Previously..
"Maybe, cleavon isn't really used to the city's environment. Aren't you two from the province?" Estelle tilts her head questioningly as the gray-haired girl on my right slowly nodded.
"It did rain a little hard last night, maybe you guys stayed out for long?" Kimberly threw her shirt around, fanning them and twirling them in her hands.
"Well, it w--"
The front door opened interrupting the three from their small conversation as two figures entered the house, from my peripheral vision...
It's Tanya and Lawrence.
"Oh sweet baby jesus and mary in a strip club."
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3rd Person's POV
"You're finally home, noodle girl." Natalia joked, the tall petite girl 'noodle girl' nearby turned to glare deathly onto the latter.
"Woah, natalia saw the photos? How greedy of you all, should've gave me some." Kimberly sighed in a jester-like manner, Estelle nearby quickly shot the taller girl an agitated look.
"Our professor gave us permission to go home since one of our roommates passed out yet again." Lawrence stated, taking his shoes off before entering the living room only to find two more people with them. "Ugh, nuisance." He added.
"Oh god, a shirtless pervert and a child, what's new.." Tanya remarked, marching upstairs before the two could respond back.
The tanned boy then approached the feverish brunette by the couch, "Call me if you guys need assistance." He yawns before tiredly stumbling his way upstairs.
"Wow, how bold of you, i can handle this like a man too, you know." The copper-colored-haired girl nearby remarked, the tanned boy took no notice of her statement. "What an arse he is." She added, the ash-haired girl nearby nods in agreement.
"Let's change you clothes, clea." Natalia muttered, wrapping the brunette's arm around her shoulders assisting her to walk upstairs, kimberly and estelle also stood up from their chairs.
"I'll cook, estelle, you unpack." Kimberly inquired as the smaller girl nodded.
. . .
"So, give me one reason why you can't give me those pi--"
"Can you stop that?!"
"Kimberly--"
"I'm calling PETA, i don't care--"
7PM, exactly seven in the evening and the house was already in a middle of a chaos. Lawrence who was about to eat in peace already had pasta sauce splattered on his face, it was chaotic.
"Women." He muttered disappointingly, wiping the sauce that had already trickled down his cheeks. He had no trouble or insult about women in general, but he definitely have some for the women he's currently facing at in the meantime.
"Oh wow, the audacity of you assuming our genders and pronouns like that, you're cance--"
"Kimberly, you sound better with your mouth closed."
Tanya who already had enough of the situation stood up from her seat in exasperation as she rolled her eyes before exiting the dining room.
The girl cussed under her breath, remorseful about the fact that she moved in a messy place, she really would rather live in a luxury hotel even if it's miles away, but that would waste her money travelling in wheels here and there.
As she took her final step up the stairs, sniffs stopped her mid-way. She flinched, frightened only to see Cleavon stumbling her way outside the bedroom. Tanya sighed in relief.
The latter stared at the brunette, having trouble taking another step, she knew she should help as soon as the dark-haired girl's hand slipped away from the doorknob.
Tanya yelped, quickly catching the brunette's body with hers before it could collide down the hard wooden floor.
"What the-- what has gotten into you?!" The latter shrieked and was about to yell more as she stopped herself from doing so. She sighed before standing upright, assisting the brunette downstairs once again and onto the bathroom.
She stared at the poor feverish girl struggling to even wash her face on the sink, she never knew she had a soft side until now.
To be honest, looking back to what had happened last night. She was shocked too, seeing herself apologize like that.
She always believed all the people's opinion about her. Everyone's insults and compliments were all correct and she didn't doubt them one bit.
She believed that she is who others see, she is what others think of her.
It was sad, but this was the world and life she grew up in.
Her small ponder went for minutes that she didn't even realize that the brunette had already fallen down the floor due to how weak the dark-haired girl currently is.
"Tanya! Cleavon!" Estelle who happened to pass by shrieked in horror as she dashes inside the bathroom, the taller girl by the door finally snapped out of her trance. "Why didn't you help her?!" The smaller girl hissed.
"What do you mean--"
"Clea!" The ash-haired girl screams, dashing beside the two. The taller girl confusingly gazed at them. She swore that she had no single clue of what was happening.
