#at the Stroke of 10:30 the door to the building opens and put comes roommate.

[dilfcherricola]

Trying not to resent my roommate/coworker for things that are not in faer control but damn if the things aren’t making my life harder

[hey-there-love]

Apologize

Summary: Friday nights don’t have to be lame when Katsuki Bakugo is involved.

Content Warnings: Aged up, NSFW, 18+, Fem oral receiving, penetration, slight anal play, slight dacryphilia, slight spit play, choking, AU, Adult Language, Enter at your own risk.

WC: 3.1K

It was a boring Friday night alone. You were lost in one of your many textbooks studying for a big test on Monday when your phone notified that you had a snapchat. Assuming it was from your roommate Mina, who should have been busy with work, you grabbed your phone.

It was from Katsuki Bakugo. You rolled your eyes and threw your phone onto the pillow. Bakugo was your on and off again friend with benefits. On and off meaning you saw him when it was convenient to Bakugo and Bakugo only. Sadly, you came back each time because you genuinely liked the guy...

Plus it was the best sex of your life.

It was an unfortunate situation to say the least. In the moment when you were with him you were satisfied, but as you got back home you craved more. You were both alike in many ways. Rough around the edges, but soft once you opened up. Goal oriented, focused on your schooling and your futures. A fucked up sense of humor that matched toe to toe. You both came to a mutual agreement that you were meant to be friends early on, but lately you longed for more.

The thing about your situationship with Bakugo was on the rocks since he canceled on you a few nights ago to go out with his friends. Granted you didn’t owe each other anything, but canceling last minute really pissed you off.

After a few minutes of pondering about the Snapchat, you went against your better judgement and opened it.

Bakugo: What are you doing?

You sucked your teeth and debated on messaging him back. Tentatively you set your phone down, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine and leaving him on read. You stuck your nose back in your textbook. About 10 minutes of note taking had passed and your phone had went off again. You glared and looked at the message.

Bakugo: Don’t ignore me shitty woman.

Your body fluttered. The part of your body that did was undetermined though. You scraped your brain of something wity to say back.

Y/N: What do you need? You’re interrupting my hot date.

He responded instantly, almost as if he was awaiting your response.

Bakugo: An actual date or your hand because you know I’m better than both.

You swallowed the lump that had formed in the back of your throat. He wasn’t exactly wrong. Bakugo was far more experienced in the handiwork than you were, but that’s exactly what a vibrator was for. You snapped a picture of the textbook in your lap and captioned it.

Y/N: His name is Pearson’s Guide to Anatomy and we’re madly in love.

At this point you gave up on studying because you were clearly distracted and laid down. Your message sat on delivered for a few minutes before he finally opened it. This time it was a picture. You looked at instantly. He snapped a picture of his roommate Kirishima grinning in front of the stove with a spatula in his hand.

Bakugo: Come eat and before you say no it wasn’t a question.

You fought the battle inside your brain. You were still pretty upset with him, but you hadn’t ate since breakfast so you were hungry. Plus...sex of course. You opted to send him a short message.

Y/N : Gimme 30 minutes asshole.

Bakugo replied with the thumbs up emoji and sent you into action. You had just taken a shower and thankfully something told you to shave your legs. You brushed your teeth quickly and brushed your hair back into a tight pony tail. Everything you needed was already in your purse. A toothbrush, a pair of underwear, deodorant, a few condoms, a charger, and body spray. ( AN: I always recommend keeping a mini spendanight bag in your purse just in case :) )

You spent a few minutes deciding what to wear before putting on a black lace bra and matching underwear. You opted for a pair of black sweats and long sleeve shirt. It was a little chilly out so you threw on a hoodie. Deciding you were finally ready you sent a message to Mina, alerting her of your absence.

Mina: Wear protection! ;) I get off at 2 if you need a ride home.

You laughed at your best friend’s response and began the short walk to Bakugo’s. There was a little bit of day light left so it was easy to navigate through his neighborhood.

Pretty soon you were standing in front of his building. You pressed the buzzer. Kirishima’s sing song voice sounded through the speaker. “Whooooo is it?” Clearly he knew it was you.

“Kiri let me in! I’m freaking freezing.” You whinned.

“That’s not the passworddddd.” He chided, laughing.

“Let her in dumbass.” You heard Bakugo growling in the background.

“Hey!” Kirishima cried and the door buzzed. You rode the elevator up to the third floor. You rasped on the front door. It was opened abruptly by Kirishima who rubbed the back of his head cautiously.

“Let me guess, he smacked you didn’t he?” You pondered and gave him a side hug.

“Yeah and it wasn’t very manly of him either.” He sighed and hugged you back.

“Keep it up and I’ll do it again, Shitty Hair.” Bakugo called from the kitchen. You shook your head and ruffled his hair.

Kirishima grinned and whispered in your ear, “I’m glad your here, he’s been in a mood all day.” You blushed majorly and looked down as he trailed off into the kitchen. It wasn’t a secret to your friend group what you and Bakugo were. Kirishima and Mina had walked in on you two multiple times, but it still wasn’t embarrassing.

You removed your shoes and padded into the kitchen. The aroma of deliciousness hit your nose instantly. Your stomach grumbled. “See I knew you were hungry.” Bakugo said finishing up the stir fry.

Your wrapped your arms around his waist tightly and laid your head on his back. “Shut up and feed me.” You mumbled.

“You want dinner or desert first?” He replied and rubbed your arm as he mixed up the food in the pan.

“Who said you were getting desert?”

“Please guys! Not infront of the stir fry! It’s innocent!” Kirishima groaned and shoved you two out of the way deciding it was done.

You both shot him a glare as he happily loaded his plate up with food. Bakugo fixed your plate and handed it to you. The three of you sat down on the couch in front of the tv. Kirishima put on a series he just started. You began to chatter about the show in between bites. Pretty soon you were done eating and he gave you a synopsis. Bakugo took your plates to the kitchen.

“Hold on wait, so wait. If he’s an international criminal why did he just turn himself in like that to help the agent?” You questioned, clearly enthralled by the show.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out! There’s literally 7 seasons of this! I need answers.” Kirishima agreed.

“Bro what if that’s his like secretly his daughter? Like it makes sense why he’s so connected to her and protects her.” You said excitedly, slapping his leg.

“Dude. That actually makes hella sense.” He replied. Bakugo quietly sat down next to you and began to stroke your lower back, signaling it was time to retreat to his bedroom. You looked up at him with pleading eyes to finish the episode. He rolled his eyes and moved his hand to the back of the couch.

