A Soft October Night | Billie & Janika
Janika sat on the sofa in the living room, nose once again buried in the book she had been trying to finish for ages but continued to discard as she got distracted. Which was exactly what was happening now, though there was nothing to distract her but the silence of the house and her own thoughts. Since Billie had run off to who knows where the house had been unnervingly silent. Not that Billie was loud in any way, but it was just so different living by herself and not at least hearing her footsteps upstairs or the quiet guitar music coming from her room.
With a groan, Janika flopped over until she was lying upside down on the sofa, her head hanging off the edge. Her hair pooled on the floor below her and she could feel the blood rushing to her head. She missed Billieâs presence in the house, she couldnât deny it. Over the short time they had lived together she had grown quite fond of her clone. She had worried a lot when Billie disappeared, but there was no way to contact her. The only thing she could do was wait for the DYAD to find her and bring her back, which she knew must happen eventually. There was no way the organization would just let her go.
Until then, she spent her time off trying (and failing) to read her book. She hadnât touched anything in the house, though she had said she was going to paint and decorate for Halloween. Though she knew it was ridiculous, she didnât feel right about changing things without Billie being in on it. There was no way she could know when her roommate would return, or honestly, if she even would. But something still held her back from changing things.
She lay in silence for a little while longer, feeling her face turn increasingly red the longer she remained upside down. Suddenly, the door opened. Janika jumped a little and sat up straight on the sofa. Or at least, she tried to. Having sorely misgauged her distance from the coffee table, her head smacked into the corner.
âOww,â she groaned, clutching her head and squeezing her eyes shut. âGood job moron,â she chastised herself, still not even knowing who had come into the house.













