Fragile Little Things ?

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And I became an incredibly angry vacuum when I was running out of snacks every two days because Scarlett was too lazy to buy her own. She didn’t even have the courtesy of asking me before she ripped the packets open.

Tiredness settled on my brow like a dark cloud. Right, sleep time, not rant about roommate time. I closed my eyes and finally relaxed my body, when a noise jolted me awake. I sat up, glancing around my room.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

When it finally dawned on me, my cheeks warmed.

Holy. Shit. That was not something I wanted to hear. The thuds grew louder and faster and were mixed with moans (mostly male). It was…mortifying.

I laid back down and tried to ignore it. It’s alright, I told myself. It’s okay. Totally fine to hear something like this after the shittiest break up ever. Just go to sleep. But when I reached up to brush my eyes out of my hair, my cheeks were wet.

*

Tuesday mornings were an early shift at the flower shop. I woke up late and disgruntled, with a throbbing pain at my forehead. One glance at my phone set me into a frenzy. I was already ten minutes late. There were three missed calls and two texts from Mae.

Hurry your ass up!

Renley’s Florist’s have closed down and their customers are pouring in here.

I rubbed violently at my eyes, which got extra crusty when I cried. Then I tore away from my bed and grabbed my towel and a change of clothes, dashing to the bathroom.

When I opened the door, I screamed.

Stood in front of me, half naked, was Scarlett’s tall skinny conquest from last night. He looked at me with wide eyes, his brown hair freshly wet. The towel around his waist was the only thing saving my sanity.

You know, until I figured that he was brushing his teeth with My. Fucking. Toothbrush.

I ripped the toothbrush from his hands like a monster reborn.

He flinched away from me. “Woah, lady, what’s going on?”

“What’s going on?” I shrieked. “This is my toothbrush.” I shoved said toothbrush into his face violently.

His jaw opened slightly. “Yours? Scar told me the purple one was a spare.”

I was all but frothing at the mouth at this point. “She—what?!”

But Tall Skinny Dude wasn’t listening, he was too busy staring at the underwear I’d nestled atop the change of clothes and towels in my hands. I grit my teeth.

“Get out!” I yelled.

His eyes flickered to mine. “But I need to change—”

“Get. Out!”

“I’m going, I’m going!” he squeaked.

I caught sight of his clothes on my laundry basket. Infuriated, I grabbed them between my forefinger and pinkie and chucked them out the window.

I couldn’t be bothered if I’d scared a guy into walking out the apartment with only a towel to save his dignity. I stared in disgust at my poor purple toothbrush.

I leaned back to steal a glance at the clock mounted to the wall in the hallway. 8:20. Shit. Mae was going to smoke me. I couldn’t brush my teeth, and stupid Skinny Tall Dude had wasted ten precious minutes of my time. I was going to have to ditch the shower.