#heartofbumble

Tuesdays were typically tough days for Allegra, as she tended to have multiple yoga classes to teach in succession. And for some odd reason, today seemed particularly difficult for her. So she trudged through the doors of her apartment and instead of going straight to her room, she went into Maggie’s room. She made herself comfortable on her best friend’s bed and looked over at Mags with sad eyes and a small pout. “Worked sucked today,” she said before leaning her head on Maggie’s shoulder. “And I can’t even complain about it. I don’t have the words...or the energy.” 

“Oh, come on! You have to enjoy yourself! You’ve taken the night off, so enjoy it!”

“Look, I’m not saying that guy in class was wrong, but,” Allegra began as she leaned against the locker, her head leaning against the locker next to Maggie’s. “Okay, I am. But he was totally making shit up, and you and I both know that! Romeo can’t just bang Juliet! It is completely against Shakespeare’s flow of things. In every play the Bard ever wrote, the central characters have to meet, fall in love, get married, and then bang.” She leaned her back against the lockers and looked up at the ceiling. “God I wish that we could stop driving Romeo and Juliet into the ground. Why can’t Twelfth Night be good enough? Or Cymbeline? Why does it always have to be about the star-crossed lovers with a lack of patience?” She groaned and she looked over at her friend knowingly. “And yes, I am putting off cheerleading practice. Remind me why I tried out again?” 

“It’s just, uh” they stop to look around, “A huge mess,” they lift their head, giving Maggie their best grin. It’s not often they invite friends over, so it might explain why a sudden impulsive invitation on their part, created such a flurry of motions that translated into an attempt to make their living room table not look like someone took a boo, tore it to shreds, and dumped it over their laptop. “These are just old notes I was planning on throwing away, anyway, don’t worry, the, uh, the important stuff is... Uh... Heck, where is it, ah yeah, there,” they point at a stack of notebooks standing tall next to the TV. “I think... at least... Anyway, go ahead, make yourself at home! Want some hot cocoa? I went groceries this morning and I think I bought some.”