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It was a summer morning in the apartment when Jessica decided to open the window. She knew it was cold at that time but she was wearing one of Sam’s ginormous sweaters that was even too big on him. Sam was sleeping in the next room over but he’d be fine since he stole all the bed sheets anyway. She started making breakfast for herself before her morning lecture, just something simple so she wouldn’t be starving in class.
She was jealous, Sam had it easier on Tuesdays. His homework was usually dye Mondays and he didn’t have any lectures on Tuesdays. It was the perfect rest and recuperate schedule. She unfortunately wasn’t so lucky.
Her toast popped from the toaster and she grabbed it quickly, slapping it on the plate quicker then she grabbed it because of how hot it was. She went to look at the time and her eyes widened when she realized it was 20 minutes later than she thought it was. Grabbing the plain toast she ran out of their apartment and to her lecture hall.
Her professor was halfway through rambling about a cell theory when her phone rang, signifying a text from Sam.
Sam: Beef or chicken?
So he was at the grocery store, she knew that they couldn’t afford both that week since neither of them got paid until Friday.
Jess: Chicken, and grab some two bite brownies too. Brady’s mad at me and I need to fix that :/
Sam: What did you do? Lol
Jess: I kicked his ass at poker. 😏
Sam: Of course you did. :)
She got home 2 hours later to find a cake that was hastily frosted and decorated with a note.
‘I thought I had more time, but this’ll have to do. - Sam’
Sam usually lounged around on Tuesdays so she had no idea what he was up to. She hoped he was having fun, though. She left the cake in case he had plans for it and pulled her art easel out of the corner.
She loved painting, and with practice she knew she’d eventually get pretty good at it. Their apartment was already decorated with the paintings that she did but that didn’t stop her from making more. Maybe one day she’d be good enough to sell some of the paintings to help with the bills.
Whenever the brush hit the canvas it calmed her nerves, whenever she got all jittery or anxious she just grabbed a canvas or sketched something in her notebook. Something about striving for perfection in her art while her world around her was far from perfect was poetic.
But she wasn’t complaining about her life, she wouldn’t change a thing. She had an amazing boyfriend, great friends, and a great career ahead of her.
She shoved the paintings and the canvas back into the corner before having a shower.
When she got out she heard Sam and Brady in the kitchen. She walked out of the bathroom and heard them bickering about something.
“You’re definitely better at law essays than baking.”
“Why do you think you can talk? You set water on fire trying to make tea.”
She chuckled and walked over to the two. “Maybe Sam should take baking classes instead?”
“Jess, you’re supposed to be on my team.” Sam said, feigning being offended.
“Come on, teammates are supposed to point out flaws.”
“You know what? Fine, I’ll make a pretty cake.” Sam said, walking over to the fridge and pulling out the leftover icing.
“How are you going to do that?” Brady asked, observing that Sam and Jess were practically out of sugar.
“It’s simple.” He said, walking over to Jess and rubbing it all over her face.
“Sam!” Jess exclaimed, wiping it off. “I just got out of the shower.”
“Well now you’re a cake.” Brady cackled and Jess smacked him in the head with the notepad they had on the counter.
Sam snorted and Jess looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, “Oh don’t think you’re safe.” She said, taking a cup full of flour and dumping it on his head.
“Jess!” He said, patting down his hair to try and get it out.
“I guess our L’oreal model is upset that you messed up his perfect hair.” Brady quipped before getting some wash clothes for the two.
There was a silent agreement to not waste anymore food because while it was fun Sam and Jess really couldn’t afford it. College was fun but bills were awful.
Sam, Jess, and Brady then spent the next 40 minutes putting together their collective genius to try and cook something decent for dinner.
“So I know that you two are typically more book nerdy than party goers.” Brady started, making some sort of sauce with a bunch of leftover bottles in the fridge. “But Jimmy is having this party on Saturday and everyone is gonna be there. He’s a little hurt that my best friends are apparently too good for his parties.”
“Can’t, I’ve got a presentation on Sunday I have to practice for.” Sam explained, banging one of the stove burners with a pot to try and get it to work.
“No, you gotta hit it like this.” Jess stated, walking over and pressing down on it, then slapping it with her hand.
“Fine, smartman. How about you Jess?”
Jess sighed, “I guess I can come.”
A couple hours later Brady was gone and they were cleaning up from dinner.
“He can critique us but he can’t wash a couple dishes.” Sam joked, scrubbing one of the pans while Jess wiped the counter.
She tossed the rag into the sink and Sam splashed her with a little water in retaliation. “You don’t have a presentation on Sunday, do you?”
“Nope, I just hate parties.”
“I do too, I’m planning on being sick Saturday night.”
“Oh? I can present my fake Powerpoint to you.”
She hoisted herself up on the counter and pulled Sam in for a kiss, “I think I’d like that.”
A few blocks away Brady was sitting on a park bench about a block away, staring at the apartment complex that Jess and Sam occupied.
He watched as the lights turned off and sighed. Azazel told him not to get attached, but he couldn’t help it. The two of them reminded him of his time as a human, long before Hell. They made him feel loved and welcomed.
In a few weeks from now, that wouldn’t be the case. Soon they’d both be gone in a way. Sam would lose his childish life to him, Jess would be brutally murdered, and their friendship would’ve been for nothing. The three musketeers weren’t so great after all.