I'm participating in #springintoastory to build a healthy, consistent writing habit!
The first prompt is Spring Break, and Lisa and Monica are from my sapphic aro ace romance - Returning to You. 💜
"I think you should stay with me here for spring break."
Lisa looked up as her dormmate walked through the door to their dorm room. Monica's black hair was windswept, but she didn't seem to mind.
"I thought you were going home? You don't live that far away."
Monica frowned as she hung up her coat in their tight closet. "Mama keeps telling me to live life to the fullest. Enjoy the college life."
"Campus is going to be dead, though."
"I mean," Monica sighed as she collapsed in her desk chair, head thrown over the back of the headrest. Lisa shut her economics textbook and gave Monica her full attention. "There's a few frat parties I've heard about. I might go to those. And there's always something going on in Chicago."
"Do you want to spend your spring break getting drunk every night?"
"I mean, I wouldn't mind."
Monica rolled her chair across the room. "Look, I know you're not into the party scene."
"I would like to pass my classes –"
"But there are no classes. It's spring break. What would you do at your parent's place anyway?"
Lisa shrugged, "Just hang out."
She wasn't going home to do things. She was going home to see her family. Take a break. Enjoy her dad's cooking. At least one high school friend would be back in town, and it would be nice to reconnect. Even though they had seen each other over Christmas break.
Monica hooked her hands under her chin and tilted her face up, lip quivering. Her dark eyes turned watery.
"Ug," Lisa put up her hand as a block. "I'm not saying for break."
"Maybe stay for part? You don't want me walking to and from a party by myself, do you?"
"You can handle yourself." Monica regularly went to Boystown. Lisa had gone once or twice, cajoled by someone or another, but that part of town was Monica's scene. Loud music and people and drinks and a freedom she didn't believe she had on campus.
"Okay, yes. But I'd still like to go with you."
Sighing, Lisa looked at her friend. The puppy dog eyes were gone, replaced by sincerity. And Lisa had so few friends, she would always cave to Monica, even if they had known each other for less than a year.
"Fine. I'll hop on the Metra Wednesday."