Post by Sammie on Apr 10, 2017 5:26:53 GMT
Sammie: “I'm sorry”
Harper, sitting on her bed thumbing through one of her magazines ignores her when she comes into the room. Sammie stands leaning against the doorway waiting. Once Harper realizes that Sammie isn’t going to walk away, she slaps her magazine down on the bed in front of herself looking up at her.
Harper: “Are you though?”
Sammie flinches a bit from the resounding smack of the magazine hitting Harper’s comforter. Normally, it wouldn’t have been much, but the dead silence that preceded Harper’s outburst was even louder in its own right. Before the blonde had uttered her measly apology she knew that something was quite off as she entered their home.
Sammie: “Why would you think that I am not?”
Harper scoffs and turns her head to the side. She stares over at the wall as she tongues the inside of her mouth, gnawing her jaw a little as she does. She takes a deep breath before turning back to Sammie.
Harper: “I've asked you to NOT do several things and what did you do? You did them anyways. So yeah… I’m not sure that I believe you because as far as I’ve seen so far… you don’t really care about me, but only about yourself.”
Sammie: “That is not true! I-...I… I am… Andskotinn hafi það!... Það er ekki ég!... Ég er ekki þannig! Skotin!"
(Eng lit. - God damn it! That's not me! I'm not that way! I’m not!)
Sammie says accidentally slipping back into the tongue she used whenever she was flustered. It had been a consistent thing with Sammie that regardless of how Americana she wanted to appear, her roots would take over with her most base emotions… She was deeply upset with this judgment from her roommate… And it showed as her capacity to speak clear English eroded into a flurry of words Harper couldn’t understand. Harper turned her head and furrowed her eyebrows at her. She shook her head as she spoke again.
Harper: “I don’t know whether you're cursing at me or what, but I don’t like being pushed around. I was pushed around my whole childhood, I won’t let you come into my apartment now and try it again now.”
Sammie would do her best to not shed a tear as she could feel a surge welling up in her face… She would also fail. A few droplets fell from her eyes as she hurriedly put up a hand to wipe them away with the edge of her palm.
Sammie: “Afsakið!... A..ah fah… I-I’m sorry!”
(Eng Lit. - Sorry!)
She would say with her face quickly growing into a shade of aggressive pink. She wasn’t used to this at all. She’d lived a life of having to worry only about her feelings. The prospect that someone she really wanted to befriend was upset at her, was something she’d never had to deal with before.
She quickly sat her ass down in the beanie chair next to the edge of the bed. At this point she was content on shutting everything else out, pretending as if none of it was real… As if this fight wasn’t happening. She’d bury her face within the ravine of space between her legs, hiding her crying eyes from Harper and muffling any sob of sniffle that looked to escape from her.
Harper: “Listen, I can tell that you’re having a hard time with this. With moving here, with living with me. I don’t know why? I feel like I’m pretty easy to get along with. But it begs the question, Sammie… you could have your own place from what I gather… why bother moving in with me if this is how it was going to be?”
Harper chews on her bottom lips for a moment, trying not to fold to her friend’s crying. She was still unsure if she was being set up, cause so far that was how it seemed things went between the two. Harper stayed away, hoping her response would convince her a little more than she currently was believing.
Sammie: "... I paid back all the money look at dresser!... I just could not use my card at the time because they ahhh.. thought a plane ticket to Delaware was a flag for the theft… and they put it on hold…"
A lie and another card maxed out. She figured she had to do it. From what she thought she was covertly taking away from Harper, she ignorantly bragged about it on social media for her roommate to discover that card was an emergency only one that her father wouldn’t cut the line for. While she appeared to be all well together and taken care of on the financial aspects of her life…
The truth of the matter was far more complicated that it would appear on the surface. But for now… Sammie would have said or done just about anything to make sure that her new lifeline in Harper… Didn’t cast away from her this soon...
Harper: “All you gotta do is tell me that. Don’t leave me in the lurch… thinking someone I just met is stealing from me.”
The look on Harper’s face changed from anger to concern. It seemed as if Sammie had done something she’d done with past friends and forgotten to mention it to her. Perhaps it was an accident that she hadn’t mentioned it to her, a natural back home type of act that didn’t register with her when she did it. She shook the thought off rather quickly though because no one has their card put on hold that often that it became normal to have a procedure to deal with it. Harper heard the new that day dog Brucie digging at Sammie’s bedroom door and her anger came back again.
