Sharing an apartment had a lit of positives and negatives. Many times it would seem like it was more negative then positive but it would eventually pay off. Eventually.
This morning was definitely one of those mornings but before I get to anything else I should really introduce myself. My name is Ryland Jones, as of recently I have made quite the name for myself as a journalist for a news website called, "In Touch With Salem", one of the most popular news websites for my hometown of Salem, Oregon. I run an article called "Between Fact and Fiction" where I investigate conspiracy theories and other worldly things and after my investigation rule them Fact or Fiction. Although, all of that stuff is absolutely bogus, so it always ends with me ruling it fiction and then I get paid for just being smart enough to see that.
Now that I've made my introduction let me get back to what I was saying. I had the pleasure of being woken up by glasses shattering outside of the door to my room and a female shrieking in terror. I jolted upward and was wide awake faster than I could even think. Instinctively I ran out of the bed and opened the door. The light of the living room of my apartment hitting my eyes blinded me for a second, and I looked at myself as my eyes regained sight. I was wearing a loose black shirt with brown sweatpants and black socks.
Before I could fully look around at my surroundings I felt my left sock slowly saturated as something wet slowly went through my sock. I looked at the ground and cannot say I was pleasantly surprised by the sight I was to behold.
An entire bottle of Extra Virgin Olive Oil has been shattered on the floor and the oil once contained inside the bottle were now leaking into a small puddle that my foot happened to be entirely inside of. Right next to the shattered bottle was a girl on her knees quickly trying to pick up the shattered pieces. She had reasonably long dark blonde hair with her hair dyed red at the ends, she had a skinny face which had not yet been covered in makeup, she was wearing a loose shirt and shirt black shorts over her reasonably thin body. She looked up at me and smiled with guilt and with hope that I wouldn't yell.
This girl was none other than my roommate and best friend Sarah McCoy. We had been living together for five years now and have known each other for almost 11 years. We met in high school and hit it off really quickly, we even dated for a short bit but have long since forgotten about that period of time. She went to college for Art Education and once she realized an Art teachers salary was not gonna cut it she offered me a room in order to spill it the rent, I had just gotten out of college and my job at the website so I was more than happy to move in. Although I didn't know that I'd have to play House keeper to a witch. See, what I didn't know about Sarah before moving in with her is that she's a "Wiccan", a self-proclaimed witch for those who've never heard that term before. If I knew that I might not have taken the apartment but now I'm stuck here so I guess it's what I've got to live with.
"Before you get mad, please know that I have had a long night and that I am really upset about dropping it too and-" She started to say until I interrupted her.
"Stop," I shouted as I raised my hand, "I don't care how it happened, I just want to know why you were carrying that bottle from the kitchen to your room."
"Well, I needed to use it for a spell, Ryland. This activity is nothing new to you."
"You were using my new bottle of olive oil, that I bought in order to make you food, because you can't cook, to use in a mixture of liquids that you imagine have magical values." I responded.
"First of all, this isn't olive oil, dummy, no essential oils in potions, this is spikenard and Myrrh can't you smell it? I poured the new stuff in a container, this bottle was more convenient for me."
"Spikenard?"
"Yeah its a herb, it has many useful values, including seduction, there's this really attractive girl in the front office at the school." Sarah exclaimed.
"So if this, thing, were to actually be functional, how were you gonna get this girl to drink it."
"Everyone drinks coffee if you give it to them, I ordered coffee this morning, I got you a chai but it's room temperature by now."
"Thanks Sarah," I let out a sigh and took a step back, " I'm getting ready for work, please have this clean by the time I get out, and I'll forget about it."
"Can do" She quickly snapped those words out and started cleaning the mess.
I closed the door and took a deep breath in the silence of my room. I try very hard to keep my room smelling of blueberry pancakes, the best smell by a long shot. My room was naturally dark, even with a light it would be pretty dim in here, the floor was covered in popcorn crumbs from me and Sarah's movie nights that we host in my bedroom. She has her own side of my bed, I don't dare to touch it. Although she has her own room she tends to fall asleep on my bed more than her own sometimes.
I had thirteen minutes to get dressed and get in my car so I had to get dressed quick
I put on a tight black shirt in place of my loose one, and put an olive green flannel over the shirt. I had an olive green pair of pants that I had since high school that I put on to match the flannel, along with black canvas shoes. By the time I walked out of my room the mess was gone and Sarah had placed herself comfortably on the couch with some sort of
ghost documentary. I didn't want to disturb her, she takes those shows very seriously, which seems kinda crazy to me but I was able to grab the room temperature Chai Tea Latte on my way out of the door and into the hallway of my apartment complex.