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Since the beginning of uni, Logan and I have met up every week in the library. We usually do homework or sleep (I do most of the sleeping). We only do it because we both need to get out of our dorms. Recently, Logan decided we should have a mini book club. And by book club I mean it's just me and Logan reading classics and arguing over metaphors.
"Virgil?"
"Mm?" I groan, lifting my head off the table so that hair falls in my face. I re-dyed my hair last week so Logan looks like he's got a layer of washed down purple paint over him.
"Are you alright?" He says completely monotone, moving my hair out of my eyes.
If you met Logan and didn't know he's got the outward emotion of a robot, then you'd probably think he's an asshole. He's actually pretty sensitive once you get to know him, but you wouldn't know that from the 'I'm smarter than you' look that's permanently seared into his face.
"Mmm" I know I'm being kind of an asshole for ignoring him, but I didn't get any sleep. Plus Roman was singing his heart out at 5am and woke me up.
"Virgil." He says, pushing up his square nerd glasses.
"Whaaattt" This was the first word i had said in 20 minutes.
"You didn't read chapter 24, did you." Hes got that knowing 'i'm smarter than you' look on his face that a mom would give u when you tell her u did the dishes in front of a full sink.
I sigh and bite my lips. One thing I love/hate about Logan's so good at reading my body language that most of the time U don't need to talk.
"It's alright." He says, closing the book before I can apologize.
God why am I such an asshole.
"You're not an a-hole." There he goes again
I roll my eyes at him
"So, why didn't you get any sleep? Your eye bags are taking up half of your face."
"Big test" I mumble. I don't mention the Roman thing, Logan got sick of me talking about Roman way back in the Mesozoic Era.
He pats my hand awkwardly and checks his watch.
"I better be off now, you know how Patton is."
"Still a nervous nelly?" That earns me a very rare Logan smile.
"Not any bigger than you"
"Glad to know I don't have competition."
He goes to leave and I feel the overwhelming urge to beg him to stay. But I don't. And the moment he's gone that melancholy feeling is back.
My hair falls over my eyes and I blow it out of my face. The screen of my laptop is too bright even on the lowest setting in the daytime m. I open up a quizlet (college students best friend) and get back to studying.
As I play around with the touchpad I'm pretty sure my brain is made entirely out of mush after all this. I don't even know if I still have blood in my veins or if it's just coffee and energy drinks. It's not like I have enough mental capacity to care.
Walking into class on autopilot is like walking into a white room with the devil screeching in your ears.
On my autopilot, I didn't notice that someone was in my unassigned assigned seat and almost sat down.
I tried to make it look like I was tripping over myself, which resulted in being objectively more embarrassing.
I sat down a good distance away from Mr. Steal Your Aeat, and pulled out my phone to text Logan
1:34
Some asshole was in my not assigned assigned seat kms
1:34
Just get a different seat.
1:35
I did but that MY seat
1:35
There aren't assigned seats.
1:35
You don't understand
1:36
Have you developed some sort of sentimental value to that seat, as you have with your roommate?
1:36
ugh don't bring him up
1:36
You seem to have no problem bringing him up during book club.
1:36
ugh don't start
1:36
Though, I am still troubling to see the correlation between the classic that is Dracula, and Romans "hot bod".
1:37
I DIDNNOT CALL HIS BOD HOT
STOP PUTTING WORDS IN MY MOUTH
I DONT THINK HES HOT
1:37
Uhuh.
1:37
STOP.
1:37
:)
1:38
I DONT EVEN LIKE HIM
ive gotta take my test
I swear Mr.P is gunna kill me one of these days
TTYL
1:38
The only thing that will kill you is natural selection. And maybe a slip in the tub.
1:38
Thanks for the wishes of good luck jackass
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I'm pretty sure my psychology midterm was actually an experiment to see how much the human body could take.
I spent most of the test keeping my eyes open and trying to explode the kid clicking his pen with my mind.
After dragging myself through the test and handing it in, I immediately fell asleep on my desk. (And had to be woken up by Mr.Steal Your Seat, which I don't want to think about)
The jingle of my keys in my apartment door is really all that's keeping me sane right. I just need to do my laundry, make something to eat, then I can sleep. God I can feel my heartbeat in my head, I thought dying would be more pleasant. If I could just get the right key, I think it's the purple one?- no it's the one with the purple cover.
I finally get the lock and push the door open. The ground swayed beneath me, maybe I should've slept at-least an hour. Come on one step at a time, just think about how nice that nap is going to be. Smell that sweet fabric softener.
"Woah! Jesus Christ, you look like hell." Oh great. And there's Roman, leaning on our counter in a simple white shirtsleeve and pajama pants.
His usually perfect curly hair is slightly sticking up, he looks like he just rolled out of bed more gracefully than a white swan. He's got one hand on the counter like he's trying to show off the definition of his muscles. The other holding a mug that says "Really Obviously Muscular And Nice".
"Virgil? Hey? Helllloooooo." I didn't realize I wasn't speaking (or blinking) until he was right in front of me. He's a head taller than me and hunching to make eye contact.
He snaps his fingers infront of my face and I want to bat them away but I'm too tired to put in the effort.
"Earth to Virgil? You there nerd?" He shakes my shoulders and completely throws me off balance like a rag doll. I'm already asleep when I fall forward into his arms.
-
When my eyes finally open, Roman is gone. It takes me a couple seconds to remember everything, and where I am.
I'm laying on the couch with a pillow from Romans bed, and one of my weighted anxiety blankets thrown over me. I'm nicely tucked in and my hair is brushed out of my face.
There is the comforting sound of rain tapping and trickling against the windows and "Hercules" playing on the Tv.
My cat, Jinx, is curled up at my feet licking her paws. Crap, I forgot to feed her. I immediately sit up to check the bowl, and see it's full. I guess Jinx got it herself. She's a smart girl. Wish she could've taken my midterm for me.
But I can't relax yet, I still have to do laundry. And who knows how much time I lost before work. Almost as if on cue, I notice a laundry bin of clothes, my clothes, clean and folded. So I guess either Jinx is actually a changeling taken the form of a cat, or Patton came over or something. I feel kind of embarrassed, because Patton probably thinks I'm incompetent for not feeding my cat or doing my laundry. Knowing him he probably deep cleaned the whole apartment.
My stomach rumbles and I notice a small pizza box with garlic knots. Patton hates garlic knots (I know, it almost made me cut ties too). I really hope they don't have cat hair on them, I'm so hungry.
I reach for the knots and pick up the small post it on top:
"I'm not sure if you even like pizza or garlic knots, but if you don't I'm making you move out.
-Roman"
His name is spelt in swirly calligraphy that you would see in a celebrity's signature. All of my pre- nap comes back to me and I want to scream my throat hoarse, jump out our window, and start a new life in Canada. (If I was in Canada i definitely would not have collapsed on Roman Prince)
I collapsed in front of roman. Not even in front of him, On TOP of him. This has to be some diabolical prank, maybe he's trying to give me food poisoning. Or a rat is going to jump out of the pizza box.
I gnaw my lip. Wait a minute, why would he do this? He doesn't even like me.
The gentle tap of rain clears my mind. Even though the sun is out, the rain beats on the windows.
I sigh and open the box, I'm not going to let good food go to waste, even if it's poisoned. And dying of poison is much better than seeing Roman after this whole fiasco.
I make sure to clean up everything and leave no trace that I was sleeping or Roman did anything for me (for both our sakes). Knowing him, we will hopefully never talk about this again.