I woke up hearing a sudden knock on the door, on the other side stood my roomate with a wide smile on her face and I instantly knew that she wanted to ask me for a favour. "Zara, so sorry I didn't know you were sleeping. Sorry...."
"Rosie what now?"
Moving closer to me she asked "Will you be home today?"
"Ya what happened?"
"It's a week day so....I didn't tell my mom that I'll be going out and she would have been so pissed at me, could you lie to her that my phone has got some issue so I gave it for repair and I....might be something like is in the shower? I'll call her later?"
"You even serious right now? We have class tomorrow, where do you have to go now...oh wait no...its not that." She just nodded yes with a shy smile. "OMG you going on date, on a week day?"
"Please I beg you handle my nosy mom Zara."
"Be happy you got a mom to be worried about you Rosie."
"She trusts you, she'll believe you. Indeed she believes you more."
I knew it wasn't the right thing to do and I do feel bad for the poor lady. Wish I had a mom to talk to like that. Waving her bye at the door, I freshened up and sat down to study but my mind kept wandering elsewhere. Rosie was too lucky and you could say I was a little jealous of her; she has parents, 2 siblings, alot of friends and new boyfriends atleast every month and not just that but she is so good at sports as well as studies. I really wonder how she manages all these things pretty well whereas I struggle to manage my studies alone. I then noticed the clock stuck 6pm and as usual exactly on time I received a text from dad, no change its the same thing everyday 'Hey sweetheart how are you? We are good here. Keep studying well, eat well and get enough sleep, love you.' And all I had to do was just copy paste my same old text 'Yes dad I'm good, take care love you.' those words no longer had any feelings or meanings. He anyway seems to be happy he talks to me or not. He has a family with whom he spends time and I'm sure he doesn't even remember that it's been three years since we met, ya I got a father for namesake I guess. I really wanted to go out on dates because to be honest I lost hope in fairytale romance and feels like its time for me to get out of my shell expecting my Prince to find me and go meet some men. I have been thinking of doing this for so damn long but it seems like....Ok my anxiety gets on my way, I'll probably die single and it was as if I knew that by my sixth sense.
I sat back as I almost finished all my studies, getting my food ready to eat I was thinking why Rosie hasn't come back yet like its been hours now, half an hour ago the clock stuck 10pm and where is she. I did try calling her several times but she wouldn't pick up. I thought might be she is staying over at his place when I heard her banging on the door. I hurried to open the door letting her in and she looks just terrible "What happened? Are you drunk, what's wrong with you?" She could barely stand properly, hugging me tight she cried "You are the smartest girl I ever met, you got brains that's the reason you don't have a boyfriend and never get one, never trust men"
"What did he say?"
"We are done Zara, I really loved this one but. Its hard to just leave you know...like" and she puked ya she did on my plate of pasta. This do rarely happen but happens I must say. Rosie had no control over her emotions nor over her drinking habits in general with which I had to adjust since the time we became roommates. Getting her to her bed I gathered my leftover strength to clean the mess up.