[text:] Well
[text:] Can we split it?
[text:] Pleasseeeee?
[text] there’s hardly enough left for that
[text] what if I just throw a welcome home party
[text] and get you a pint of this one just for you
[text:] Mm…
[text:] I’m think that I like that idea.
[text] can you do me a favour
[text] make arthur come with you
[text] you’re vegan, right? you’re going to have to help me with shopping
[text:] Well
[text:] Can we split it?
[text:] Pleasseeeee?
[text] there’s hardly enough left for that
[text] what if I just throw a welcome home party
[text] and get you a pint of this one just for you
~o “This is it, boys, this is war – what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype
Save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style.” ~o
Singing at the top of her theatrically-trained lungs, with the music almost as loud as she is.
you guysssssssss
you’re breaking my heart
“Yes, hi.” She offered a hand. “You think it’s bad here? It’s even worse back home. When the office offered me the chance to move I jumped at it.”
“Yeah?” He questioned, grabbing her hand and shaking it quickly, before he dropped it with another smile. “Where you from, then?”
“How’s it referred to here? The colonies?” She grinned, teasing. “I am from the States. North Carolina.” Deliberately, she altered her mild accent into a heavy drawl. “I’m ral pleased ter meet’chall.”
Mildly, “Saves on costs.” Not that it was a big deal for her, but that was the usual reason people had roommates.
“I know. Economy sucks and what not.” He simply shrugged, looking at the girl for a moment before he bit back a smile. “You must be Summer, ya’? ‘M Merlin.”
“Yes, hi.” She offered a hand. “You think it’s bad here? It’s even worse back home. When the office offered me the chance to move I jumped at it.”
“This place is getting so bloody crowded..” Well, Mordred was leaving for Afghanistan on Friday, but still – two more people had moved in already.
Mildly, “Saves on costs.” Not that it was a big deal for her, but that was the usual reason people had roommates.
Summer put her hands on her hips and surveyed the room. False spiderwebbing in all the corners, little dishes of snacks and nibbles on every table, orange, purple and white fairy lights strung about in place of the lamps, faintly spooky or hallowe’en music cued up on the computer … yes, it looked like everything was ready.
She put a hand to her chest, willing her heartbeat to slow down. Even if no one came, she had done good unpacking and cleaning and arranging everything, so it wasn’t a total waste. Doc sat by the door, pale-tipped tail wrapped around her feet, looking for all the world like she was ready to greet any guests instead of go darting off the moment some stranger came in.
Summer smiled and tightened the laces on her leather coat once more. Scooping up the little calico, she unlocked the door and opened it just an inviting touch.
Summer taped a note to each door on the hall.
Hallowe’en Party!
Come to [flat number] and meet your new neighbor!
Saturday, 8pm BYOB
She’d probably spend the night alone, twitching at every sound, and eat all the snacks out of nervousness, but hell, it was worth a try. And maybe the cute blond guy from a couple doors down would turn up. He’d seemed nice enough.
5: My muse is now over sensitive and will take anything and everything the wrong way. They will be a bumbling mess of emotions and misunderstandings…
“Why does everyone hate me…?”
“Sweetheart, we don’t hate you. We just … ” Summer sighed, trying to find the right words. “We just worry about you, that’s all.”
