not to be like “life is bullshit and i should be living on a small farm by the sea” but life is bullshit and i should be living on a small farm by the sea
the july heats killing her, even in her shorts and sports bra so she’s become accustomed to lounging out on the fire escape whenever she spent a significant amount of time in another’s room. currently, she’s sat on the stairs near bryan’s window with an unlit joint dangling from her lips when she hears his loud burst through the bedroom door. she’d been waiting for him. wondered what was taking so long but something told her she was about to find out. eyebrows raised in his direction as she brought the lighter up to her lips. “you okay?” she asks, quickly inhaling a first toke before shoving her lighter away. she stands, letting the cloud of smoke fade away from the window before she sticks her head in the window to catch a glance at him. “am i kicking someone’s ass?” she questions her roommate. brows furrowing before she takes a seat on the stairs again. another toke in, she turns her gaze towards the streets. “cause i will – just gotta let me know.” she hollers to him.
“No,” Bryan huffed out, dropping his bag with a loud thunk onto the floor, looking over at Octavia as she sticks her head in the window. “No, no. Don’t kick his ass. Just because he’s a stupid fuck doesn’t mean he needs his ass kicked. Just… Ugh.” He moved over then, climbing halfway out the window to join Octavia on the fire escape. He sighed and leaned against the wall, looking at her with a grumpy expression. “He canceled, after I sat there for almost an hour. Said he had other things to do and we could reschedule. Again. For the third time in two weeks. I’m starting to think he just doesn’t want to date anymore. So I’m going to head back out and buy as much ice cream as I can, and go out like a hero.”
“don’t toy with my emotions there, B – now we have to put the notice on the bulletin board in jasper’s room,” there’s a smirk lacing her lips but for a half a second it seems to slip ever so slightly. it’s been a long week since she’s been inside the apartment across the hall – the downfall of avoiding her big brother. but she doesn’t allow her thoughts to linger on bellamy long before she shifts her attention to her roommate. absentmindedly, octavia’s finger’s start tracing patterns along his clothing, spelling words and making random shapes. “can we go to that diner down the block?” she asks, remembering how good the french toast had been a few weeks back when she had tried it. “i’ll buy,” she offers, far too excited for their adventure now.
“Me? Come on, O, you know I’d never do that,” Bryan chuckled out at her, “And we’ll do that.” He continued playing with her hair, making the next braid a little more complicated, testing it out as he felt her drawing patterns and shapes on his clothes. “The one down the block? Is that the one where we got breakfast the one time?” He asked, furrowing his brows and trying to think about what she meant, though he nodded anyway. “Yeah, sounds good. Now, how about we get some sleep, because otherwise I’m going to make your hair a mess.”
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