♡My Strange Addiction♡--Billie Eilish

Wednesday was your..friend? Acquaintance? Well, whatever she was, she had a strange way of showing it. She stayed in a dorm right across from yours. Every morning since she came to nevermore, it has become a daily routine to come see you before you both went to your classes. It was a bit odd. Everybody talked negatively about her when she first came to nevermore--saying that she was a psychopath. Dark. And, even a killer. Which you didn't necessarily doubt.*

She was polite. But not the kindest. She was cold. Dry. Sarcastic. But to you? Well, she tried her best for you. You didn't know why, but if you didn't know any better, then you'd say that she had a strange addiction towards you. It was odd. Other than you, you've never seen her with anybody. She never came out of her dorm..well, except for when that bubbly werewolf forces her to. Now, this morning, you open your door to see her. Typical. But now she has a plate of cookies in her hands.

Looking up at your much taller figure with those big eyes that you swore pounded right thru your soul. You hesitated, wondering what the catch is. Wondering if she really was a killer. Wondering if you should take the cookies. You never took her for a chef no matter how good she is with knives. Then you break. Taking the plate of cookies from her cold, pale hands. Then she speaks up with her usually dry and stoic tone "Oatmeal raisin. Your favorite."