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while laying on the couch, not wanting to move, she heard a low voice, but at the same time she could recognize that voice anywhere. “take everything over there.” her arm pointed to elyssa’s things that were sitting by the tv, before the door swung open and saw her best friend and roommate come into their apartment. “i mean.. could be.” she shrugged remembering when she kissed aubrey when she was sick herself. “do we have anymore orange juice?” she asked slightly sitting up and felt the cool hand come in contact with her forehead. “what if it doesn’t?” she questioned and leaned back against the couch. “where did you go last night?” she inquired and picked up a piece of tissue and wiped her nose before tossing it into the trash beside her.
eyes followed the direction emily pointed, face scrunching up at the realization of WHAT she was referring to. ‘ nah, her shit is... shit. ’ good use of your vocabulary there, lucie. ‘ as long as you don’t give it to me, i can’t afford to get sick. ’ she needs her voice. a whole bunch of people are relying on it. ‘ i can check. ’ she dropped her hand from the others forehead to move to the kitchen, picking up the empty glass as she did so before surveying the inside of the fridge as she continued. ‘ & if it doesn’t then we use the most reliable source on the planet. doctor google. duh. ’ be prepared to be dying in fifteen different ways, emily. ‘ are you my mom? ’ taking the carton of oj out, she filled the glass before returning it back to its spot & the glass back to emily. ‘ late rehearsals, too lazy to come all the way back, nothing too exciting. ’
