going to make me leave, Gwennie."
"I wish it did." Gwen murmured, slouching back on the bed with her sketchbook ignored and placed on her lap.
Ignoring the quiet comment of the goth's, the queen bee continued to pull out her clothes and find a spot in the closet. "Also, I'm not going to be sharing a room with !" She gagged, doing the little hand-flapping gesture to show how disgusting and stupid that idea was. "And you really think I'm going to be on the couch when there's another room?"
"My mistake for thinking I'd be able to have some time without you."
"Well, you're wrong and you have to learn to deal with that." Heather claimed, narrowing her eyes. A certain book caught her eyes. "You still have that sketchbook? You better keep that safe. You remember what happened last time when I had my hands on your little diary, don't you?"
Of course she remembered. That was the most humiliating day of Gwen's life. It was just meant to be a harmless talent show for the freshman and sophomore; Not a chance to crumble the goth's reputation into pieces by using her words against her about her little crush on a certain guitar-player. Though that incident was what caused the starting point of her and Trent's relationship, it was still embarrassing. Unfortunately, the relationship didn't last much longer as the queen bee had obviously planned on ruining it and succeeded. She kissed him.
This wasn't going to happen again. Not like there was someone on the goth's mind anyways.
Gwen stood up with the sketchbook in her hands and walked off. "Thanks for the reminder. I'll just hide it from you now."
"Like that's going to stop me." Heather stated, grabbing her pyjamas.
The goth was hastily marching away fromherroom with here sketchbook in order to find a good hiding spot for her book. But obviously, she had to bump into Duncan. She had been ignoring him for the whole day because he hadn't even considered her thoughts or anything about the new roommate. Why did it have to be Heather? That's why Gwen pretended like nothing happened and walked past him.
Before he blocked her way. "Woah, sweetheart, what's going on with you?" He questioned, sidestepping her. Gwen and Heather hadn't uttered a word to each other so he had assumed that they didn't break out in a huge argument. Everything was cool then, right? Gwen looked up at him, squinting her eyes before shaking her head and tried to manoeuvre around him. He wasn't letting her get away that easily. "Testy much? What's up?"
"Oh, you know exactly what's up, Duncan." The goth claimed, frowning. "And now she's sleeping in my room."
So that was why she's thought, mentally slapping his wonder."Oh come on, she isn't that bad. Why are you mad at me about that?"
She was giving him a look which was saying are-you-stupid. "Oh, I don't know, Duncan. Why do you think I'm pissed? Maybe because you gladly invited your cousin over without even talking to me about it. Need I say that wedon'tget along? So what do you do, take her side and let her stay. It's-" Pausing mid-way in her rant. He was staring at her intently. "What?"
"That's it?"
Caught off-guard by the question, Gwen took a few steps. "No. You're just... just go away." She stated, pushing the punk away.
"You can't be mad about that little thing." Duncan chuckled, taking a couple steps back once he was pushed by Gwen. "You know you can't stay mad forever." He added. The annoyance in her face grew as he let out a sigh. Maybe he was wrong for what he did. He was wrong. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry. It just totally slipped out of my mind because we were so busy with unpacking the apartment and stuff. I swear I won't do that again." He apologised.
A small yawn left the goth's mouth. She was ready to sleep but she had to find a safe spot for her sketchbook.
Duncan was intently eyeing her to forgive him. Honestly, she wasn't feeling that mad anymore. Well, sort of. "Alright, fine. Just keep this with you but donotopen it or show it to Heather. If you do, I'm seriously never going to talk to you again."
"Fine, fine," The punk agreed, nodding his head.
"Thank you. G'night!" Gwen stated, turning the other way to her room. She was opening her door to enter the room.
"Night!" Duncan responded, holding the book in his hands. "I'll open it next time."
"Don't you dare!" She threatened, perking her head out the door.
Should I continue? Review if you actually like the trio and the show and not for art commissions.