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Angie snickers
You crumple a tissue and throw it at her. “It’s not funny. I thought I was that dream would never end.”
“At least its less creepy than the dismemberment dream,” she added.
You shudder at the reminder. “Fair point.”
Angie gives you a quizzical look and adds, “I’m no expert but I still don’t get why you don’t classify these at nightmares.”
You lean back into the plastic diner booth and contemplate this for a while. “I guess I always classify a nightmare as something that’s so fucked up it forces me to just jump awake or one that makes me so frazzled, I’m scared to fall asleep the night after.”
Angie sticks a forkful of French toast and scrambled eggs in her mouth. “Your mind your rules man. Sounds crazy in my book though.”
“Didn’t you plan to cut off Cassandra’s lips last week?”
Whilst pointing a syrup laden fork at you Angie retorts, “I still think I’d be doing this campus a favour.”
“Where did you even get that knife anyway. I thought your aunt confiscated the set you had. Plus, none of our knives in the apartment look that nice”.
Angie shrugs, “Mother Miranda gave it to me.”
You roll your eyes. “Sure, she did. You know you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to”.
She gasps. Bringing her hand to her chest in mock hurt. “Et tu?”
You just chuckle. For a girl who dislikes Cassandra she sure doesn’t fail to exhibit the Dimitrescu flair for dramatics.
“Why would a rational adult give you a weapon knowing you’d use it to hurt someone?”
Angie scratches her cheek. “Well ok she may not have given it to me per say.”
You squint your eyes. “Go on”
Angie then launches into a story on how Dani insisted she needed to stop by the principal’s office for something.
“So, while we were waiting, I ranted to her about how annoying Cassandra was being with her flirting. Then the president called Dani into her office. While Dani went inside to sit down, she walked up to her secretary and slammed a coffee cup onto their desk with the knife sticking through it.
“Wait what,” you shriek. Only to be met with judging stares of the other customers. You feel a rush of heat emerging from your cheeks. You pray that by sinking in to chair they’ll suddenly forget your presence.
But leave it to your roomie to master the art of talking to you like you were the only one in the room. “I know right”.
“Poor receptionist though”
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“Angie,” you drawled out. Ready to reprimand your roommate.
“The knife was cool ok. And Miranda gets a new secretary every day.”
During your short stay here, you knew that wasn’t far from the truth. It always made you wonder why anyone would want to apply for that position in the first place. The only way I’d ever agree to work for someone like that is blackmail. Heh now who’s the dramatic one.
“What am I gonna do with you?”
“Help me hide the body?”
" haha"
Angie sighs contently and looks at mc adoringly.
“What?” You asked briefly wondering if you had some syrup on your face.
“Come on admit it.”
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“Fineee,” you admitted. “You were right. We can totally have fun without drinking.”
Your roommate throws a fist bump into the air. Whooping loudly. The patrons haven given up on intimidating her into proper social behaviour.
“I mean I still feel a little bad.”
“What? Why” she asks incredulously.
“Come on ang I know this isn’t really your speed. Dani once suggested we go to a park to just hang out and you just laughed your way out the door with two bottles of tequila.”
“Ok yh but that was different.”
You snorted. “What? How is that in any way different ? Dani offered to sponsor food and drinks too.”
“Because.”
“Because” you parrot back. “An astute proclamation if I do say so myself miss Beneviento.”
Angie shows you her middle finger. “Fuck you.” You notice a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Bet you can’t stuff a stack of waffles in your mouth.”
“what’s in it for me?”
“Bragging rights?”
“You’re on”
The pair somehow make it home despite Angie’s God-awful driving. Dani was still out by the time they arrived. With their bloated stomach mc couldn’t even be bothered to take a shower. Instead, they moved sluggishly to the room hoping to work off their food coma.
Angie not wanting the fun day to end suggests they watch a movie in her room. Mc agrees. The pair spend over half an hour scrolling through various streaming services. Until the cursor lands on Shrek and both girls recite, “Shrek is love, Shrek is life”. They fell asleep before Shrek scares away the angry mob.Angie already over the food coma because she’s Angie just sits on her bed watching mc sleep. Angie never thought she could feel this way about someone being so relaxed in her presence.
When she told her she was asexual she was a little worried about how her roomie would react. Would they just be like others and say they understand but still try to get in her pants. Then get pissed when surprise surprise she still had no desire to sleep with them. That they weren’t the magic partner that awoken all the “repressed” sexual urges hidden deep inside.
But much to Angie’s delight MC took it in stride. Nothing changed between them. Well, except, her roommate’s academic performance. She never took her drinking ability into consideration until she saw MC struggling to go classes. It hurt thinking she was a factor of them throwing her life away.
“…this isn’t really your speed.”
How long have they been catering to Angie’s interest? Pushing themselves to go out with her and Daniella when it was clear she’d rather stay home. To relax or study.
But looking at MC lightly drooling on her pillow a silent determination was brewing in Angie. She needed to hang with MC more like this.
“How is that in any way different ?”
Because it was with you dummy.