Page 8 of Spin The Bottle
She nods. “We can watch a movie or something, to celebrate.”
“Well, since someone’s dragging me to a party tomorrow, I only have today to study,” Madi says apologetically. “I won’t make it. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay,” Rosie says, eyeing Gabi. “What about you?”
She shakes her head. “Dance practice,” she says.
Rosie frowns, looking at me.
A laugh escapes me. “Sure, I’ll be there. I just have to get my stuff from my dorm before I do.”
Gabi lets out a snort. “Good luck dealing with her.”
I don’t need luck. I need resilience.
4
New roommates
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
I stop in my tracks, the bucket of popcorn almost spilling. There’s some seriously heavy breathing going on in there, and honestly, I don’t know what to do.
I mean, I don’t really want to go in there and walk in on… whatever the hell they’re doing, but I also want to fuck with them.
“Aiden’s here,” Rosie gasps. I shake my head, stifling a laugh.
“He’s in the bathroom,” I hear Grayson reply. “I just want to kiss you. It feels like I haven’t seen you in so long.”
Thank God. They’re just kissing. I push open the living room doors and hear shuffling, watching as Rosie almost jumps out of her skin when she hears the door open.
I settle myself in between them, placing the popcorn on the glass table in front of us and place my arms around each of their shoulders. I let out a sigh. “What we doing, roomies?” I say to both my roommates because it turns out Rosie is moving in with us.
Grayson throws my arm away from him, getting up from the couch. I’m unable to stop laughing when he scowls at me. “You couldn’t have given us ten more minutes?” he asks, throwing a throw pillow at me.
A snort escapes me as I catch the pillow. “Please. We both know it would have taken more than ten minutes.”
He shakes his head and laughs, sitting on the other side and pulling Rosie to his side. Those two have been glued to each other’s side since they got together. I’ve got to say, I like seeing Grayson happy. Dude didn’t even think he was capable of love a few months ago, and now look at him; he looks like a lovesick puppy.
“What are we watching?” I ask, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bucket.
Rosie smiles at me. “A walk to remember.”
Grayson snickers. “You staying for the movie?” he asks me.
I shrug. “Finished my workout, got nothing to do.”
He shakes his head. “Good luck, bro,” he says, humor coating his tone.
“For what?”
“It’s a chick flick about a girl who’s dying.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“They’re going to cry.”
