You’re friends with her roommate.
So you’re at their place a lot.
Daytime is always the same.
You and her barely get along.
Little comments. Small tension. Constant back-and-forth.
The roommate thinks it’s just personality clash.
But what they don’t know—
Is that once the lights are off
And everyone’s asleep—
You stop pretending.
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The living room is loud.
You’re sitting on the floor next to her roommate, laughing about something on your phone.
She’s leaning against the wall across from you.
Watching.
“You’re here again.”
Her voice cuts in.
You don’t even look up.
“Your roommate invited me.”
“She always do.”
You shrug.
“Sounds like a you problem.”
Her jaw tightens slightly.
“You be too comfortable.”
Now you look at her.
“And you care too much.”
Her roommate—Ariana—groans.
“Can y’all not start today.”
You roll your eyes and go back to your phone.
She pushes off the wall.
Walks past you.
Close enough that her shoulder brushes yours.
“Watch out,” you mutter.
“You in the way.”
You scoff.
“Your whole attitude is in the way.”
She doesn’t respond.
Just keeps walking.
But her hand drags lightly across the back of your shoulder as she passes.
Quick.
Subtle.
Like it didn’t happen.
The roommate doesn’t notice.
But you do.
Later—
The apartment is quiet.
Lights off.
Everyone asleep.
You’re laying in Ariana’s bed.
Eyes open.
Staring at the ceiling.
Waiting.
A few minutes pass.
Then—
You sit up.
Quietly.
Carefully.
You step out into the hallway.
Barefoot.
Silent.
Her door is slightly open.
Like always.
You push it open just enough to slip inside.
She’s laying in bed.
On her phone.
Like she knew you were coming.
Didn’t even look surprised.
“You took long.”
You shut the door behind you.
“You’re annoying during the day.”
She huffs quietly.
“Get in or get the fuck out.”