Pretty soon the credits rolled at the end of the episode. “I’m going to bed.” Bakugo announced and stood up.

“Ugh, lame.” Kirishima huffed. Bakugo walked into his bedroom without a word, leaving you two on the couch. You both looked at each other and shrugged.

“I’m definitely going to start watching whenever I get home. Text me about it tomorrow yeah?” You asked making your way to the room.

“For sure!” He called after you as you shut the door. You set your bag down next to the bed and sat down to check your phone. You heard the sink running and then the bathroom door opened revealing a shirtless Bakugo. Grey sweatpants hung off of his hips.

You licked your lips slightly as he turned off the lights and slinked to the bed. A candle faintly flicked in the corner, giving a slight orange glow to the room. “Damn that was like pulling teeth, Y/N” he said and laid down next to you.

“What? You weren’t interested in the show? It was good.” You replied, feeling your pulse quicken as he looked up at you through his lashes.

“I’ve been interested in something else for the past hour.” Bakugo sighed and wrapped his strong arm around your waist, pulling you towards him.

“And what would that be exactly?” You questioned and leaned back into the pillows. He quickly moved ontop of you and hovered over your lips.

“Getting inbetween your thighs.” He whispered. You sucked in a breath before his lips landed on yours. It was slow at first. Sweet closed mouth kisses turned into a passionate tongues mingling together. One of your hands began to run its way through his hair while the other traced the expanse of his bare back.

He groaned into your mouth and you pulled his hair lightly. His hand caressed up your neck until it grabbed your jaw holding you in place. Bakugo began to slowly grind against your sweet spot. Causing you to grow wetter than you already were. His freehand began to explore your body, running along your stomach and up to your bra.

Moans escaped as he began to stroke your nipple through the fabric. He lifted you up from the bed and removed your hoodie and shirt in a swift motion, throwing it somewhere off the bed. You weren’t too concerned at the moment of the location. The hand that gripped your jaw made its way down to your neck as he delicately squeezed the side of your throat.

He kissed down your neck until he made it to the area were your breast pooled ontop of your bra. He began to suck on the revealed flesh before pulling it down to free them. “You’ve got such nice tits, babygirl.” Bakugo growled and took a nipple into his mouth.

You mewled at the praise. He began to nip and suck at it, making sure to tweak and pinch the other in the same fashion. You bucked your hips to meet his, adding more friction to the equation. A few moments passed before he began trail down to the hem of your sweatpants.

Bakugo worked diligently sliding them down your legs before laying in between your thighs. You locked eyes as he started to speak, completely in a trance. “Allow me to formally apologize for canceling on you before.” You nodded slowly. He smiled devilishly and kissed your inner thighs.

The teasing was unreal. It made you so hot that you knew your panties were soaked. He planted a light kiss to your clothed clit. Using his index finger he stroked your pussy vertically with the tip. “You smell so good, Y/N. I can’t wait to taste you.” Bakugo growled. He pulled your panties to the side and slipped the finger in. You instantly clenched around him as he began to pump the tip teasingly.

You were a mess. The strokes were torchous, your mind swirled. “Look at you, grabbing my fucking finger and it’s barely even there.” You loved how vocal he was. He slowly pulled his digit out before entering it again, this time deeper inside you. Your juices cascaded down his hand.

“Shit.” Bakugo cursed and tore your underwear off. You were much too distracted to even worry about your thong being shredded. He added a second finger into the mix. He curled them up inside you, finding the spongy spot that sent you crazy.

Removing his fingers he held them up to the light, entranced by the stringy substance that coated them. “Open your mouth.” He demanded. You did as you were told, no questions asked. Bakugo inserted the two into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around and inbetween then, collecting your slick. He groaned as you sucked and bit down.

His mouth attacked your clit promptly. It was a relief you craved. There was no kitten licks about it. His tongue did figure 8’s around your cunt. You were a moaning mess, saying his name without a care in the world that Kirishima could hear you. Then he did something foreign that you never experienced before. His tongue trailed down your pussy until it found your tight, puckered hole.

You weren’t quite sure what was going on, but in the moment it didn’t matter. Bakugo had your trust completely and he knew it. He didn’t go too far though, just kissing and licking it slightly before focusing his attention back on your throbbing pussy. He plunged the two fingers into your hole again, but this time he fucked it.

The lewd sounds that came from your cunt were enough to make you blush. His free hand flew up to your pelvis and began to gently press down causing pressure. “You hear how loud your cunt is babygirl? You sound like your enjoying it.” Bakugo called. He bit down harshly on your thigh.

“Please Bakugo, please fuck me.” You begged, wrapping your leg around his shoulder.

“That’s not what you should call me Y/N. What’s my name?” He slowed down his pumps, but kept the pressure, making the pleasure the same level of intensity as before.

“Katsuki please!” You cried out. He grinned as you.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I’m not done apologizing yet.” You threw your head back against the pillows as his mouth attacked you once more. His pace began to speed up again. You felt his fingers scissoring inside of you. Your release barreled towards you.

“I’m about to cum.” You whimpered, pushing his head closer to your cunt. His fingers pumped faster than before, hitting your g-spot every time. Your orgasm washed over you promptly as you moaned his name. Your once rigid body melted against the bed. You felt Bakugo climb up your body.

He grabbed your face and made you open your mouth. He spit the saliva and cum mixed fluid into your mouth before running his hand over your breasts again. You were putty and under his mercy.

“Still want me to fuck your brains out?” Bakugo questioned as he stroked himself through his sweats.

“Please.” You breathed out. He chuckled and stood up, removing his pants. His dick sprang free and slapped against his stomach. Precum pooled around the tip. He pulled a condom out of the drawer on the bed side table.

He noticed you staring at him, “See something you like?” Bakugo questioned as he rolled the condom onto his cock. You nodded sheepishly and spread your legs. He shook his head and then nestled inbetween your legs again as he kissed your lips sweetly. He began to rub the tip against your sensitivity, making you jump at the sensation.

“I’ll go slow this time, I promise.” Bakugo kissed your forehead and gently pressed into you, giving you inch by inch. You both hissed until he sank himself fully in your heat. “Shit, you’re always so tight for me baby.” He moaned rested his head on yours.

He began to thrust slowly allowing you to adjust to the pain. Bakugo was not small in the slightest, so you were grateful at the pace he set. He buried his head into your shoulder as profanities escaped his lips. “Fuck, Katsuki. You fill me up so good.” You moaned, scratching his back lightly.

