It started at Kabuki. SF didn't order anything, but he kept us girls company while we ate and bantered about nail polish, sunburns, and the hilarity of Roomie's glass slipping through her fingers and landing loudly on the table. I was worried when I first learned that Friend would be joining us, wondering if SF's mere presence would be enough to piss her off. But if she was, she didn't seem to acknowledge it because she was perfectly happy.
I desperately wanted to split up our table so I could have SF to myself by the time the check came. Thankfully, Roomie and Friend walked to Pinkberry and SF and I walked in the opposite direction to Bank of America so I could deposit my wad of cash into the ATM. Deposit complete, we walked back to my apartment and immediately plopped down in Roomie's bedroom to play Shadow of the Colossus on her Play Station 2 (I'd been playing it earlier that day and got hooked).
A few minutes later, before we could even get the game started, Roomie and Friend returned and Friend took the controller to start a new game. Um, oh, okay.... She skipped through the introduction, declaring that it bored her and would figure it all out on her own. Roomie even shot back with, "You just missed your whole mission so good luck with that." The moment my mouth opened to tell Friend what to do since she didn't know, she screamed, "Don't help me! I got it!" and I shut the hell up like an enraged clam, sitting with my arms crossed next to SF and sharing rolled eyes with Roomie.
Once SF began helping her, I bumped his leg with my knee and he said, "Stop telling me to not help her." I sighed. Great. After killing one colossi, she handed the controller to me so I could continue with my game. Thanks, bitch. I got down to business, only I kept screwing up while trying to grab onto a platform and kept receiving snarky comments from Friend and SF. I just wanted to say, "No one talk to me anymore, okay?" SF had his laptop out and was showing Friend cute pictures online, hissing her over to look at them. Jerk. Finally I handed him the controller so he could help me beat the collosi and Friend made a comment about me not beating any myself. "I beat the second one myself," I told her. But the same thing happened with the next colossi. It was a giant bird. After killing it halfway, I had no choice but to give SF the controller again so he could kill it.
Friend wanted a Slurpie. I hate the things. The chemicals burn my tongue. I never had them as a child since my mother considered them to be poison, which is quite correct. This, apparently, was an outrage. Friend and SF immediately drove me to the nearest 7-11 to grab one for each. I didn't buy anything. Gas station food? Are you kidding me? SF noticed how quiet and aloof I was, which had everything to do with the fact Friend hadn't left yet. It must have been 11 by then. SF kept telling me to smile but I didn't know what to do but look away.
When we returned home with their death drinks, Twizzlers, and chips, I popped in Howl's Moving Castle to watch as SF and I fell asleep on Roomie's bed (she left for Orlando before that and said I had her room to myself). It was 1:30 am when the movie ended and Friend gathered her things to leave. SF stood up to retrieve his cell phone and I patted the pillow next to me, the universal sign for "come sleep next to me." He obliged, already being exhausted.
But it wasn't the same. There was no cuddle involved. Just our separate bodies laying on a futon. I had a restless sleep, waking up every few hours, usually to his snores.
When the sun was up, I stole his arm somewhat and clutched it. It was the only thing I was allowed to grab on to. And he finally woke at 9:20, a bit pissed that he'd be late for class, he said he didn't feel good, but got dressed anyway. I walked him to the elevator and gave him a brief hug goodbye before leaving him with the feeling of rain clouds in my chest.
I have a hunch that a simple thing like sleeping over just became oddly complicated.
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