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Ranboo is going to scream
She has been at university for six weeks and hasn't made a single friend.
Her roommate probably hates her. They never talk, Ranboo had wanted to have a random roommate so that it would be easier for her to make friends, but she is deeply regretting that now. She should've just roomed with her sister, Aimsey. They spend all of their time together anyway.
Aimsey is wicked smart. They're a mechanical engineering major. Ranboo is an art major. Their moms certainly made it clear which major they approved of.
Well, that's not really fair. Ranboos moms support her unendingly. They're sending her to university, they paid for her meal plan, and facetime her every other day just wanting to hear what she's been getting up to and coo about how thin she looks. They just, well, made it very clear they didn't think she was ever going to “get a real job” and they "aren't going to be able to support you financially forever”. Hearing that from your moms never feels good.
She knows that they love her, and they do want her to be happy. That's why they're paying for her to get this degree. It's just that she knows that they are secretly holding out hope that she will change her mind.
Ranboo is currently in the dining hall, on the verge of holding back tears. She just dropped her whole plate of food on the door and hardly anybody is looking at her but she still wants to curl up into a ball and die on the spot.
Aimsey walks up to her as she is on her knees trying to unglue a glob of mashed potatoes from the floor.
“Wow, this is embarrassing for you.” Aimsey says, chuckling to themself.
“Ha, ha.” Ranboo snarks back, not looking up from the dozens of napkins that haven't seemed to help even a little bit.
“Fine, I guess I won't help you,” they sigh, turning their back, “ill see you when you're done making a huge fool of yourself.” they say with a huge sarcastic smile and wave over their shoulder.
“Wait!” Ranboo yells as Aimsey saunters away, “oh you fucking dick, get back here and help me!! Please!!”
They don't even glance back, and Ranboo grumbles about no respect and they better hope i don’t find myself around their school bag with a plate of food anytime soon the entire time it takes for her to clean up the rest of the mess and get a new meal.
She finds Aimsey sitting at a table, shoveling chicken nuggets with ketchup into their mouth.
“What are you, six years old?” she asks, putting her plate down across the table from Aimsey and slouching into her seat. She knows it's not very becoming to sit with this terrible posture, but she figures she can't look any worse to the people in this dining hall than she already does. So, fuck it. She's had a long day.
“You fucking wish,” Aimsey says with their mouth still full, causing little bits of food to go flying and Ranboo to squirm, “in your actual dreams are you older than me, my teeny tiny itty bitty baby sister.” they say, pitching their voice up and making big eyes at her.
Ranboo rolls her eyes, “more like my nightmares. If you're like this now, then I don't even want to imagine what you were like as a baby.”
Aismey tries to flick a french fry at her, but just ends up splattering ketchup on their shirt.
“Fucking shit!” They mumble while trying to use a napkin to get the ketchup off their shirt, barely audible over how hard Ranboo is cackling.
“You know what, that is what you fucking get for not helping me clean up the great dropped plate tragedy of 1776.” Ranboo says, crossing her arms.
“You dropped you plate 10 minutes ago, what the fuck are you talking about?” Aimsey muses, holding up one middle finger while the other hand is still busy cleaning ketchup. “Besisdes, you seemed to get on just fine. And this shirt is stain proof anyway so check and mate, Ran-baby.” they add with a cheesy smile and double finger guns in Ranboos direction.
Ranboo does not consider it a checkmate, but she doesn't want to start something in the middle of the dining hall. If there was ever anybody more annoyingly stubborn than Ranboo, it was Aimsey. So, she drops it.
She reaches into her pocket to check her phone and finds she has a missed text message. Thats weird. The only people who text her are aimsey and her moms, and her moms are supposably at work and aimsey is sitting right in front of her.
Thomas
>> What up boobs???? How are ur classes goin?
Its someone from her floor. They met in the very beginning of the semester, when their RA dragged their whole floor out into the common area. He had insisted on giving her his phone number for some ghastly reason or another. She cant remember, but she has it now and is subjected to his terrible jokes at any and all hours of the day. Even though they make her laugh sometimes. She cant let on.
Princess Ranboo
<< Is that really how you want to speak to a woman? Calling her “boobs”? Hmm, I don’t know who let you out of the test tube, Thomas.
Thomas
>> ugh don’t call me that
Princess Ranboo
<< You can call me “boobs” but I cant call you your actual legal name?
Thomas
>> i just thought it was a funny nickname :(
Princess Ranboo
<< Misogyny is no joke, sir.
“What are you smiling at?” Aismey asks, their mouth still full of food.
Ranboo hadnt realized that she was smiling like and idiot at her phone until aimsey pointed it out. “Just someone on my floor is texting me. Hes a moron” she responds, turning back to her phone briefly, before aimsey snatches it out of her hand.
“Hey!” Ranboo squacks, “give that back!” she yells, reaching for her phone as aimsey dances around giggling, holding it over their head, having to stand on the chair just to keep it out of Ranboos reach.
Aimsey puts on hand on ranboos forehead to keep her back and scrolls through the messages with the other.
“Youve been talking to this guys since the beginning of the semester and you didnt tell me about him??” they ask, tossing the phone back to Ranboo and returning to their seat.
“Its not a big deal,” she responds, patting down her hair from where aimsey ruffled it, “hes just some guy from my floor he just texts me sometimes were not like friends or anything” she says and then lets out a huff as she sits back down.
Aimsey is finished with their meal now and theyre getting ready to leave. Ranboo wanted to have a bit longer with them but she knows that they have class to get to. Oh well. She will see them tonight. She just has to get through a couple of hours by herself. If her roommate isnt home. Gods, she hopes her roomate isnt home.
“Well,” Aismey shrugs, getting up, “let me know when he falls in love with you”
Ranboo chokes on her water “WHAT-”
“All I’m saying is that when a man texts you that much..” they say
“We’re not even friends, Aims! Nothing like that is happening here, I promise you that” she says, crossing her arms.
Aimsey throws up her arms in defeat, backing away from the table, “whatever you say, Ran. whatever you say.”
She narrows her eyes at them as they retreat. They dont know anything, this is just some annoying guy, him texting her doesnt mean anything. She checks her phone again.
Thomas
>> i pinky swear cross my heart and hope to die i am NOT a misoginst
>> i love women
>> in a feminist way
>> trust me
Princess Ranboo
<< Yeah sure. Whatever you say, Thomas.
Thomas
>> >:(
Princess Ranboo
<< :3
She locks her phone and slides it back into her pocket. She finishes up the last few bites of her lunch and returns her plate for it to be cleaned. She grabs an orange on the way out of the dining hall to head back to her dorm. When she gets back to her dorm she is gonna lay in her bed and get all of her homework done. Hopefully aimsey will be free later tonight so they can hang out and Ranboo wont have to spend all night staring at the ceiling and wishing she was someone else.