This encouraged him to increase his speed, grinding his hips into yours until he filled you to the hilt. “You are mine. You’ll always fucking be mine Y/N.” He growled, nipping at your collarbone. The declaration made your heart soar, but it also gave you a sinking feeling in the back of your mind.

Bakugo threw your legs over his shoulders as he drilled deep into you. You felt tears prick in your eyes at the sensation as another orgasm began to build. He grasped your face, “Look me in the eyes when you cum because I know you’re close.” You nodded quickly. Tears flowed freely as your mouth hung open. The next orgasm hit you like a brick wall. You were pretty sure you screamed his name that time, but you couldn’t be too sure.

Once your body calmed down Bakugo pulled out, flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your ass into the air. He slammed back into you. You attempted to jerk forward, but he gripped your hips tight. A loud smack landing against your ass for trying to run away.

You felt his warm saliva drip down to your puckered hole before he used his thumb to swirl it around. Unintentionally, you jerked again. He paused his actions. “You trust me right?” Bakugo panted and rubbed your cheek delicately.

“Yes, of course.” You whinned at the loss of rhythm. Another slap landed on you cheek.

“Okay, run away again,” he stated, “I’m fucking your ass.” That caused you to remain absolutely still. Granted after the experience before you didn’t mind the thought of it, but you we’re too spent for that tonight and you knew Katsuki Bakugo would make good on his promise. He began fucking you again, this time not as rough. He repeated his actions from earlier and teased your ass again before gently pressing his thumb in your tight rear.

You were grateful that you could shove your head into the pillow because the noises that came from you would have woken up the whole building. You mentally reminded yourself to apologize to Kirishima tomorrow. “Shit, I’m really fucking close babygirl.”

“Please Katsuki, please come inside of me.” You moaned, egging him on. That was all it took. His once steady, prominent strokes turned into sloppy thrusts as he filled the condom. Once he steadied, he removed himself as you collapsed. Bakugo rolled the condom off and threw it into the trash before falling in next to you.

You were both panting messes. Once you caught your breath you glanced over at him. “Apology accepted.”

“Shut up, shitty woman.” Bakugo laughed and kissed you cheek.

[commonalities-among-the-two]

Her.

Sometimes, I would catch her looking at me.

I spend most of my time in my university’s library. If I’m not studying or doing homework, I’m usually watching movies on my laptop or reading. The quiet of the library can be unsettling for most; the library is so large and the building itself is so old, but I didn’t mind it. There was a special spot in the back of the library I called my second “home”. The old librarian that had been working at the university for damn near 30 years told me about this spot back during my freshman year. She saw I was anxious and thought this particular space would help ease my anxiety.

It was a cozy little area and was hidden away by book shelves and tall file cabinets. You really couldn’t find it unless you were looking for it. No one was looking for it, it was always empty when I would set up shop, except for the occasional tea break the librarian took. It had a love seat, a small rectangular coffee table, an old 1960′s gold and cream lamp with a marble base that gave off a nice, soft, orange glow. It also had a rectangular rub about that was slightly bigger then the coffee table, but not by much.

I was a out of state college student, so I had to live in the dorms at the university. I would of have rather stayed home, but mom couldn’t afford tuition at any local schools and I got a full scholarship here. I miss her. Granted, she’s only in the next state over, but it’s always been me and my mom since I was 14. We argued a lot, yet that didn’t keep us from laughing together 10 minutes later.

I was completely lost my first day on campus. Mom and I couldn’t find the time to come down and do a campus visit because of her work schedule. So, I had to venture around and map out the campus on my own. We managed to find the dorms together, though. So that was nice.

My roommate wasn’t so awful. Her friends were alright and most nights she wasn’t in the dorm. She was either out with her friends or hanging out with randos at the bar. She asked me a couple of times to go out with her. I did, once. Once was enough for me.

I didn’t make very many friends during my freshman year. It’s not that I didn’t try, but I was too caught up in school work that I put it on the back burner. I became close with many of my professors and I can truly say the old librarian woman was my first friend ever in college. I never really made a lot of friends, but I had very many acquaintances. I usually kept myself busy with campus events, volunteering, and homework , that I got to know a lot of faculty and students. The few friends I did have were all older then I was. As I was rolling into my second and third year of college, most of my friends were a semester away from graduating or already had graduated. We still kept in touch, with the occasional text here and meet up there. It was enough for me.

Her name was Laika.

My special spot became my second home because one evening, my roommate brought a “friend” over for the night. I had no problem with it, I just wanted him out of our room by midnight. Of course, it didn’t work out as I hoped. Instead, my roommate passes out on her bed before 11:30 pm and I’m left with her “friend” as my company. When midnight rolled around, I asked him to leave. It was a simple request, nothing to crazy, right? Wrong. I guess the only real reason he even came over was so that he could potentially do the horizontal tango with my roommate. She was known to lay many a men in her bed, but hey you do what makes you happy. I respected her choices, she respected mine. Since she had already fallen asleep, he was irritated and horny. Ugh.

I asked him again to leave, but he wasn’t having it. He droned on and on about how he drove 3 hours to get here, how he wined and dined her (that’s why she passed out, she wined a little too much), and that he expected something in return for his most “romantic” actions. Fucking shoot me now. It was damn near one o’clock at this point and I listened to this guy bitch and complain for about an hour. I thought that if I passively listened to his rant while I typed notes into my laptop he’d get the hint and leave. Nah. He took my passive listening as an invitation. Now I wanted to fucking shoot him. 

As most dorm rooms go, there’s a decent amount of space in said dorms on campus. I happened to get very lucky and ended up in a building fairly new, give our take 5 years, so we had our own bathroom. There was a communal bathroom on all four floors of our building, but I usually stayed put in my room.

She was lean, tall, and had black hair with a two-block hair cut. With long bangs that stayed, mostly, to the right of her face.

He inched closer and closer to me while I did my typing. I knew better then to have my back completely face him. So I sat at an angle at my desk, that way I could keep an eye on him with my left peripheral. During his hour long rant, I would tell him to move back to his spot, for a good portion of the time, he listened. Sadly, when his rant was done, he decided he would move my roommates desk chair right over to mine. He was about 5 or 6 inches away from my left side at that point. When I looked up from my laptop, he had left his arm perched up on my desk with his head resting on his hand, just staring at me. I have to admit, the guy was not bad looking. He was tall, medium build, and seemed to have a good sense of hygiene. What really drew me in was his eyes. So cliche, I know, but man he had some hazel eyes that really sucked you in.

