One of those days I left my room and got into it with my female roommate. She fires back at me with laser-like precision. You're lazy. You're spoiled. You're entitled. You're laughable. I feel the last of the farce that was our friendship melt away as my chest twists in pain. It must be my heart.
"Well I'm leaving!" I screamed as hot tears left my eyes and terrorized my makeup. "I'm leaving. I'm leaving all of you."
"I'll come with you," my boyfriend said with an earnesty I rarely see in him.
And so he holes himself up in the room with me, and then all at once it's finally us against them. We begin feverishly looking for a home to live in. By Saturday we find ourselves in Folsom, touring a house.
"No rots, no pits, no chows," I hear the property manager saying in the background as I gaze into the mirror above the his and her sinks in the bathroom. My newly caramel colored highlights fall over my eye, and i push them back, reminding myself to lose weight once I get here. Lose weight once you get here.
I wandered into the office and stared at all the boxes piled high. The current tenants weren't out yet. I can play Lana Del Rey in here, I tell myself, closing my eyes. I can play my own music like I haven't done since I lived in my father's house so long ago.
"Okay?" Suddenly the property manager is in front of me and reaching out his hand. "Monday?"
"Mmm?" I answer stupidly, hearing her voice. You make me crazy. You make me wild. Just like a baby. You spin me round like a child.
"We'll let you know Monday." he repeats.
I nod slowly and reach for his hand, shaking it harder than he intended, I'm sure. "Thank you. Thank you!"
I'll let you know Monday, too.