Her room was cold. Were it not for her spirits, which were apathetically hovering and circulating above her bed, it would have been pitch black as well. Olivia had been sick with the flu for three days. She had most likely caught something from the kids around her metaphysics class, which was located at the other end of the academy grounds where the most of the juniors trained, whom were walking and talking viral plagues. Olivia had played a little game with herself: โhow long it would take for Britney to notice her being away.โ Three to four days was her estimate for the egocentrically ostentatious blonde; and lo and behold, she was right. The dark haired, sick girl was just about to get some sleep after a long, painful sleepless night when Britney let herself in. Oliviaโs spirits had learned that nothing could disturb them in her room, therefore did not instantly retreat into her body, which the girl was eternally grateful for โ getting hit by a truck with the sound of thunder in an extremely confined space was the last thing she wanted right now, not that the annoying sound of Britneyโs voice was any better.
The door slammed shut.
*โOh my God, Olivia! Where the fuck have you been?!โ
โBritney? What are you doing?! Get out of here!โ
The blonde simply barged in, threw her bag in some random direction, and planted herself on Oliviaโs bed where the sick girl was trying to rest, crushing feet and legs.
โAow! What the fuck?!โ
โAre you sick or something?โ Britney asked.
โYesโฆ Iโm sick! How did you get in here?โ
โI stole the key from the housekeeper.โ
โYou did what now?โ
โItโs okay, I always steal room keys. But whatever, you have to help me, Liv!โ
โNo, get out of here!โ Olivia said and smacked Britney on her shoulder.
โWhatโs with you?! Donโt be such a bitch!โ
โIโm sick! You broke into my room! You crushed my feet! Take your pick!โ
โAnyway, Iโm breaking up with Jasonโฆโ
Olivia remained silent while keeping her eyes shut.
โโฆLiv?โ
โWhatโฆ,โ she sighed.
โWhat do you mean โwhatโ?! Hello?!โ
โOh myโฆ okay! Why?โ
โLike, yesterday, Brad texted me what Stacey told Mindy about what Jason did at the party, and thenโฆ like, when I went to see Stacey and asked her about it, she totally ignored me and, like, said that she didnโt know what I was talking about!โ
โโฆand this involves me how?โ
โAnd then, when I tried to speak with Mindy she did basically the same thing and told me that Jason didnโt see it that way and that Brad and Michael just made it up! So, itโs like, I donโt know what to do with Stacey, sheโs such a fucking slut.โ
Olivia sighed again, still keeping her eyes shut and trying to rest.
โStacey is a slut.โ
โRight? Oh my God, and then when Michael spoke with Mindy about Jason and Stacey, he didnโt--โ
Olivia interrupted the blonde.
โWhat is it that you want from me, Britney? What the hell am I supposed to do about this? These are your problems.โ
โTalk with Brad!โ
โI canโt. Iโm sick.โ
Britney was silent for a moment before she hit Olivia with a hammer-fist on the dark haired girlโs hip.
โAOW! Stop that!โ
โYouโre such a whore.โ
โDonโt call me a whoreโฆ whatโs the matter with you?โ
Britney threw herself beside Olivia in tears, snuggling herself into a comfortable position in the somewhat tiny bed designed for one person, and one person only.
โWhat are you doing? Get out of my bed, Britney.โ
โBut you have to help me, Livโฆโ
โNo.โ
โPleeeasseeeโฆ Iโm going to die.โ
โYouโre not going to die.โ
โYes, I am.โ
โNo, youโre not.โ
โIโll make chocolate pudding for you.โ
Olivia held her breath for a second.
โYou donโt know how to make chocolate pudding.โ
โIโll buy some for you.โ
A few moments passed. Olivia finally tilted her head ever so slightly and cracked an eyelid open only to see Britney next to her, staring into her eyes.
โโฆfine.โ
โThank you, thank you, thank you! Youโre the best, Liv!โ Britney almost shouted and repeatedly kissed Olivia on her cheeks.
โOkay, okay. Now get out of my room.โ