If he hadn’t refused to leave my room twice, go on a rant for an hour, and basically admitting the sole purpose of the date he went on with my roommate was to fuck her, I might of gave this guy a chance. Now, since I’ve seen a very harsh side of him, that shit was thrown out the window and landed in a trash can and the trash can was on fire. Yes, I am basically calling this man hot garbage. I felt like a serious confrontation and a reality check was in order. So I again asked him to leave. In a very sweet and sultry voice he asked why. I said because I have class at nine o’clock in the morning and I had to wake up early because it took 15 minutes to get to my first class. He said that if he stayed the night, he could drive me to my class, that way I wouldn’t have to wake up early. I thought about his offer, but I snapped out of that real quick, because either way, he was going to fuck my friend or he was going to fuck me. I was ready to commit homicide that night. 

He put his hand on my face and stroked my cheek, I quickly moved my face away, grabbed one of my pens and stood up. I asked him again to leave. He wouldn’t budge. He chuckled slightly, got up, and started to walk towards me. A stupid fucking grin on his stupid fucking face. Have you ever seen a scary movie and the demon kinda pops out of nowhere and screams a most horrendous scream in the protagonist’s face? Now imagine a similar scream, not as demonic, coming out of a 21 year old’s mouth. He instantly stopped walking towards me.

She was the most handsome woman I’ve ever seen. And she owned that.

I asked him one last time to leave. I had raised my voice to my outside voice, which I didn’t like using very much, but I had to let him know I meant business. This, however, did not wake my roommate up. Bummer. He looks at me for a little bit and starts to fucking grin again. What the hell man! Get out of my room, this building, this campus, this fucking state! Nope, instead he starts walking towards me again, telling me that I’m over reacting and that he would make me feel “good”. In that instant, something snapped. I took the sheath off my pen, exposing a small, but very sharp knife and I lunged toward him. If I was going to killer a fucker tonight, I was going to killer that fucker right. Mama ain’t raise no bitch. I getting this guy in the damn jugular. At that point, my roommate miraculously wakes up from her slumber and just sees me bolt towards her friend. She has no idea what’s going on and starts screaming.

Both me and the guy look at my roommate, he has his hands in front of himself and me, mid lunge. I snap back to reality and go into mommy mood. I have three young nephews, it’s a thing. I go over to my roommates bed and start to comfort her. She starts asking why I was about to kill her friend and explain that I asked him multiple times to leave but he wouldn’t. I kept out the bit about how he would make me feel good, because I didn’t want her anymore upset then she already was. She looked at her watch and realized it was already 2:30 am and she had fallen asleep. She always respected my rule of no guys after midnight. She felt bad that she fell asleep and left me with the responsibility of her friend.

At that point, her friend made his way over to her, then started caressing her hand; telling her that it was okay and that me and him were just talking. She didn’t believe that hot garbage. She knew from the beginning all he wanted to do was fuck her. So that’s why she had him wine and dine her at a expensive restaurant, downtown. Her plan all along was to get back to the dorm room and kick his ass out, but wine makes her sleepy, so she passed out before she had the chance. At that point I didn’t know if I wanted to applaud her conning this fucker or slap her for leaving me alone with said fucker. She asked him to leave, when he was about the retort, I gave him a look and told him if he didn’t leave, I’d kill me. Pen knife and all. Never saw a man move so fast out a door in my entire life. I never had to use that pen knife again, but I always keep it sharpened.

After that night and a couple of weeks later, she starts to steadily date another guy. I tried to be understanding and give them their space in the dorm room, that’s when I  started to stay a the the library for longer hours. The library stayed open pretty late, but it always locked it’s doors at 11. Around 10:45 pm, the librarian would come to the back and tell me I had 15 minutes to pack my things and head back to my dorm. She didn’t have to do it, but always insisted she give me a ride back to my dorm. Since the library was one of the first buildings built on this campus, it was one of the farthest buildings. It would take 20 minutes to get back; rather then let something horrific happen to me, she drove me. I told my mom about this. She told me I should pay the librarian gas money. The librarian wouldn’t take it. 

She had a minimalist look. Like that of male Korean fashion, with a twist of Cali skater boy style.

Since I was getting closer and closer to graduating, I spent most of my free time at the library. The librarian gave me a set of keys to the building. She said she wasn’t allowed to do it, but knew if I wanted to burn the place to the ground I would of done it already. She trusted me enough to have a second set of keys made; the first of its kind. She even told me that if I ever felt tired or didn’t want to go back to my dorm room, I could just sleep there in my special spot. I was moved to tear and hugged her. I didn’t let go for 5 minutes, She didn’t like that. Said my tears would stain her wool sweater.

Many of the students on campus choose to stay at the front of the library. Renovations were done 2 years ago, adding newer furniture, light fixtures, carpeting and new study rooms on two floors. That made it more popular for people to come hang out or study. They respected that they were in a library, so there weren’t ever any noise complaints. I didn’t really care for the renovations, so I always stayed in the back. Sometimes, I would go sneak a peak at the front of the library to see how many people had come in that day. there was usually around 30 people or more. Give or take, depending on the day in the year.

Mom would send me money throughout the school year whenever she could. I got a job as a TA for an online class with one of the professors I became close with. He taught the class every semester, that meant I always had employment. I would draw and sell my art online, but I usually sold my stuff for a couple of bucks, but with what little I made, it helped. Mom also liked sending me care packages. With the help of my older sister, she would send me packets Asian ramen noodles; not the American stuck. She would also send me candy, my favorite snacks, and drinks. I appreciated what little she could do for me since I lived away from her. Breaks and holidays, I tried my best to go up and see her. Sometimes I wouldn’t be able to because I had to choose food over bus fair. I know I could of taken my car down with me, but I didn’t see any real practical use for it. The city I was in had a metro, good bus system, and their was always Uber or Lyft, but I spent most of my time walking. I usually tried to stay fairly close to campus most of the time. I was usually busy with school work, studying, working or running some event on campus. Also, I was a homebody when I lived at home, that didn’t change much when I came to college. It’s not that I don’t want to go out, it’s just that I don’t need to. Gotta save my money somehow. Books are stupid expensive; school was my responsibility. I wasn’t going to burden mom anymore. She’s been through enough.

