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posted August 3, 2011 at 5:37pm UTC tagged with story
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- Roommates Chapter 17 It was finally weekend, and I took a break from study exams and doing annoying essays every night. Brett and I both woke up at the same time, and watched boring TV shows at seven in the morning. Don't get me wrong, we still fought and argued, but we didn't hate each other. We just disliked each other. We stumbled in the kitchen, and I went searching in the fridge. I found a carton behind all the leftover take out dinner, and got out a glass. "Milk?" I asked. Brett shook his head, and took a seat on the counter. I opened the carton, expecting fresh milk to come out, but instead, chunks of white stuff came out. "Brett! What is this?!" I asked, covering my nose from the sour smell. He made a disgusted face, and covered his face with his hands. "Get that away from me." he ordered. "Ugh, no one shops for food around here. This thing expired a week ago." I muttered. I poured the remaining out in the sink, and threw the carton in the trash. "Let's go to the market." he suggested. "At eight in the morning?" I groaned. "Yeah. Your hungry, I'm hungry. Let's go." he said, getting in his room to get dressed. I rolled my eyes, and went to get ready, as well. I pinned my hair up in a messy bun, and applied mascara. I put on a white hoodie, a grey tank top underneath, a pair of dark distressed skinny jeans, and grey knit boots. I walked outside, and realized Brett had already been waiting. "It's about time. You took forever and came out looking like this?" he asked. I rolled my eyes, and punched his arm lightly. We walked to the parking lots, and got in his car. We drove off in silence, until I turned on the radio. On The Floor was on, as I groaned. "What? You don't like this song?" Brett asked, keeping his eyes on the road. "No." I grumbled, trying to find another station. He swatted my hand away, and turned back to On the Floor, and turned it up load. "Brett!" I snapped, trying to turn it down. "C'mon. It's not that bad." he smirked. I groaned, but I was lucky we just got to the supermarket. "Your buying me whatever I want." I said, as we walked in. "Your hilarious." he said with no emotion. We walked to the dairy section, and picked up a fresh carton of milk. We stopped by the snacks section, and I spotted candy. "Brett! Brett!" I beamed, pointing to the gummy bears. "What?" he asked, irritated. "Buy me gummy bears?" I asked, with wide eyes. "Remember Carson? We're college students now. We don't eat gummy bears." he teased, tapping my nose. I pushed his hand away, and took the pack of gummy bears anyway. We looked around, and picked up some cereal, fruits, and drinks. He finally stopped and turned to me. "Really? Carson? Put the gummy bears away." "Please? I'll pay you back once we get home." I smiled. "No Carson-" "I'll buy you them." someone said. I turned around and saw Drake. "Drake! Hey!" I waved, as he walked over to us. "Hey Carson, hey Brett." he smiled. "Hey man." Brett said, fist bumping Drake. "How do you guys know each other?" I asked, confused. "Yeah. Brett and I go all the way back to basketball camp. Remember?" Drake asked. "Yeah." Brett said, giving him a half smile. "And remember the cheering camp just across the lake? Man, those girls were all over us." Drake grinned. I suddenly felt uncomfortable. "Yeah, remember Kylie Baskin? She was a crazy one. Always all over me." Brett bragged. "Guys! I'm still here." I finally said. Drake and Brett looked amused, but Drake ruffled my hair. "Hand me the gummy bears. I'll buy them for you." Drake smiled. I rolled my eyes. "It's the least you can do." I joked. I shifted my eyes to Brett, who looked just a bit angry. I shrugged it off, it was his signature look, after all.
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