"Ooh, how bad of a girl you are, Ms Zacharielle." Kimberly mockingly chuckled behind the latter as Tanya who's still puzzled of what was happening hummed questioningly.
"What happened?"
"I don't know! Ask that bitch with the chameleon face mask!"
"What?!" Tanya snapped back, wasn't she the one who assisted the brunette down the stairs offering her assistance? The taller girl felt mistreated at the moment. "Excuse me--?!"
"Let's get Cleavon back to the bedroom again, let's avoid trouble please." Lawrence sighed before opening the door, widely enough for the three to exit.
"But, Nero! I--"
"Let's not argue about this yet, tanya."
Tanya stood in silence, her face scrunched slightly, she was still baffled. She didn't do anything wrong nor something that could hurt Cleavon.
The latter groaned in agitation before storming back upstairs again, although, she knew she'd still end up in the same place where the three are currently heading to as she decided to enter the boy's room.
Entering that hell of a place made her furious even more, her lips curled as she stood stiffly by the door, looking around the place.
The 'place' looked and felt like a literal pig pen.
She pinched her nose resisting to inhale the bad smell lingering around the room, she fanned her hands around, attempting to wave that bad smell away.
Dirty clothes, smelly socks, food wrappers, plastic covers, crumpled papers, and a bunch of random things were scattered all around the room.
She never prayed so hard to get out of a room, she never knew that 'the' Lawrence Nero Beethoven; her childhood friend was this unorganized, they were friends since she was wearing pigtails and she thought of Lawrence as a very well-mannered man, he was neat, he had a good sense of fashion and he smelt nice.
All of those compliments entered back into her, she felt her dignity being crushed in an instant.
She paused, remembering what happened earlier again. All her thoughts shifted on that and only that as she didn't bother to turn around and leave that room anymore.
She needed to sulk and pent her rage up.
Unfairness built up on her like lego tower blocks, she felt mistreated, misunderstood.. she felt.. mad.
After a few seconds, she aggressively shook her head, standing up to finally clean the 'pig pen' she's in.
She was indeed a spoiled bratty kid, but she knew how to clean even if it wasn't her territory.
She smiled at herself, it seems like she calmed herself down a bit by cleaning. Cleaning actually helps as a coping mechanism when you're feeling negativities surrounding you.
Actually, sometimes it does not..
The taller girl was now halfway on cleaning the whole room, she looked around spotting a broom as she jogged her way towards it and started sweeping the floor.
The door opened as she shrieked, the person by the door shrieked as well as both sighed in relief seeing each other.
"What are you doing in my room?" The tanned boy questions, shockingly looking around to see his room almost shining in cleanliness.
"Cleaning your bullshit." His oh so 'angelic' best friend cockily responded, crouching down the beds to sweep under as a pair of an odd sock stopped her from doing so. "Ooh, what's thi--"
"Don't touch that!" The tanned boy's tan cheeks flushed red from embarrassment as he snatches the strange looking sock from the taller girl, tanya nearby snorted as she blurts out a funny laugh.
"Oh god-.. it seems like i met your children too soon." Tanya shook her head as she continued laughing, the tan boy nearby cusses at himself under his breath. "Why is it inside a sock?" She added.
"Don't mention it--"
"I never knew that humans could now build a whole nursery inside a pair of socks--"
"Oh shut it, tanya."
The taller girl giggled as she tossed the broom to the blushing tan boy who swiftly caught it with both of his hands. "Clean the rest, this is your room anyways." She added, before approaching the latter.
"Thanks, i guess." Lawrence shrugged his shoulders, sweeping the rest of the dirt off.
"Look." She spoke making him avert his gaze from the floor then back at her. "I really didn't do anything wrong! I--"
"First of all, why are you saying all of that to me? I don't even know what happened in the first place." The boy with the broomstick sighed, he never even wanted to be part of the argument in the first place, he knew he had to be that one matured person of the group who'd be the peace maker out of all of them.
"They don't too! And now they just keep assuming things!" Tanya sighed heavily, the tanned boy beside her, faced her with his hands on his hips.
"How about you explain and apologize, that's probably the best solution to go." Lawrence crooked a small reassuring smile as the other crooked a small smile back,.
Maybe denying someone else's opinion to you would be the best way to go too.