The only reason I knew her name was Laika was because I over heard her friends calling out to her. I just happened to creep out of my spot because I needed to talk to the librarian about locking up that night. I wanted to ask her if I could just sleep in the library for the evening; my roommate was bringing a lot of people into our dorm and I had a paper due the next day. I kept hearing “Laika! Laika! Over here!”, so I turned around to see who was calling out. There was a group of people that were sitting down at one of the long tables in the main area of the library, the guy with the bleach blonde hair was waving at another guy that was just walking in through the front doors. I had to do a double take. This guy was amazingly cute. He had a suave style, a confident walk, and a smile that could melt your heart. The only thing that gave away that Laika was a girl was her voice. It was a deeper voice for a woman’s voice, but there was a melodic tone to her voice. She was telling the group to quiet down, “Guys, were in a library. People are trying to study and I don’t want to be that person” she said.

The librarian got really close to the right side of my face and said, “Hey, your drooling.” I yelped a little and backed up a few inches. This commotion caused Laika and her friends to turn towards us. I ended up making eye contact with Laika, she was smiling and I could feel my cheeks become warm. I got the fuck out of there real quick. I stayed in the back of the library for the rest of the day; finishing up my assignment. The librarian popped her head in at around 10:30 pm, telling me she was leaving early for the night and to answer my question from earlier. “Yes, you can stay for the night. I hope this doesn’t become a regular thing, though”, her face looked concerned now, “I know I can trust you and you’ve been an excellent student, but I don’t want you to get in trouble with the school. I may have been working here for a long time, but there is only so much authority I have” she said. I told her it wasn’t going to be a regular thing and that I would only use this place as a last resort. The look of concern didn’t fade from her face, but her face softened a bit. She reminded me of my mom and how she was always worrying about me. I thanked her for letting me stay and I told her goodnight.

I managed to get my assignment done at around 1 am in the morning. The paper itself wasn’t due til Monday, but I wanted to get it done and out of the way. When I looked at my phone, it was 1:10 am; I texted my roommate, asking her what she was doing. She told me that her friends we still over and that two of the girls were totally smashed, so they were going to spend the night. I told her it was fine and that they could sleep in my bed, but she was going to be doing my laundry. She said that she would and said thank you. Then she called me. “Hey, I wanted to ask...where you are going to sleep tonight? Are you okay?”, she sounded worried. I assured her I would be fine and that I was spending the night in the library. She chuckled and called me a nerd. I laughed too and told her goodnight. After I hung up the phone, I decided it was time I went to sleep. I had my pillows, blankets, and my stuffed sloth for company. I made a makeshift bed with my blankets and went to sleep.

I woke up the next day at around 9:30 am. I packed my stuff in my duffel bag, making sure to put everything back the way it was before and headed back to my dorm.  It was a chilly Saturday morning. I wasn’t expecting a lot of people on campus that morning, because it was the end of midterms and most people had left the previous day to go back home. Of course, I didn’t have enough money to go back home myself, so I stayed on campus. 

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It's going to be ok (Biadore) -Chapter 1

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“Well look who it is” Bianca snarled at Adore. Adore backed up until her back slammed into the lockers behind her. Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked at Bianca and her group of girls who were surrounding her. For a while now Bianca, Alyssa, Katya, Jackie, and Ms. Bunny had been terrorizing Adore. At first Adore had Courtney to help her out but recently Courtney had been hanging out with Willam and Alaska instead. Bianca stalked up to Adore and put her arm on either side of Adore head.

She put her face inches from Adores and smiled “Remind me, what are you again?” Adore shrunk backwards “weak, useless, a burden” she muttered, looking down at the ground “That’s right” Bianca smirked “and dont you forget it” She kneed Adore in the stomach causing her to sink to the ground clutching her stomach in pain. She then turned and stalked away, the rest of her group following her, leaving Adore gasping in pain on the ground.

Adore’s eyes fill with tears as she watched Bianca walk away. She inhaled sharply as she stood up and pain shot through her stomach already. She leaned heavily against the locker for a second before grabbing her book bag which had been cast aside and shuffling towards her next class. She slipped into her next class and into her seat right before the bell rang. She kept her head down quietly copying down what was on the board avoiding looking at Bianca who sat right beside her.

She had already asked Ms. Visage to change her seat several times before but she never had. Bianca ignored her for the entire period, only paying her enough mind to subtly trip Adore on her way out of the classroom. Adore’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she gathered her books from the ground and stood up.

She weaved her way through the stream of people in the hallway, carefully avoiding anyone who was friends with Bianca. She managed not to have any other problems until last period. She made her way to Mr. Hall’s classroom making sure to keep her head down as she entered the classroom.

She slipped into a seat in the very back of the classroom getting out her sketchbook and opening it up to a blank page so she could sketch during study hall. Her sketchbook was filled with sketches of all the different students in her class, there were even a few of Bianca. She was about to get started on a drawing when she saw a shadow fall over her page. She looked up to see Bianca standing above her.

“What’s in there” Bianca asked slyly reaching for her sketchbook. Adore quickly closed her book and held it to her chest crossing her arms over it protectively. “Nothing” she mumbled looking down at her desk Bianca made a grab for Adore’s sketchbook missing and instead raking her nails down Adore’s arm causing her to start bleeding. Adore reeled back banging her spine on the side of her desk. Tears pricked her eyes and she grabbed her bag and pushed past Bianca running out of the classroom ignoring Mr. Hall’s cries for her to stop.

She tore out of the school building and reached the park next door to the school collapsing on to a bench. She buried her face in her hands and began sobbing. Twenty or so minutes later Adore saw a stream of kids beginning to exit the school. She hastily shoved her sketchbook in her bag and began walking farther into the park.

She eventually came to her favorite spot, a small willow tree that hid whoever was under it from everyone on the outside. Adore slipped through the branches and sat down leaning against the trunk of the tree. She grabbed earbuds out of her bag and plugged them into her phone blasting music to try and drown out her thoughts. She closed her eyes leaning her head back against the trunk of the tree accidentally falling asleep.

When Adore woke up her music was still blasting through her headphones. She paused her music and looked at the time, 10:30. She answered a text from her roommate Dela and told her she would be home too. Adore had been kicked out by her family two years ago and her friend Dela who’s had been in college at the time rented and appartement with her. Adore worked on the weekends to make a contribution to the rent.

