"When we get older, do old people become attractive to you?" Lacey spreads nail polish on her fingernails. "Like, when I'm seventy, are seventy year old men going to look hot? This is a real concern of mine."
Simone is doing push-ups on the floor while Lacey sits Indian style on her back, carrying them both up and down. I stopped counting when she passed fifty push-ups.
I'm in a black and white Panda Onesie, with Pixi glow facial mask on my face to prevent wrinkles. The kind of stress I go through in a day is enough to make me look old.
"How many push-ups did I do?" Simone pants, laying face down on the floor.
"I stopped counting. Lacey did you keep up?"
"Uh..."
"Jesus Christ. All you guys had to do was help me count. Thanks a lot." Lacey falls over when Simone stands up, trudging into the bathroom to take a shower.
"A little warning would've been fine. Now my paint is smudged," the bathroom door slams at Lacey's face.
"Can I ask you something?" Lacey asks, making sure Simone turns on the shower already so she wouldn't hear what we're saying.
"Sure. What is it?"
"Do you think Simone..." she trails off and shakes her head. "Never mind."
I want to prod her about it, but a knock cuts me off. I walk over to the door and open it, seeing Tom, Noah and Cory's roommate, standing there in PJ's and a pillow.
"Is there something I can help with?"
"Yeah. Noah kicked me out," He says. "Can I come in?"
He enters before I can even reply.
"What about Cory?" I ask.
"He's not sleeping in tonight."
Oh.
"Everyone else won't let me stay in their room," Tom continues. "You're the last people I came to."
"We can let you stay the night here if that's what you're wondering. There's plenty of room."
The shower turns off and Simone steps out in a towel, water dripping from everywhere on her body. His face goes red.
"I'm sure Simone wouldn't mind sharing a bed," I beam up at him.
Her eyebrows furrow. "What's going on here?"
"He's staying the night. Go put on some clothes before the boy dies of a heart attack," Lacey rolls her eyes and puts off the light on her nightstand, pulling the sheets over her head.
"Do you know what happened? Noah and Cory both looked like they got into a fight." Tom says as Simone exits back into the bathroom to change.
A sigh escapes my mouth when I remember earlier today. "Cory pushed Noah into the pool and he drowned."
His mouth forms a small 'O' "Really? Did he die?"
"And that's a goodnight from me." I jump on my bed and turn off the lights. No wonder Noah kicked him out.
Few moments later when Simone is out of the bathroom, I hear them continuously argue in hushed voices. They think they're whispering, but I can hear everything they say. Simone says the both of them won't fit on the bed because she's a bad sleeper, but Tom doesn't want her to sleep on the floor because she'd get sore bones. That's literally all what the whole argument is all about.
I press a pillow over my head to shut out their voices. It doesn't work. "You know what? You both shut up. I'll sleep on the floor. Get on my bed, Tom."
I bring out a sleeping bag from a wardrobe and place it on the floor. He doesn't even look the least bothered about me getting sore bones instead.
How nice.
"Allie?" He calls out my name once he's on my bed.
"What?"
"Your pillow looks softer."
I groan and exchange pillows with him.
"Allie?"
"What?"
"I can't sleep with the lights off."
I turn on only the lights on my nightstand, settling back on the ground.
"Allie?"
"I'll stab you if you ask for anything else."
He hesitates a bit, weighing his options before he rushes out a "Goodnight."
I'm left alone in the middle of the room, on the floor, with a strong pillow. I try to force myself to sleep but it doesn't come.
Because Tom snores.
And he snores very loud.