Lines in the Ice

Chapter 3

I tried to convince Michael to carry me to his dorm. He rejected my idea every single time, claiming that I have feet and I should use them. I just think he doesn’t want to be seen by his buddies, as he’s carrying me.

I didn’t pick up my feet as I walked, making that horrible dragging noise. I can tell it’s bothering him. Good, that’s the idea. Although when he came to an abrupt stop I ran into him. I think I crushed my nose.

“We’re home,” he said in a sing-song voice. I gave a groan for my answer.

“Hurry up with your damn keys,” I hissed, of course he just laughed at me.

The door finally swung open and I walked in. There were two beds. Two glorious beds.

I collapsed on the nearest one and closed my eyes. Unfortunately I didn’t notice the other person in the bed. That also means I landed half on him. He gave a low moan, it did not sound like my landing tickled him.

“Michael, what are you doing?” The guy didn’t look up.

“Sorry dude, Brenna’s really tired, apparently,” Michael laughed.

The guy finally looked up. He looked right at me before starting to talk, “Get out of my bed and we can be friends.”

He didn’t give me a choice. He made the statement and then pushed me right onto the floor. Now my butt really hurts. That was not nice, no way are we being friends. Michael’s hand found it’s way in front of me.

“Thanks Michael.”

“Anytime. Sorry for my snob of a roommate.” He turned around and grabbed some clothes from a dresser, probably his. “Here, you can sleep in these. Maybe we can swing by your house tomorrow and grab some clothes.”

“You just want to go to my house, stalker.”

“Hey, if I’m going to be your stalker I’m going to be your favorite stalker,” he joked.

I playfully hit him and he reached to tickle me. I jumped from him and ran to the bathroom.

“You can’t stay in there forever,” I heard Michael say from the other side of the door.

“Seriously, just go to bed,” his roommate said.

See this is how things work. Michael does something weird and I give him a title. Then Michael jokes around with it until we end up in a tickling war. When there aren’t any quick escapes like this bathroom I always loose. It’s sad, really. I don't really expect Michael to be my stalker.

I changed into the large tee-shirt and a pair of boxers. They’re like shorts, but they’re not. The shirt’s almost like a dress. Let’s just go with I’m wearing a dress with some shorts underneath.

I looked in the mirror. Bright blue eyes stared back, my chestnut hair started to curl up. Why does water have to ruin a perfectly good straightening job?

I walked out and Michael was already napping on his bed. I waited for him to at least move over and let me get in the bed, but he didn’t. He knows I’m standing here, why else would he be smiling.

“I’m too lazy,” he said in a mocking tone, “Climb over to the other side.”

I grumbled before doing just that. As I was getting comfortable he moved and squished me against the wall. He wouldn’t budge, it was like being stuck between a rock and a wall. Actually, it was more like being stuck between a rock and a cement building. Him being the cement building.

“Night,” he sighed. I said nothing.

I closed my eyes waited for the sweet blackness of sleep. I used Michael as pillow, considering he was hogging them all.