She exited the park shivering slightly as the wind cut through her t-shirt. The wind whipped her hair around as she walked into it towards her apartment. A few blocks away from her house she heard screaming and crying coming from up the street. As she jogged forward she saw a man and a young girl. The man was screaming at the girl and the girl was crying as she carried a duffle bag away from the house. The man slammed the door and the girl slumped down on the curb crying into her hands.

Adore rushed over kneeling down next to the girl. She put her hand on the girls shoulder “Are you ok?” Adore asked The girl looked up and Adore gasped. Bianca was looking up at her mascara streaks running down her face mixing with her tears, her normally perfect hair knotted and falling limply around her face and a black eye beginning to form around her right eye. “He kicked me out” Bianca whispered tears streaming down her face “I’m homeless” Adore pushed away her feelings of dislike for Bianca and everything she had ever done to her.

She pushed Bianca’s hair out of her face “You’re not homeless, Dela and I could use another roommate” Adore smiled softly “You’re going to be ok, let me help you” Bianca started sobbing and threw herself into Adore’s arms. Surprised, it took Adore a second to respond wrapping her arms around Bianca and whispering “it’s going to be ok” into her ear over and over. When Bianca’s sobs softened to a whimpering. Adore let Bianca go and grabbed her bag before offering a hand to help her up. Bianca sniffed and accepted Adore’s hand allowing her to pull her up to standing. Adore looked at Bianca’s eye which was rapidly getting worse, it was now so swollen that Bianca could only open it the tiniest bit. Adore reached out and brushed the pad of her thumb over Bianca’s eye closing it so she didn’t have to forcibly keep it open. Bianca flinched at Adore’s touch.

“Alright baby, come on” Adore said putting one hand on Bianca’s shoulder and guiding her down the street toward her apartment. They walked a few blocks in silence before Bianca asked “Why did you help me? I’ve been nothing but cruel to you” She looked down at the ground avoiding Adore’s eyes. “You looked so scared and you looked like you were in pain, both on the inside and outside, I couldn’t just leave you” Adore said smiling slightly at Bianca.

They entered Adore’s building and rode up the elevator in silence. Adore opened her apartment door and was immediately swallowed in a hug by Dela. “Adore! Where have you been! I was so worried about you! What happened!” Dela released her from her hug “Dela I’m fine, I fell asleep under the willow and then I had to help someone” Adore said stepping aside to reveal Bianca “Dela, this is Bianca, she got kicked out and I said she could stay here” Adore said grabbing Bianca’s wrist and pulling her inside before shutting the door.

“Your face!” Dela exclaimed taking in Bianca’s swollen eye “Let me get you some ice” Dela ran into the kitchen and came back with ice wrapped in a dish towel. Adore dropped Bianca’s bag by the door steering her over to the couch. Adore sat Bianca down and Dela handed Bianca the ice. Bianca put the ice on her eye, Adore settled down next to her pulling her close allowing Bianca’s head to settle on her chest.

Dela sat next to Adore and switched on the TV. After a few minutes Bianca’s hand dropped down and her eyes closed and she settled into a fitful sleep, groaning and mumbling as she was plagued with nightmares of what had happened that day. Adore stroked Bianca’s arm with her thumb trying to provide her with some comfort in her sleep.

“Adore” Dela said turning to look at her “Is this the Bianca? The one who has been terrorizing you in school for months?” “Yeah, it is, but it’s ok, I forgive her” Adore said smiling down at Bianca then at Dela “Alright” Dela said smiling at her “Lets get her a blanket and a pillow so she can sleep on the couch” she said getting up “Actually, I was thinking she should sleep with me so she’s not alone when she wakes up” Adore said slipping Bianca off of her and lifting her up off the couch.

Bianca woke up and sleepily grumbled wrapping her arms around Adore’s arm allowing herself to be lead into Adore’s bedroom. Adore pulled back the covers and Bianca slid sleepily under them closing her eyes again as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Adore walked outside and said Goodnight to Dela before slipping on an old t-shirt and sliding into her bed next to Bianca, allowing her steady breath to lull her to sleep.

[5hfanfiction]

FROM AFAR - CHAPTER 20

Lauren (3:30 pm): Camzi, have you done the nutrition stuff?

Camila (3:30 pm): i’m about to do it now

Camila (3:30 pm): at least try it

Lauren (3:30 pm): haha that makes two of us

Lauren (3:30 pm): wanna come here?

Camila (3:31 pm): yeah i could do that

Camila (3:31 pm): just give me ten minutes

Lauren (3:31 pm): okay

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Lauren (9:04 pm): hey you

Camila (9:06 pm): i was about to text you

Camila (9:06 pm): i was doing my laundry

Camila (9:06 pm): can i stay there?

Lauren (9:08 pm): that’s your excuse

Lauren (9:08 pm): you caaannn

Camila (9:10 pm): *rolls eyes*

Lauren (9:12 pm): don’t roll your eyes at me huh

Lauren (9:56 pm): where are u??

Camila (9:57 pm): it’s not finished yet

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Lauren (10:24 pm): don’t leave me alone

Camila (10:24 pm): i’m pooping

Lauren (10:24 pm): hahahahaha i know

Lauren (10:24 pm): let’s watch a movie

I was doing my laundry when Lauren texted asking me to come over. Not that I wasn’t about to do the same, but it was nice to have her coming after me instead of the opposite. The mood of the night was tranquil and so was mine. That day I wasn’t rushed or worried or even sad for the matter, it was just me living another day of life without thinking too much of it. Some would say that those kinds of days suck, but not me. It was nice to just not think too much of anything, not caring if you have shit to do, simply just live on automatic. Because sometimes if you stop to think too much into thing you just live in agony, and having your mind chill for an instance is a nice concept. And that was me that day. I was simply doing my laundry without remembering the sad parts of my life, or not caring about it if you’d like to put it that way. In fact, I wish everyday could be like that, because it’s on these days that I get shit done.

After putting the dirty laundry into the drying machine, I came back straight to Lauren’s room, we were supposed to watch a movie. And not any movie, we tried to watch the movie we started the night before, the one we didn’t get to see because kissing Lauren is better than anything else. This time we managed to pay attention and the movie was actually really good. Halfway through it, I had to leave to pick up my clothes. It was supposed to be a quick trip to the second floor of the building, but I calculated the time wrong and the laundry wasn’t finished yet.

