Emily unpacked her last bag, then took a long breath, getting a wide view of her closet. She'd been unpacking for an hour; she shouldn't have taken her mother's advice of bringing this many clothes--half of which she wouldn't wear anytime soon. First day in college had proven to be a bit boring; she'd spent the day completing her registration papers, then moving the packs to her room, then unpacking. Courses wouldn't start for another week or so, so for now, she had one thing to be excited about, her roommate. She was yet to arrive.
She relaxed on her chair, and started to wonder how she would be like. Emily didn't ask for much, just that the girl would be nice. If she was into painting that would be great. The thought excited her for a short while, before she reminded her self that she shouldn't give in to her expectations. Her luck in friends, had never been that promising. What if she's mean. What if she's mean and rude and doesn't respect boundaries--She got up and headed for the kitchen. She could spend the next hour fretting and worrying about the endless possibilities of how her roommate was going to be like, or she could spend them doing something productive, like making a plate of her delicious cake that she was known for. It would be a nice icebreaker when the girl would finally come here.
She put some music on and started baking. She baked and walked around the kitchen, enjoying its spacious feel--spacious for a dorm's kitchen at least. This was a nice dorm. It wasn't until now that she appreciated the hours and effort she'd put into her studying in the three years of highschool. She wondered how many of her schoolmates had managed to get into one of the top ten Art Universities of the country. Not many, not many at all, she thought as she put the dough in the oven.
Five minutes later, a key started shuffling in the door, and she walked towards it to open. She opened. The shock that the new visitor's face held, was only toppled by hers. She took in the details of the girl in front of her. The wide brown eyes. The black long hair. The olive perfect white skin. for fuck's sake.
"Oh my god." Prim half screamed in a girlish way while her palms covered her mouth, before she rushed toward Emily and wrapped her in a hug. "What are the chances." She giggled, obviously full of joy.
Emily was speechless. For a second, she thought about walking back into the kitchen, getting the cake out of the oven then throwing it off the balcony. Prim brock the hug, but kept her hands around Emily's shoulder and rubbed them actively up and down her arms. "I mean talk about fate. What the hell."
Emily could only give her faintest smile, one that had a mixture of pain and joy. The big smile and excitement that Prim face had slowly faded away, "You planning to say something."
She moved her tongue a little in her dry mouth then swallowed and said, "Hey. I didn't know you applied here."
"Well," Prim said her excitement getting back up as she grabbed her suitcase and dragged it into the room before closing the door. "It's a long story."
Prim talked, but Emily couldn't focus on one word she said. From her babbling, all Emily gathered was that Prim preferred this university because it was further away from her parents, so she decided to study Graphic Design although she had no interest in it. Prim never had any interest in anything really, so it made sense.
All Emily thought about while her best friend talked, was how was she going to repack all her stuff and go through the pain of filing a request to change dorms, cause staying here was no longer an option.
Prim seemed to sense that Emily was absent minded as her enthusiasm while telling the story slowly faded, before she stopped completely and said while taking a seat on one of the two beds, "So," she sighed. "How did you end up here."
"I've always wanted to study art," Emily said, then couldn't resist adding defensively, "You know that."
"Well," Prim smiled awkwardly. "I forgot."
Emily took a seat on the other bed and instinctively crossed her arms. She knew she was being rude. Prim face seemed more and more disappointed that Emily didn't show the same enthusiasm that she had. Good. Let her be disappointed.
They sat there in awkward silent for a minute, before Prim said, with obviously fake excitement, like she was trying to keep a good mode going, "So. You must be very excited right. That you got into the school you wanted." She bushed some of her hair behind her ear.
"Ehmm." Emily just nodded; her arms still crossed.
With that, Prim's face went bland, her wide eyes gave Emily a narrow and confused stare before she grabbed her phone and started scrolling.
Not being a total bitch, Emily did feel some guilt. Prim was so excited to meet her, and yet she was acting like they barely knew each other. Regardless, she needed to stay strong. They were once best friends, not anymore, and never again. Not after what she'd done.
Emily wasn't a people pleaser, that was how she saw herself at least. But when she had a friend, a true friend, she'd give them everything. If her true friend asked a favor, she'd be there to do it without giving it second thought. If they needed something and were too shy to ask, she'd take the initiative and insist on helping them, whatever it was. If they were upset or in a depressed mode, she'd bend over backwards to make them happy. She'd once thought that Prim was a true friend, her best friend, and the realization that she was anything but that, had crushed her.
As if to intently fuck with her, the oven bill rang, causing Prim to look up from her phone and look at Emily with a silly smile. "I know what that smell is." Prim said, in a high-pitched excited tone that made her look like a ten-year-old.
"Yeah?" Emily said, giving a reluctant smile herself. She couldn't help but feel good that Prim remembered. She'd eaten the same cake a hundred times. Emily thought about whether or not she deserved to taste it again. While Prim waited there, obviously putting effort into keeping a friendly face, Emily got up and walked to the kitchen; she already baked the damn thing, one last time couldn't hurt.
She plated two pieces and walked back to their room. She gave prim her plate, barley looking at her, then got back to her bed, and instantly dug in. Prim took a bite then sighed, more like moaned at the taste. "Geeee. It's still good. Thanks Emily."
"Welcome." She said bluntly.
"Can't believe it's been month since I've eaten this thing."
Emily chewed harder as she stared at the ground near Prim's sneakers, and couldn't help but mumble. "You would've tasted it more if you haven't turned into a bitch."
Prim looked confused, like she wasn't sure that she'd heard her right, "What?"
"Nothing." Emily looked up. "Glad you liked it." She gave a wide fake smile.