Harper: “And it’s pretty common courtesy to ask someone if they’re cool with you getting a dog if you’re living at their place. My names on the lease. I understand that won’t affect you… but it does me. A lot.”
She rolls off the bed looking through her nightstand before she finds her lease. She then spouts off some numbers from the document.
Harper: “1800 dollar security deposit. And with very few apartment complexes near the school… I’d rather not have them blacklisting me. Candy stealing? No big deal… I’ll pay you back for that. But this, this is big.”
Sammie nods slightly before rising up from the beanie. She solemnly heads across the hall for her room, hanging her head shamefully. She opened up her door to let Brucie out. The boy had probably been scared to death from the shouting. However, as soon as a sliver of crack within the door was made available to the rebellious dog, he jetted straight for Harper’s room. Hopping up on her bed to give the young woman a little lick on her knee.
Sammie: “Brucie! Slæmur hundur! Bad! Boy!"
(Eng. Lit - Bad Dog!)
She looked apologetic in her facial expression looking at Harper’s steely gaze before breaking eye contact to pick up her canine friend off of the bed, cradling him in her arms.
Sammie: “I am sorry… But… I will take Brucie back in morning…”
It almost broke her heart to say it, but she had to do what she had to do to ensure that there would be a roof over her head. If this was going to please Harper… Then, sadly, she’d have to only see Brucie at the pet shop on her way to and from classes every afternoon.
Sammie: “But... But... If I make the promise to keep Brucie in room and clean up after him, can I keep him please?”
Harper looks at Sammie’s almost heartbroken face. She then looks down at Bruce who stares at her with his tongue out and big puppy dog eyes fixed on her.
Harper: “Okay fine. It’s cool.”
Harper leans forward, petting the dog on the head. He seems to relish it as he looks up licking her hand and closes his eyes.
Harper: “Secretly, he’s a cutie patootie.”
She looks over at her shoes on the ground next to the bed and points them out to Sammie. You could see bite marks on her boots and parts of the fur inside making its way out from the holes. Harper’s eyes narrow as she speaks.
Harper: “But I swear if I see him chewing on my uggs again. So help me.”
Her face breaks into a smile she tried hard to hide on her face. She was still in serious shit with Harper, but if her friend was allowing Brucie to stay that only meant that Sammie wasn’t going anywhere either.
It was another bullet she had dodged. However, it was shaping up to be one of the last rabbits she could pull out of her hat. She dared not tell Harper that she’d have to find some way to cover the upcoming rent payment. The expectation was that the money came hand in hand with Sammie.
That wasn’t the case anymore, and as happy as she felt right now… She could feel the slow stab on her insides as her mind raced as to what she could possibly do to earn the money she needed to provide to cover her fair share.
Her voice pierced through her thoughts as she followed up her words saying,
Sammie: “I make the promise to be... much better roommate… Yes.”
Harper stopped, looking her in the eyes for as long as she could. Trying to find any hint of dishonesty in her eyes. But as long as she stared, she could only tell that her roommate and her new friend was being as brutally honest with her as she had ever been since they’d met a few days beforehand. She then gave in to the wide eyes her friend was making at her.
Harper: “Good. I know you’re not used to this. Neither am I if I’m being honest. But I do know what I want… you meet me in the middle, I’ll try to meet you there as well. But you have to keep me in the loop with things. You got it? Trust is very important with me.”
Sammie nodded her head in complete submission and agreement with Harper’s request. She had, to be honest with the girl in order to regain any trust she’d lost with her so soon. For a split second, she’d began to open her mouth… Her lips were on cue to form the words that would tell Harper that Sammie was virtually broke, having paid for the ticket to relocate in Delaware and pay off her full tuition at Sussex County Championship Wrestling… She was so close to spilling everything.
But instead, she placed Brucie on Harper’s bed. She stepped close to Harper to wrap her arms around the young woman holding her close and tight…
Sammie: “Thank you.”
And as she held her friend there she couldn’t feel the warmth of having survived the first scathing growing pains between the two friends… She could only feel the cold of the expectations Harper harbored for the girl…