It took longer than any of us expected, I still had to folder the clothes and put them in the right place. I was already in my room doing exactly that when Lauren showed up at my door looking like a lost puppy. She couldn’t wait there alone anymore, which made me feel good because that probably meant she was missing me somehow, or maybe she just didn’t want to be alone, as always. It was weird at first, having Lauren watching me fold my pants, but after a while I was okay with it because she wanted to be with me. I finished everything and we went back to her room to watch the damn movie.

We sat both with our backs against the wall behind Lauren’s bed, with the laptop on her lap.

The movie was interesting and we managed to keep or attention on it for a fair amount of time, but we’re only humans and just minutes after we came back I was shoving my tongue inside Lauren’s mouth, kissing her passionately and being reciprocated. She wanted my kisses just as much as I wanted hers, it seemed that no matter how much we kissed or how much time we spent with each other, it was never enough and Lauren coming after me just after a few minutes that I was away was a proof of that.

Lauren’s lips were soft and she was an excellent kisser. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I didn’t know if it was because she was a girl and therefore I liked kissing girls better, or it was just because it was Lauren, and we had history, and our lips molded each other perfectly like no one else had before. Probably a combination of all of those though. It was also funny because there was always a tension surrounding us that made feel like every move had to be planned but at the same time it was anticipated, making every kiss great and worth it. I had my glasses on and didn’t mind taking them off before making a move.

“We’re missing the movie,” she said between a kiss, her lips never distancing too much from mine. I didn’t say anything back, just blindly reached for the space bar and hit it before returning my hand to cup her cheek. The make out session lasted until both of us needed oxygen and to finish the movie eventually. I spent the night there too, Lauren’s roommate wasn’t coming back for the night so we didn’t have to worry about that. Not that we were about to do anything other than some kisses and cuddling though.

Camila (2:07 pm): i’m gonna take a nap before studying, but you can stay here if you want

Camila (2:07 pm): you’re stressed because of homework

Lauren (2:07 pm): I am

Lauren (2:07 pm): like, really stressed

Lauren (2:08 pm): and even the quiz i though i did well, i screwed some stupid things

Lauren (2:08 pm): i’ll sleep too, i’ll put my pjs and come over there

Camila (2:08 pm): but was it really bad?

Lauren (2:08 pm): 5/10

Lauren (2:08 pm): it was supposed to be 9/10

Lauren (2:08 pm): but that’s not what’s pissing me

Lauren (2:08 pm): the paper pissed me off in a way…

Camila (2:09 pm): gotcha

Camila (2:09 pm): the door is open

I decided to study first though. I had this quiz on the next friday and the subjects were piling up because I’m a certificated procrastinator. Lauren came over shortly after that and sat beside me on the bed.

“My back is killing me,” I said as I jotted a few notes on my notebook.

“And there you are in this position; do you know this is a posture problem and you’re forcing your spine?”

“I know, but I like to study like that.”

“I can do a massage if you want.”

Of course I wanted it, was that even a question? I pulled out my jacket and pointed out the place that was hurting the most, as Lauren started to put pressure on it. I’d never felt a better pain in my life. I even moaned while her fingers worked through my back, Lauren didn’t even have to do much. You know that type of pain that’s so good and you actually want to feel it again?

“Hmm, this is so good, fuck.”

Lauren took her time exploring my back and following my instructions to where the pain was bothering me. After a while, she finally decided to take her nap and we both layed on the other end of the bed side by side, Lauren with her eyes closed and me with my book and pen in hand.

“Camz, I’d love if you’d stroke my hair you know?!”

I didn’t say anything, just put my hand on her hair as the other one kept writing on the notebook. It was an uncomfortable position and by far one of the most difficult things I’d ever done, trying to write with one hand and concentrate on my movements with the other. But it was a great sensation as well and if I had to do that all the time just to make Lauren feel good I would in a blink of an eye. I remembered the night we watched Tarzan and I had Lauren cuddle up to me as I massaged her scalp. She surely likes this action more than most people usually do. I managed to keep doing it for a few minutes but Lauren’s lips were right there close to me. I leaned in and took them into mine, Lauren lazily reciprocated after a few seconds. It wasn’t a long kiss, I just needed to feel it. You just can’t have Lauren Jauregui that close to you and resist her.

“Uhm, you scared me, I was almost asleep,” she said with her eyes still closed. I surely had no idea she was almost unconscious when I initiated the act, but she didn’t push me away either.

“No, you were not.”

“Yes, I was.”

“I’m sorry then.”

“It’s okay, just let me sleep now, will ya?!”

“Sure thing.” She wasn’t mad or anything, I guess I just took her by surprise but a kiss is never a bad thing, right?

I finished my stuff and lied beside her. About two hours after that we had to wake up, otherwise we would miss dinner and the girls were already waiting for us at the dining hall. I got up and started to put my things away as Lauren grabbed my pillow and switched to the other end of the bed. Her eyes were closed as she said, “Your smell is on my pillow and all over my bed.”

I didn’t hear her at first, or I didn’t understand what she really meant because she had her sleepy voice and her faced smashed against the pillow.

“You mean my perfume?”

“No, your smell.”

I couldn’t help the smug grin that appeared on my face, but Lauren had her eyes still closed and didn’t see it. I knew what she was talking about and it was one of the cutest things she ever said to me, because those details, like when she kissed me goodbye the other day, the way she asked me to make her fall asleep while stroking her hair, when she came looking for me when I took too long to come back the night before, and now that. Those things were more important than any other time we were making out. I didn’t say anything though, just continued to put my shoes back on, like what she’d said was something so ordinary that didn’t deserve too much thinking or discussion. Stupid. When I remember that she said that and I missed the opportunity to say something back and tease her about it and get her to say more cute things, I want to punch myself in the face. I didn’t know if what she said was a good thing or not, in her mind of course, because it surely was to me. Did she like my scent? Did she even care? Why did she mention it to me? I’ll never know honestly.

Lauren (9:27 pm): wanna come over?

Camila (9:27 pm): in a little while

Lauren (9:27 pm): oh so it’s gonna be like that?

Camila (9:28 pm): you still have to shower

Lauren (9:28 pm): who said that?

Camila (9:29 pm): i heard the conversation in the hallway

Lauren (9:29 pm): hahaha idiot

Camila (9:29 pm): it’s for anybody to hear

Camila (9:29 pm): let me know when you’re ready

Camila (9:29 pm): so i don’t wait for you there alone and you roommate comes in

Camila (9:29 pm): oh, and i have to eat here first too

Lauren (9:30 pm): okay

Camila (10:13 pm): where you at?

