There was only one door
I had just hit my head onto the door. Great. Not only had I hurt myself but I did in front of these two girls and their hedgehog? I guess one could say the thing was cute but it just seemed to me that it wasn't a quite adequate pet. Maybe it was a communist trend or something. It wasn't like I was about to ask them about it, or about anything for that matter. I found myself quickly breaking one of my self promises though, as soon as I felt Sam's soft hand on mine, pulling me up, and I asked her what had happened
-Apparently you decided to go through the door without opening it first... is that a thing for liberal doors or something?- she smiled, but her eyes shined for a second with something resembling... care? I was about to reply something witty when I felt a throbbing pain in the back of my head. She grabbed my other arm and guided me to the couch, which was surprisingly new and comfortable.
As she went to get me some ice for my bruised head -I hit it pretty hard and still felt a bit dizzy while getting up- I took in the surroundings of the apartment. It looked quite similar to mine, actually. I didn't know what I was expecting, maybe something less taken care of, probably dirtier.
While it was small, and consisted basically of a living room with a couch and an incorporated kitchen and the girls' bedrooms and bathroom, it looked cozier and warmer than mine. There were tons of books on the three shelfs above the tv, and to my surprise, not all of them were politics related. The living room wall, while tiny, was full of pictures of them with what I assumed were their friends, and they'd hang a string of tiny lights which gave of a really chill environment. It made me wonder for a bit what would it feel like not to live all on my own.
I shook my head rapidly, getting rid of that thought. I was great by myself, I'd achieved it thanks to my own merit and my friends had as well. I appreciated that of them, they were people who believed in working hard and being their own bosses. Great system, if you asked me.
Sam came back with the ice wrapped in a cloth and tried applying it to my head, but I took it from her hands. I didn’t want her to touch me again, even when the feel of her hands had made me feel calm while nervous, a rush of electricity that I was yearning to come through my veins once again. The ice on my forehead calmed my rapid thoughts. What was I even thinking? I leaned back against the couch, fixing my eyes on “the Capital” exhibited on the highest shelf and sighed as I closed my eyes for a second.
-Alright I’m gonna leave now
-Are you sure? -Sam’s worried eyes fixed on mine, and I looked at her with disdain before I could begin to feel something
-Yes, I’ve spent way too much time here already, I’m afraid I can catch something
-That would be very free-rider of you honey- she smirked, following my joke and I quickly looked away from her ridiculous lefty face, which was pissing me off more each second. I was sweating again, and I definitely had missed my shift at work. That was why I was so mad, and not because those soft looking hands weren’t...
-Yeah, whatever, bye- I interrupted whatever that train of thought was and got up slowly. I did not want to make myself a fool in front of her, them, actually. I had totally forgot about Sam’s roommate, who was now standing in the kitchen with a tea mug between her hands that tried pretty badly to hide how amused she was with the whole scene- You having fun? - I asked, before turning to the door and trying to open it again.
-I am, in fact- Angela said as she laughed at my miserable attempt to get the door unlocked- need any help?
What I definitely didn’t need at that point was for Sam to get behind me and brush my arm with hers while trying to open the door and failing as well
-What the- she tried the knob several times and ended up pulling it out of the door, almost falling right on top of me, pushing me slightly against the door, her warm breath on my neck. I moved quickly out of there, what if she had lice or something? It was weird, it was really hot, but I shivered. Maybe the hit on the head was affecting me more than I thought
-It seems like it’s so fucking hot out that the lock has melt on itself, I guess you’re staying lib
-Just great, the perfect way to spend my day
-Come on you can stay in my room for a while, I have air conditioned there
I grunted as I followed her into her room, which was decorated pretty much the same as the rest of the house. There were a couple more pictures displayed and some protests posters and banners. It seemed nice enough, at least her bed was made, and I attributed that victory to Peterson as I sat on it, taking off my shoes and looking at Sam. She was looking through the window while waiting for the locksmith company to pick up. I took the liberty of staring at her for a bit. She seemed relaxed enough for the current situation, as if my presence there didn't disturb her at all. One of her hands was close to her ear, holding the phone, and the other took turns in scratching her neck and ruffling her hair. It seemed kinda soft, and I let myself picture my own hands going through it.
Her voice took me off my daydreaming- they're not picking up. Sorry for the trouble, for real. You can use my laptop if you need to do anything for work or whatever
For once, I decided that I had nothing to lose for being nice. I took my phone out and texted my boss that I wasn't feeling well. I had a perfect attendance record and my performance was-humbly- great so I knew he would believe
-I just called in sick. Wanna watch a movie or something? Maybe you can show me what you commies do for fun