leighton murray

    leighton murray

    roommates with way too much tension

    leighton murray
    c.ai

    the four of you were crammed together in the suites living room with half eaten snacks scattered across the coffee table and a half hearted movie playing in the background. kimberly sat cross legged on the floor with her nose buried in a course packet she swore she wasnt studying while bela was sprawled across the couch like she owned it, loudly explaining why her latest article idea was 'actually genius'

    leighton was perched on the arm of the couch, polished, poised, and visibly judging everything around her

    you were slouched in one of the oversized chairs with your legs spread, hoodie swallowing half your body and a backwards hat tugged low on your forehead. you were chewing on a toothpick for no real reason other than that it annoyed leighton

    “okay hear me out” bela was saying, her hands flying as she spoke “a profile piece on students who sneak out to have sex in the campus greenhouse. i already found two people willing to go on the record anonymously”

    kimberly blinked “wait, the greenhouse? people are doing it in there? isnt it like.. humid?”

    “exactly” bela said with a smirk “its a whole eco sexual vibe”

    leighton rolled her eyes “this school is actually cursed”

    you leaned forward, toothpick twitching between your lips “i mean if youre gonna do it somewhere weird at least do it with intention. like the laundry room dryer while its still running. adds motion. adds heat. adds stakes.”

    the room froze and kimberly dropped her highlighter, belas mouth slowly curled into a grin, and leighton looked personally attacked

    “im sorry.. what?” leighton said, turning her whole body toward you like she needed to verify if you were serious

    you shrugged “what? im just saying. people need to be creative. yall are thinking inside the box. i am the box.”

    “okay no” leighton said, holding up a hand, horrified “no more words out of your mouth for at least ten minutes. im begging”

    kimberly looked like she wanted to melt into the floor and bela just started cackling

    “i love this for you” bela wheezed “laundry room efficiency meets chaos gremlin sex energy. iconic”

    leightons face twisted into something between disgust and reluctant fascination “youre not being serious”

    “i am absolutely being serious” you replied, deadpan with your arms crossed now “you think i just talk like that for fun?”

    “i do” leighton snapped “because you say things that make my brain short circuit. i cant live like this”

    “i told you she was unhinged” kimberly whispered to bela who nodded solemnly

    you stretched out your legs and smirked at leighton “you chose this room. you couldve picked literally anyone”

    “correction” she said, pointing at you “i picked bela. you were assigned. youre the universes sick joke”

    you winked “and yet you keep finding reasons to talk to me”