Lauren (10:25 pm): come over

A/N: yooo, my real life ‘Dinah’ and ‘Normani’ visited and spent 6 days with me this past week and my feels are all over the place because i love them so much and i miss the time when we lived all together!

AND, the movie we watched is called ‘Tropa de Elite’, it’s a brazilian movie and it’s fucking good in my humble opinion, in case you’re curious about that. I had to make up some of the things on this chapter because I honestly don’t remember the details and the dialogues but i think i did justice to the real story. Like I said, i feel it’s getting boring and redundant and i can’t wait to write the angst again lol just hang in there.  

[garetisangsty-blog]

Leaving (in 10 Acts)

I. Juan

He kissed me on the cheek.

I was going to have to walk a mile back to the metro stop at the very end of the line and then ride it back into the city. I was not looking forward to it

The door had a screen and no window.

He held it open for me as I left.

I walked down the three steps to the path and turned around. He was closing the door, his back was to me.

The sun was bright. The grass was cut. Rows of two-year-old townhouses surrounded me and it felt like they knew a lot.

II. Jackson

I was disgusted, a little shocked.

This house was close to my church.

He stood in the doorway behind me as I left and gave me a kiss and squeezed my chest too hard and said something sort of gross.

He wanted to see me again. I laughed encouragingly and said yes but I didn’t want to.

It was hot and I was wearing shorts and I was going to go and get an iced tea.

I didn’t look back as I walked away. I heard the gold door handle click as it shut.

III. Gordon

It happened again and again.

I kissed him goodbye, standing in his living room. He didn’t walk me to the door.

On the mornings that he would drive me home, I would walk out first, and he would pause outside to lock his door. We’d take the elevator down and he would lead me out to the alley behind his building that let out behind the movie theater onto Winooski Ave.

The last time I slept over, he kept implying that he wanted to get breakfast.

Most times I left in the middle of the night.

His shoes were scattered by the door, half on the shoe rack, and a pair or two in the hallway outside. He’d lock his door tight but didn’t think anyone would steal his Nikes.

He never followed me to the door, he’d just watch as I shoved my feet back into my shoes and exited out into the bright hall. I left him standing there, not knowing how I felt or really how he felt but being pretty certain it wasn’t anything with a future.

My walks home from his apartment were my best, turning out of the red stone arch over his building’s door to the sidewalk lit by construction lights with a feeling of vindication.

IV. Jordan

I was too drunk.

He walked me down the stairs from his dorm room, I had only been there for 20 minutes at most.

In the hallway on the first floor he said “you’re taller than I am.”

“I’ll hit you up if I ever need notes for soc.” It wasn’t an invitation back.

I didn’t want one.

I pushed through big glass doors and felt colder walking home than I had walking over.

I forgot my backpack, I had to go back. He handed it to me in the airlock and said “you forgot this too” and gave me back my bra.

I saw him around a lot and always pretended I hadn’t.

V. (Redacted)

I was in pain.

He had a funny look on his face.

I left so fast, still pulling on my jacket, my shoes untied.

He didn’t ask how I was getting home, it was 4am. I didn’t know either but I knew that I had to leave.

I get mad, sometimes, at my friends who walk me to these places, who hand my drunk ass off to men none of us know.

The door let out onto a porch, painted blue. Inside, there were shoes I didn’t want to think about him wearing and a flight of stairs I wish I hadn’t gone up.

I was almost running to the corner by the rite aid. I didn’t know what had happened. I couldn’t be around houses. There was a group of men a little older than I was sitting on a porch. They asked me if I was okay.

I called a car and smoked cigarette after cigarette. I wasn’t so drunk anymore.

My roommate had a guest that night. I took a long shower and slept on the common room couch. 

Five months later the detective showed me a photo of him.

VI. David

He was sitting on his bed, looking conflicted.

“It’s okay,” I said.

“Do you want me to walk you out?” He asked

I didn’t know how to get out of his building on my own, “yes” I said. It was the wrong answer. “Actually, no, it’s okay.”

The doorway was dark. He hadn’t put up lights in that little corner yet.

I should have asked him to walk me out. I wandered around the dorm building for a long time, looking for a door.

I asked him weeks later what had happened. He gave me an answer that seemed strange but I was going to accept it. I said I would just forget that night ever happened. He said that would be great.

VII. Jake

The door came out of a basement unit and led to a few stairs going up to street level.

I felt strange.

He was clean and he was kind and he said all the right things and did all the right things and I had had a great time and that left me with a very particular kind of fear.

He walked me to the metro stop and stood there talking with me while I smoked a cigarette.

He kissed me goodbye and didn’t seem to be afraid of kissing me on the street and that made me feel a sort of sad that I hadn’t felt before.

My voice was shaking and so were my hands and when I got on the train I stared straight ahead and was worried.

VIII. Gabriel

It was a car door this time, my brother’s old station wagon that I had used to sneak out that night at 3am to a boy 30 minutes away.

My windshield was still foggy and I genuinely liked him.

He gave me a fist bump when he left and I said “oh no” but I didn’t feel bad about it.

The streetlights cast yellow on his face and the sky would begin to brighten soon. I had to leave for Vermont in 4 hours.

I dropped him on the corner by his house. I idled there for a few minutes, finding directions.

He forgot his wallet, he came back.

I ran too many red lights on the way home but it was too early for anyone to care.

IX. Andrew

I hated that morning.

I woke up at 7 to my alarm and he handed my phone to me so I could turn it off.

“Let me know when you’re about to go so I can lock the door behind you.”

There was a libertarian flag on the wall of his living room and I hated myself for not noticing it in time.

He was gross but he had given me a free pizza two months ago so I had to.

I found my socks, put on my coat.

I told him I was leaving and he got out of bed with a reluctant groan.

He didn’t touch me. I fell two times on the ice walking home.

X. Sam

My friend called as I followed him down the stairs.

“Hey baby.” I said.

“Where are you?” She asked. “Want to come over?”

“I’m out, coming home. Can we snuggle?”

He turned, thought I was talking to him. I said sorry.

He opened the door for me. I was still on the phone.

“Do you need me to call you a car?” My friend was worried.

I gave him a terrible little hug, said something about seeing him later.

I was stroking his hair when he came. I was glad it meant I could leave.

There was a small porch. I didn’t look at it very long.

“No, I’m two minutes from campus.”

When I got to my friend, she told me I could have the rest of her beer so I could get the taste out of my mouth.