Aching to sleep but knowing I shouldn’t stop, I scribble away, pen tip scratching at the surface of a battered piece of paper. An old art, often forgotten in this digital age, a tradition forsaken for the ease of a computer. I know the ways of a digital artist, I’ve dabbled in it myself. But still I prefer the feel of pen to a tablet pen, paper to a tablet. Simple as it is, its easy to create something that could never be recreated, never quite the same at least.
Early morning light just begins seeping past the curtain, the tired sigh escapes with my breath. Its been a long night, and it was all ready the next day. This would be a fun one to explain to my roommate. I knew even now she’d be awake, starting her ritualistic shower as she started her day.
There was a comfort in her obsessive morning ritual. Something safe that would always remain the same. Glancing at the clock, I hear the water click on. 6:03 blinks in the bright green lettering. Today she’s running late. Looking back at the paper, I see what I have done. Tonight had been an unfruitful one as I frowned thoughtfully at the work I had created. The paper was covered in scratches and designs, every corner was filled. My mind had been so full with the activities of the day, the night of art had done little good.
Sighing and stuffing the paper into the folder on my desk I stretched out glancing at the clock again. 6:15 now and the green glow seemed a little sharper then before. Reaching for a bottle of water, I chugged what was left before emerging. One small snack before taking my 3 hour nap before work. You might ask why I do this to myself, but there’s no rhyme or reason. I’m not tired, so I don’t sleep. But I work a ten hour shift, therefore I will need sleep. So I get a few precious hours in before work, then I go about my day.
Shuffling to the kitchen I hear the bathroom door slam. She must be having a bad hair day, she was always louder when irritated. Suppressing the urge to smirk, I went to see what was wrong. It was always interesting picking apart her thoughts.
“Bad morning all ready?” I asked, noticing her room was more of a wreck then normal. She did get in kind of late. “Ah, you’ve broken a house rule again I see.” I say motioning to the naked boy exposing himself on her bed.
“I’m not in the mood Anabelle.” She hissed drying her hair.
I had to hand it to her, she was a pretty thing. She stood naked and drying her hair. Not too busty and not too much chub, she was someone everyone seemed to like and most wanted in bed.
“Now now Haely, no matter how late you are, doesn’t mean you have to get snippety and use that kind of language.” I retorted. “The rule is simple, call me ahead of time so I know who’s in our apartment.
She sighed and threw her towel at the boy. Shocked he cried out and rolled off the bed. “I’m sorry, Ana, I didn’t get in until 3 and I didn’t want to disturb your late night art binge. I know how you get. Now I’m late, do you mind feeding him? I know you don’t work today.” she said as she pulled on her bra and worked into her panties.
For a moment I did nothing but stared at her. “Yes I…Oh wait.” My mind raced back to a call I had the day before. My shift had been changed. I had Sunday off instead of Monday. “Well why don’t you feed it before you leave.” I said refusing to refer to the poor boy as anything more then an unpleasant smell in my home.
“HE won’t be waking up for a while. Please, I know how you are when we have people over, and you do not want him in our kitchen.” she laughed now dressed and headed to her first class. She was working on her masters. I had a bachelor’s degree in art, but that didn’t really pay all the bills, so I worked full time at a restaurant that did good business. My tips were pretty good because I knew how to play the game. I could be whatever the customer was looking for.
Its how I made the real money. Salary was so-so but the tips could be great. And because I do my own tables, I didn’t have to split it with a bus boy.
I sighed leaving her room and locking the door. She gave me the awkward hug she knew I hated before she left.
Shaking my head I started to pull out eggs and started to cook. Humming I started to zone as I made my breakfast. I enjoyed cooking but being a waitress paid me better. I felt something on my shoulder and screamed slamming the frying pan against the side of the intruder’s cheek.
He cried out and fell. I blinked and dropped the pan. It was the mystery boy she had slept with. “OH…I … Wow…Sorry about that, but you probably shouldn’t have snuck up on me…” I said sheepishly, just glad I had hit him with the cool frying pan. I shut off the stove top and plated the food as he grumbled standing up.
“…So you smash in the face of all your visitors…?” He chuckled with a thick southern accent. It was a deep boyish tone, really rather sexy.
I looked at him and tilted my head. “Honestly? Yes, especially if they come up behind me with no warning.” I said with another shrug before returning to my food.
Again he grabbed my shoulder. I shrugged and pulled away from him. “Don’t touch me.” I said in a low voice.
“Whoa, chill out.” He said backing up and his hands up. “What’s your deal babe? Last night still got you tingling?” He grinned.
Breath caught in my throat I blinked at him. He was hot, and that smirk made it better. “Uhm…Last night wasn’t me. That was my roommate!” I said hurriedly eyes wide.
He raked a hand through his mussed dark hair and eyed me lazily. “Yeah I guess you are a bit different then the girl from last night…” He said slowly looking me up and down.
I fought a blush. “Yeah, I’m more like two of her.” I muttered heading to the table with my plate. Crossing my legs after sitting down.
“Now that’s not what I meant.” he said hurriedly and sat across from me. Refusing to look up I listened as he continued. “I meant more like your hair is shorter and lighter then hers, and well, you’re shorter and…I should shut up while I’m ahead.” he said chuckling nervously.
I managed to smile a little. He was sweet at least, he was trying to make up for a bad first impression. “Well, I guess that’s as good an apology as I’m getting from you.” I smirked and watched him squirm.
“I’m not the best at words.” he admitted with a sheepish smile.
“Well fair enough then, feel free to make yourself a bowl of cereal.” I said motioning to the fridge and returning to my plate.
“What no eggs for me?” he pouted leaning over the table.
Lifting the fork back to my lips I grinned. “Nope.” then I took the bite. Giggling as he pouted and standing up and walking past me. I lifted the fork again and blinked as I was eye to eye. He grinned snagging the bite, near enough to kiss, but our lips never touched. Chuckling he left me sitting there as he rummaged through the cupboards looking for the cereal.
I disappeared, hurrying to my room to escape my own heart’s beating.
What the hell had just happened . . . ?

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