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this?”
“Maybe I wish I could have the kind of relationship with my mom that you do.”
Using the broken home card was low of her, but again, I know Alyssa is right. I do have to fix things with my mom. But I’m not ready to do so just yet. “Fine. Just, not tonight.”
“Fine. You can crash here until you’re ready.”
“Are you sure?”
Alyssa leans in close, and whispers, “Please stay. I know I needed roommates, but Holly and Joseph are the worst company I could have asked for. People on the outside are the only reason I’m still sane.”
“What’s so bad about them?”
“They’re both way too bitchy, and loud. It’s hard to write in this kind of environment. And-”
I wait for Alyssa to continue her sentence, then realize why she stopped seconds later. Almost on cue, Joseph emerges from his room with a stack of dishes in one hand, and his cell phone in the other. He dumps the dishes into the sink and returns to his room, without looking up from his text or acknowledging either me or Alyssa. As soon as his door slams shut, Alyssa continues, “And they seem to think that just because they’re living in my space, keeping it clean is my responsibility.”
I groan in sympathy; part of the reason I chose not to go away for college was to avoid living with people I can’t stand. “Sure, I’ll stay. I probably just need a night away.”
“Alright. But since I’m doing you a favor, I’d like you to do one for me.”
“Should have known.”
“Again, can’t believe I’m saying this, but… I want you and Nick to hang out with me and Lily sometime.”
“A double date? With you?”
Alyssa shrugs, and says, “Lily keeps complaining that she hasn’t met any of my friends, and you’re pretty much the only person I care enough about to call a friend. It’ll be awkward-“
“An even bigger understatement than earlier.”
“-but I think if we all put our histories aside, it could be fun. Who knows, you might actually end up liking her.”
I think back on the night I met Lily, and how she carried herself. How she dressed, how her makeup was done, how her hair was cut. How it felt when I saw her kissing Alyssa. I don’t see myself liking her much.
Then again, I never saw myself being friends with Alyssa either. Maybe I can afford to give her girlfriend a second chance.
“Fine. Next time we’re all free on the same night, we’ll go out to eat.”
7
For a moment, I’m not sure where I am when I wake up the next morning. Nothing about the room I’m in feels familiar. Then, I spot Alyssa, fast asleep face-up on the couch across from mine, and remember staying up all night watching Two Broke Girls on Netflix. She refused to leave me in the living room alone, instead opting to change into pajamas and sleep out here with me. She’s a different person when she’s asleep. The hardness about her face and personality must be learned, because she looks peaceful in this one moment. Content, even. Especially without the thick rimmed glasses.
I take advantage of the opportunity to observe her carefully, without anyone around to see, or judge me for doing so. She groans a little in her sleep, and rolls over onto her side, the sheet covering her shifting so that her legs are visible. My eyes are drawn to the faint white marks on her thighs, but I try not to stare. We all have parts of our past that we wish we could forget, and I guess some
“Maybe I wish I could have the kind of relationship with my mom that you do.”
Using the broken home card was low of her, but again, I know Alyssa is right. I do have to fix things with my mom. But I’m not ready to do so just yet. “Fine. Just, not tonight.”
“Fine. You can crash here until you’re ready.”
“Are you sure?”
Alyssa leans in close, and whispers, “Please stay. I know I needed roommates, but Holly and Joseph are the worst company I could have asked for. People on the outside are the only reason I’m still sane.”
“What’s so bad about them?”
“They’re both way too bitchy, and loud. It’s hard to write in this kind of environment. And-”
I wait for Alyssa to continue her sentence, then realize why she stopped seconds later. Almost on cue, Joseph emerges from his room with a stack of dishes in one hand, and his cell phone in the other. He dumps the dishes into the sink and returns to his room, without looking up from his text or acknowledging either me or Alyssa. As soon as his door slams shut, Alyssa continues, “And they seem to think that just because they’re living in my space, keeping it clean is my responsibility.”
I groan in sympathy; part of the reason I chose not to go away for college was to avoid living with people I can’t stand. “Sure, I’ll stay. I probably just need a night away.”
“Alright. But since I’m doing you a favor, I’d like you to do one for me.”
“Should have known.”
“Again, can’t believe I’m saying this, but… I want you and Nick to hang out with me and Lily sometime.”
“A double date? With you?”
Alyssa shrugs, and says, “Lily keeps complaining that she hasn’t met any of my friends, and you’re pretty much the only person I care enough about to call a friend. It’ll be awkward-“
“An even bigger understatement than earlier.”
“-but I think if we all put our histories aside, it could be fun. Who knows, you might actually end up liking her.”
I think back on the night I met Lily, and how she carried herself. How she dressed, how her makeup was done, how her hair was cut. How it felt when I saw her kissing Alyssa. I don’t see myself liking her much.
Then again, I never saw myself being friends with Alyssa either. Maybe I can afford to give her girlfriend a second chance.
“Fine. Next time we’re all free on the same night, we’ll go out to eat.”
7
For a moment, I’m not sure where I am when I wake up the next morning. Nothing about the room I’m in feels familiar. Then, I spot Alyssa, fast asleep face-up on the couch across from mine, and remember staying up all night watching Two Broke Girls on Netflix. She refused to leave me in the living room alone, instead opting to change into pajamas and sleep out here with me. She’s a different person when she’s asleep. The hardness about her face and personality must be learned, because she looks peaceful in this one moment. Content, even. Especially without the thick rimmed glasses.
I take advantage of the opportunity to observe her carefully, without anyone around to see, or judge me for doing so. She groans a little in her sleep, and rolls over onto her side, the sheet covering her shifting so that her legs are visible. My eyes are drawn to the faint white marks on her thighs, but I try not to stare. We all have parts of our past that we wish we could forget, and I guess some
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