8:00 PM
She sat seething in front of the computer screen, staring unblinkingly at the unmoving pictures. Spots have been appearing in front of her eyes for the last hour or so. It was an utterly boring experience, but it was the only thing keeping her from screaming her head off. Her roomies were all but quiet, gushing about their own lovelife as if something extraordinary happened. She was at her limit, knowing that she hated anything pertaining to love.
9:00 PM
One of the girls approached her to borrow her phone, apparently to call her beau. She goodnaturedly allowed its use, wishing that she could throw the phone rather than give it to "the girl". "The girl" was having boyfriend troubles, she heard. Not that she truly wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation. No. Miss high-and-mighty would never stoop that low. It was also fortunate that the exchange was so loud that people from another planet could possibly hear it as well. "The girl" handed her phone back; eyes red-rimmed from keeping back tears, nose ripe from sniffing back snot. She bit back her tongue against every derogatory word she could summon at that moment.
10:00 PM
"The girl" wandered to her side of the room, sitting upon the bedclothes without preamble. Caught unguarded, she tried to hide her horrified gaze at the intrusion to ask what the matter was. Sure enough, "the girl" started crying about all past and present transgressions of her beau. As if she cared about the couple. It was not that she was totally unfeeling though. She wanted the best for every girl in the planet, but she had already adviced this particular girl so many times about so many different things. She sat back against her pillows, waiting for the story telling to end.
11:00 PM
The story has far from ended, with "the girl" adding more to it by infuriating her current boyfriend with startling innuendos about her erstwhile boy-toy. She was getting tired of the discussion. With their roommates asleep, she was left to fend for herself against the duo-of-ultimate-sweetness who were currently fighting over nonsensical things. She was toying with the idea of cutting the phone cord just to have a little peace.
12:00 midnight
Her head was heavy not only with lack of sleep but with the accusations "the girl" was hurling at her beau. It was one thing to listen empathetically at their problems, another to actually try and solve it for them. Abruptly cutting the stream of invectives the girl was spewing, she said her goodnights and asked "the girl" to close the lights as she covered herself with the blanket.
11:00 AM
The sun was high up in the sky when she woke. It was a dreamless night, suppossedly very restful. Unfortunately, "the girl"'s problems were hanging around her mind all night. She woke many times during the 11 hours that she slept, never mind the times when she was inadvertently shaken by people moving about their room. She quickly dressed and went to the kitchen to find whatever fare was left of breakfast.
3:00 PM
After four hours of blissful silence, "the girl" finally awakened from her slumber. She wondered what the girl could be thinking as "the girl" sat listlessly on the bed. She asked if the latter would want to company while eating a late lunch. "The girl" nodded absently. As soon as they were at the table, "the girl" started wailing about the chat she had with her guy early that morning. She thought that it was amazing how the teo could talk into the wee hours of morn and still not have fixed their problems. She then proceeded to bluntly explain that although the guy might have been at fault, there was also some part of the rift that the girl caused. "The girl" looked at her incredulously, as if to say she did not just say that. But she reiterated the line, explaining that it always took two to tango, and that the couple would need to talk rather seriously if they wanted to work things out.
8:00 PM
She walked into the foyer, fresh from a brief chat with friends. Upon entering the living room, she suddenly noticed that she was not alone. On top of the couch was "the couple", smiling sheepishly at her intrusion of their private time. Rolling her eyes, she left quietly, wishing the couple to perdition in her mind. She wished she was blind, so that she did not have to see the scene that welcomed her in the living room. As "the girl" crept up to their room a while later, she could not meet eyes with the other. Yes, she thought. It was certainly going to be very awkward from now on.
She sat seething in front of the computer screen, staring unblinkingly at the unmoving pictures. Spots have been appearing in front of her eyes for the last hour or so. It was an utterly boring experience, but it was the only thing keeping her from screaming her head off. Her roomies were all but quiet, gushing about their own lovelife as if something extraordinary happened. She was at her limit, knowing that she hated anything pertaining to love.
9:00 PM
One of the girls approached her to borrow her phone, apparently to call her beau. She goodnaturedly allowed its use, wishing that she could throw the phone rather than give it to "the girl". "The girl" was having boyfriend troubles, she heard. Not that she truly wanted to eavesdrop on the conversation. No. Miss high-and-mighty would never stoop that low. It was also fortunate that the exchange was so loud that people from another planet could possibly hear it as well. "The girl" handed her phone back; eyes red-rimmed from keeping back tears, nose ripe from sniffing back snot. She bit back her tongue against every derogatory word she could summon at that moment.
10:00 PM
"The girl" wandered to her side of the room, sitting upon the bedclothes without preamble. Caught unguarded, she tried to hide her horrified gaze at the intrusion to ask what the matter was. Sure enough, "the girl" started crying about all past and present transgressions of her beau. As if she cared about the couple. It was not that she was totally unfeeling though. She wanted the best for every girl in the planet, but she had already adviced this particular girl so many times about so many different things. She sat back against her pillows, waiting for the story telling to end.
11:00 PM
The story has far from ended, with "the girl" adding more to it by infuriating her current boyfriend with startling innuendos about her erstwhile boy-toy. She was getting tired of the discussion. With their roommates asleep, she was left to fend for herself against the duo-of-ultimate-sweetness who were currently fighting over nonsensical things. She was toying with the idea of cutting the phone cord just to have a little peace.
12:00 midnight
Her head was heavy not only with lack of sleep but with the accusations "the girl" was hurling at her beau. It was one thing to listen empathetically at their problems, another to actually try and solve it for them. Abruptly cutting the stream of invectives the girl was spewing, she said her goodnights and asked "the girl" to close the lights as she covered herself with the blanket.
11:00 AM
The sun was high up in the sky when she woke. It was a dreamless night, suppossedly very restful. Unfortunately, "the girl"'s problems were hanging around her mind all night. She woke many times during the 11 hours that she slept, never mind the times when she was inadvertently shaken by people moving about their room. She quickly dressed and went to the kitchen to find whatever fare was left of breakfast.
3:00 PM
After four hours of blissful silence, "the girl" finally awakened from her slumber. She wondered what the girl could be thinking as "the girl" sat listlessly on the bed. She asked if the latter would want to company while eating a late lunch. "The girl" nodded absently. As soon as they were at the table, "the girl" started wailing about the chat she had with her guy early that morning. She thought that it was amazing how the teo could talk into the wee hours of morn and still not have fixed their problems. She then proceeded to bluntly explain that although the guy might have been at fault, there was also some part of the rift that the girl caused. "The girl" looked at her incredulously, as if to say she did not just say that. But she reiterated the line, explaining that it always took two to tango, and that the couple would need to talk rather seriously if they wanted to work things out.
8:00 PM
She walked into the foyer, fresh from a brief chat with friends. Upon entering the living room, she suddenly noticed that she was not alone. On top of the couch was "the couple", smiling sheepishly at her intrusion of their private time. Rolling her eyes, she left quietly, wishing the couple to perdition in her mind. She wished she was blind, so that she did not have to see the scene that welcomed her in the living room. As "the girl" crept up to their room a while later, she could not meet eyes with the other. Yes, she thought. It was certainly going to be very awkward from now on.
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