– it's sublime with you

“Obviously,” Kat repeated without even realising she was echoing the other girl. It wasn’t hard for her to fall back into the habit of following Andrea’s lead, there was a special brand of alpha energy that Drea radiated that Katherine simply couldn’t help but feel magnetized to, whenever they were around each other. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly at Drea’s response, rolling her eyes as she leaned back in her chair, “Yeah, okay- and I hope you never make-a-wish to not be a bitch, cos that’s not happening either,” she assured the other girl, though it was unlikely that complete strangers had randomly asked Andrea if she was sick or not based solely on her complexion as many times as it had happened to Kat in her lifetime. 

A moment later she tried to wave over an employee of the cafe who blatantly ignored her. It appeared they had either finished their shift or were on break and either way, there wasn’t any table surface at the cafe, everything was at the counter and if Kat had bothered to look that way for even a moment, she might have noticed that. She clicked her tongue again, feeling scorned by the barista, “I need a boyfriend- can you imagine how cute it would be to babysit the house with a boyfriend?” she’d meant housesit, evidently and had forgotten that she hadn’t even explained to Drea that she was housesitting anyway but she was pretty sure she made her point regardless, “It would be so grown up like- you know- making dinner together, having wine and talking about our days, watching a movie and going to bed,” she spoke wistfully about a man that didn’t exist, “Sex in the kitchen without having to worry about a roommate being weird or like- fucking up your deposit if you do something to the counter,” that addition was slightly different to the rest of her daydream but she thought it all worked together in tandem. “- but it’s fine. If I don’t find a boyfriend in the next two days you can still come over,” she assured Drea, reaching out to grab the other girls wrist affectionately, “We can listen to Jonas Brothers and make grilled cheese and drink ourselves into a coma without having to worry about Sister Michael smelling the alcohol on us,”

drea immediately grinned at the response her joke had earned. tongue click and eye roll let her know that the joke had landed. “ well duh, they’d say no because i’m obviously perfect. ” she mused with false self assurance, lips splitting into another smile once she’d said her piece. quickly she fell into routine of teasing and just light bullying and saying the word obviously far too much. 

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Katherine had successfully settled into her new place, having easily befriended her new roommates, decorated her room and grown used to the neighborhood she’d be calling home for the foreseeable future. Her classes remained fairly consistent, she hadn’t had to adjust too much and now all that was left to do was restructure her relationship with her old best friend. She didn’t expect it to be particularly difficult, especially not now that she was wandering over to meet Andrea at a cafe not far from campus, the sun was shining and Kat had a whole day void of responsibility to spend exclusively doing whatever she wanted. 

“Oh my God, hi,” Katherine chimed loudly as she approached the table where Drea was already seated, seemingly occupying her time with whatever it was that adorned the screen on her phone. “I have had a crazy day- basically have to introduce myself to you new because hello? I’m a millionaire now like fucking hell, I have to show you-” Kat explained, near breathlessly as she dumped her bag onto the floor, shoved a napkin dispenser and a jar of brown sugar atop the table out of her way and made herself quite at home opposite Andrea, wasting no time as she got to her point. “Look it,” she encouraged as she pulled a photo up on her phone and handed it to Andrea, “Swipe too- that’s the house I’m living in,” for the next few days while she was housesitting at least, though that detail was on the way, “By myself like I married a Jonas Brother or something- do you love it? You should come over, oh my god, we can sleepover like old times,” 

it seemed every time drea was on the verge of dropping out, becoming a hippy in a van with an etsy shop, something pulled her back in. first it was the tiny amount of excitement her parents got from her deciding she wanted to study a science, a science that bled into everything they knew. that kept her there. then that she made friends in her course, that the only reason they were friends was shared classes, that kept her there a little bit longer. now kat. while they weren’t living together like they had been at boarding school, being on the same campus was a huge step up from opposite sides of the country. she’d missed her. but she was terrified of how things might have changed. 

“i mean, it wouldn’t be too subtle if i was just announcing it, right? though maybe that’s what i want you to think,” mili said, making a finger gun gesture with her hand at her like that would help her lame joke. examining the houses a second time, willing to consider her opinion, mili took a second before replying, finally coming to a conclusion. “no, i think it’s just you, i like the colors, though i can kinda see what you mean. fruity pebbles and bananas in one sentence just made me hungry though, do you know if there’s a place one can eat around here?”

“You can’t judge a book by its cover man, like look at him,” Charlotte sat up more, resting on her knees as she gestured to the man while he stared up at the sky, a dumbfounded look on his face, “Maybe he’s secretly a poet, he writes all these amazing fucking sonnets about his wife? Yeah? He could be like… the next Jerry Garcia for all we know,” Lottie looked over at the other, trying to keep the serious expression on her face before she laughed, “Okay no he probably goes home and jerks off to hot sorority girl initiation pornos, but like, it’s fun to imagine at least.”

            drea pearson’s instagram feed 11 / 24 / 2019

“What do you think my chances are I won’t get tackled to the ground if I try and steal the campus guard’s taser,” Lottie pondered as she smacked her gum, resting her chin on her hand and watching the portly man walk around the entrance of the library, tugging at his tight belt and scratching at his beard, “I wonder what his life is like… he’s so intriguing…. like a fairytale ogre come to life, guarding all us with nothing but his wits and a whistle.”

now that she’d been here for a while, mili could not figure out why she’d chosen to live in griffin street when garcia row was right there, with its pretty colors and its pretty everything. she’d been walking around the neighborhood for a bit now, probably looking like a stalker to anyone that paid any attention to her presence, and initially she’d thought of coming to see viktor but at some point she’d forgotten that was her mission, distracted by the pretty architecture. she’d been staring at a house for a while, when she sensed someone was actually staring at her, and the realization startled it. “cross my heart, i wasn’t planning a robbery, just thinking if i could paint the outside of my place like that — but if i was planning a robbery, it’d be stupid easy if people keep leaving their windows open all the way like that. rookie mistake, gotta say it.”

ALISHA BOE / CIS FEMALE — don’t look now, but is that andrea pearson i see? the 19 year old psychology student is in their sophomore year and she is a huntington alum. i hear they can be creative, quick witted, short tempered and judgemental, so maybe keep that in mind. i bet she will make a name for themselves living in turner apartments. ( sam. 22. aest. she/her. )