Chapter 2
It's been such a long tiring day. You are angry, the department head gave you 10am classes for the upcoming semester, they know you hate mornings. You also know that these old professors are slightly jealous of you, you've been getting nothing but praises from your students and they actually work hard for your course, your coworkers says 'its because the students find her pretty hot' and 'of course the students will work hard her course is not an elective'. Both are true but you know better, you know how to handle your students you deal with them as adults not an bunch of imbeciles unlike your coworkers, you don't toxic them with shit tons of papers and actually give them long not-so-pressuring due dates and you don't fail a student. You always compromise and help them pass your course because then again it is a requirement course. You enjoy teaching Abnormal Psychology and Theories of Personality you joke about psychology all the time and your students love it.
It is 7pm and you know Laura will be home soon, she works overtime every Tuesday and Thursday for extra income you know her schedule by heart. Twinkie started to get bored and decided chasing after her own tail would be a good idea, you watch her fail to catch it over and over and this lights up your mood a little, the puppy seems to notice your mood and he went to where you're sprawled out on your bed so he tried to jump in but failed miserably so you scooped him up and kiss his nose, he smells like Laura and that seems to calm you and as if on cue you hear your door slowly opening, it must be Laura and her tendencies to use the emergency key you made her keep in case you lock yourself out.
"Hey, sweetheart, Twinkie was just-"
It was Elle.
"What are you doing here, Elle? You're not supposed to be here, Laura and I are together now and she will be home soon"
You said that to shoo your ex away.
Elle looks shocked at what you just said and shook her head in disbelief.
"I knew she had a thing for you, but Carmilla are you sure you want to miss another chance for us to be with her?" and that's it, that set you off, Laura is anything but not great, she's amazing and beautiful, you kind of want to wake up with her everyday for the rest of your life and to be honest, if you and Elle hadn't break up and you get to know Laura like you do know, you'll break up with Elle to be with Laura.
"Yes, she's worth it and let's be real Elle you cheated on me thrice and I'm not about to let you do it again to me while I could have anything I want with Laura, she's my everything and well you? had been a good fuck but don't let me get started with Laura Hollis" god, you want to slap yourself for saying the last sentence, you're not sure if the rest of your speech was true but it kinda makes you think about many things but only one person involved.
Maybe you like Laura.
Except you already know the answer to that.
Maybe you feel more than just a 'like'.
Except you're kind of not sure about how she feels about you and afraid of losing her.
She's been a great friend and you flirt with her and she ignores your advances.
Elle huffed and exited your apartment.
Thank god.
after an hour you hear the door opening again and this time you're sure it's Laura, because you heard her say "How's my little one?"
You are currently situated on your couch using the coffee table as a footrest and Twinkie is napping on your stretched out shins, her feet dangling to her sides.
"She's getting her beauty rest, cupcake"
Laura saw your current state and laughed
"You guys make my tiredness drift away, what a bunch of cuties" she snapped a photo of Twinkie and laughed at her own silliness.
"Your snapchat account is full of Twinkie's pictures" the owner of the dog shrugged and gave you a look that says 'can you blame me'
You gave her a small smile.
"You're upset, why?" she asked and whilst placing her hand on yours and squeezing on it to get your attention.
"Creampuff, you know how much I hate mornings and the department head gave me classes before noon"
Kinda true, but kinda not.
You're not really upset, you're just confused.
You've been feeling lots of things that you shouldn't with Laura, it's somehow unsettling.
And Elle's wonderful visit.
She looks at you like you're a math problem that seems impossible to be solved and you blurt out a low "What?"
"I know something that'll make you feel better" Well of course she does.
The next thing you knew is Laura setting up some sort of a little theatre stage and some socks with buttons on them.
You figured it's sock puppets and she gave you a show and jokes.
She's making little voices to make the puppets stay in character but you're not really watching her hands control the puppets, you're watching her. Her face that seems to lighten in every punchline that she blows and how she struggles to stay in character.
She's beautiful and you're fucked.
You're no longer confused, you know it.
You love her.
Slowly but surely you fell for her.
Her caring nature, empathetic point of view and her selflessness. She's completely down to earth and a total cutie. A full package but you couldn't tell it to her, she keeps on ignoring your advances and you're not sure if she's the relationship kind of person because she's never mentioned someone special before.
Later that night she fell asleep on her bed while you were playing with a hyperactive dog on the floor of Laura's bedroom. She's not making any noise at all which is extremely comforting just the rhythm of her slow breathing, unlike Elle who snores like a caveman. You wonder if maybe she's an angel because the way she looks when she's asleep. Mouth slightly parted and relaxed facial muscles, maybe she's truly an angel.
Your angel.
You decided to go home but before you leave you snapped a picture of her so you could keep this moment for as long as your device can. Kissing her head before you leave the apartment.
Night owl is how describe yourself and while you're laying down your bed waiting for sleep to come visit you think about Laura as you have done for the past few months. She's like your coffee that wakes you in the morning and keeps you up all night.
Because maybe you love her.
Scratch that, you do love her.