the warm flow, feeling like I could fall asleep. Gabby's voice broke me from my trance. “I'm just gonna brush my teeth really quick,” she shouted over the running water. I poured the shampoo into my hand and rubbed it into my hair, pouring a little more when I wasn't getting much of a lather.
“What the fuck is up with this shampoo?”
“What do you mean?” Gabby asked, her mouth full of toothpaste.
I picked up the bottle and even through my tired eyes, I could see the words Feminine Wash as clear as day. “Ah, Gabby!”
“Are you having problems in there, Will?”
“Yeah, I am.” I reached around the shower curtain with the bottle.
“Oops, sorry,” she giggled, taking it from my hand. “That's not meant for you.”
“Yeah, well, I already used it.”
“Oh my god. Where?” She busted out with laughter.
“On my hair!”
I could hear her laughter getting louder as she exited the bathroom. I quickly put real shampoo in my hair and finished showering.
Gabby was standing outside the bathroom door with her coat on, and her travel mug of coffee in her hand. Her smirk that she was trying to hold in quickly turned into a full-fledged grin. “What's the matter, Will? Were you having one of those ‘not feeling so fresh’ kinda days?” She bent over, holding her side, laughing hysterically as tears rolled down her face.
“You are just so funny,” I said, sarcastically, trying my hardest not to laugh.
She tried to catch her breath. “Go get some sleep before you start doing something with my tampons that you shouldn't,” she teased, sending her into another fit of laughter.
I lifted my head off my pillow and was surprised to see that it was almost dark outside. Damn, I must have been exhausted; normally, I would only sleep for four or five hours during the day. I was starving so I got out of bed and went into the kitchen. Gabby was working until seven so I was on my own for dinner. When I opened up the refrigerator, I was pleasantly surprised to find a container with a note on top.
Dearest William,
Since I know that you are unable to boil water and being the nice person that I am, I made your favorite, Chicken Parmigiana, last night. Heat it up for a minute-and-a-half (that's 90 seconds) and then check it. If it's still not warm enough, put it in for another 30 seconds. NO longer than that or it will overcook and the last thing you want to do is choke your chicken (or maybe you do…sorry, couldn’t resist). There’s some German chocolate cake in the fridge for dessert, too.
You're welcome.
The bestest roommate ever,
Gabby
She was such a smart ass, a smart ass that I was finding myself missing when she wasn't around. I laughed to myself, remembering her reaction to my mishap with the shampoo this morning. I was going to have to think of some way to pay her back for that one.
After I was done eating, I finally made the dreaded phone call back to my mother, letting her know that I would be at Jamie and Hope’s house for Thanksgiving. I flopped down on the couch, trying to find something on TV. I was just about to rent a movie from Netflix, but decided to wait for Gabby to get home so we could watch one together. My phone was blowing up with text messages from Janelle and Tabitha so I decided to turn it off completely. I didn’t feel like dealing with any of them tonight. I was actually looking forward to just hanging out with Gabby.
I was flicking through the channels, hoping I was hearing things and that someone really wasn’t knocking on my door. Fuckin’ crazy bitches. If I’m not answering your damn texts, get the fuckin’ hint! I threw the remote down and reluctantly got up to answer. “Come on, douche bag. Open up!” I was relieved to hear Peterson’s voice instead of a female one. I flung the door open to find him and two other guys from work, Tim and Adam, on the other side. Each of them was holding a twelve pack of beer under his arm as Peterson pushed
“What the fuck is up with this shampoo?”
“What do you mean?” Gabby asked, her mouth full of toothpaste.
I picked up the bottle and even through my tired eyes, I could see the words Feminine Wash as clear as day. “Ah, Gabby!”
“Are you having problems in there, Will?”
“Yeah, I am.” I reached around the shower curtain with the bottle.
“Oops, sorry,” she giggled, taking it from my hand. “That's not meant for you.”
“Yeah, well, I already used it.”
“Oh my god. Where?” She busted out with laughter.
“On my hair!”
I could hear her laughter getting louder as she exited the bathroom. I quickly put real shampoo in my hair and finished showering.
Gabby was standing outside the bathroom door with her coat on, and her travel mug of coffee in her hand. Her smirk that she was trying to hold in quickly turned into a full-fledged grin. “What's the matter, Will? Were you having one of those ‘not feeling so fresh’ kinda days?” She bent over, holding her side, laughing hysterically as tears rolled down her face.
“You are just so funny,” I said, sarcastically, trying my hardest not to laugh.
She tried to catch her breath. “Go get some sleep before you start doing something with my tampons that you shouldn't,” she teased, sending her into another fit of laughter.
I lifted my head off my pillow and was surprised to see that it was almost dark outside. Damn, I must have been exhausted; normally, I would only sleep for four or five hours during the day. I was starving so I got out of bed and went into the kitchen. Gabby was working until seven so I was on my own for dinner. When I opened up the refrigerator, I was pleasantly surprised to find a container with a note on top.
Dearest William,
Since I know that you are unable to boil water and being the nice person that I am, I made your favorite, Chicken Parmigiana, last night. Heat it up for a minute-and-a-half (that's 90 seconds) and then check it. If it's still not warm enough, put it in for another 30 seconds. NO longer than that or it will overcook and the last thing you want to do is choke your chicken (or maybe you do…sorry, couldn’t resist). There’s some German chocolate cake in the fridge for dessert, too.
You're welcome.
The bestest roommate ever,
Gabby
She was such a smart ass, a smart ass that I was finding myself missing when she wasn't around. I laughed to myself, remembering her reaction to my mishap with the shampoo this morning. I was going to have to think of some way to pay her back for that one.
After I was done eating, I finally made the dreaded phone call back to my mother, letting her know that I would be at Jamie and Hope’s house for Thanksgiving. I flopped down on the couch, trying to find something on TV. I was just about to rent a movie from Netflix, but decided to wait for Gabby to get home so we could watch one together. My phone was blowing up with text messages from Janelle and Tabitha so I decided to turn it off completely. I didn’t feel like dealing with any of them tonight. I was actually looking forward to just hanging out with Gabby.
I was flicking through the channels, hoping I was hearing things and that someone really wasn’t knocking on my door. Fuckin’ crazy bitches. If I’m not answering your damn texts, get the fuckin’ hint! I threw the remote down and reluctantly got up to answer. “Come on, douche bag. Open up!” I was relieved to hear Peterson’s voice instead of a female one. I flung the door open to find him and two other guys from work, Tim and Adam, on the other side. Each of them was holding a twelve pack of beer under his arm as Peterson pushed
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