“Maya, clean up your shit!” You yell from her room. Maya had recently borrowed your homework and you were getting it back, but you’ve always known she was a messy person.

“We’ll find it sometime this week, don’t stress girl!” She says, leaning on the doorway and shrugging.

“We aren’t leaving until we find it, I hope you know that.” You say back, receiving a groan from Maya.

“Fine, but if I get in trouble with my professor, it’s your fault.” She ties her hair back, searching with you.