Her room was cold. Were it not for her spirits, which were apathetically hovering and circulating above her bed, it would have been pitch black as well. Olivia had been sick with the flu for three days. She had most likely caught something from the kids around her metaphysics class, which was located at the other end of the academy grounds where the most of the juniors trained, whom were walking and talking viral plagues. Olivia had played a little game with herself: ‘how long it would take for Britney to notice her being away.’ Three to four days was her estimate for the egocentrically ostentatious blonde; and lo and behold, she was right. The dark haired, sick girl was just about to get some sleep after a long, painful sleepless night when Britney let herself in. Olivia’s spirits had learned that nothing could disturb them in her room, therefore did not instantly retreat into her body, which the girl was eternally grateful for — getting hit by a truck with the sound of thunder in an extremely confined space was the last thing she wanted right now, not that the annoying sound of Britney’s voice was any better.

The door slammed shut. *
“Oh my God, Olivia! Where the fuck have you been?!”
“Britney? What are you doing?! Get out of here!”
The blonde simply barged in, threw her bag in some random direction, and planted herself on Olivia’s bed where the sick girl was trying to rest, crushing feet and legs.
“Aow! What the fuck?!”
“Are you sick or something?” Britney asked.
“Yes… I’m sick! How did you get in here?”
“I stole the key from the housekeeper.”
“You did what now?”
“It’s okay, I always steal room keys. But whatever, you have to help me, Liv!”
“No, get out of here!” Olivia said and smacked Britney on her shoulder.
“What’s with you?! Don’t be such a bitch!”
“I’m sick! You broke into my room! You crushed my feet! Take your pick!”
“Anyway, I’m breaking up with Jason…”
Olivia remained silent while keeping her eyes shut.
“…Liv?”
“What…,” she sighed.
“What do you mean ‘what’?! Hello?!”
“Oh my… okay! Why?”
“Like, yesterday, Brad texted me what Stacey told Mindy about what Jason did at the party, and then… like, when I went to see Stacey and asked her about it, she totally ignored me and, like, said that she didn’t know what I was talking about!”
“…and this involves me how?”
“And then, when I tried to speak with Mindy she did basically the same thing and told me that Jason didn’t see it that way and that Brad and Michael just made it up! So, it’s like, I don’t know what to do with Stacey, she’s such a fucking slut.”
Olivia sighed again, still keeping her eyes shut and trying to rest.
“Stacey is a slut.”
“Right? Oh my God, and then when Michael spoke with Mindy about Jason and Stacey, he didn’t--”
Olivia interrupted the blonde.
“What is it that you want from me, Britney? What the hell am I supposed to do about this? These are your problems.”
“Talk with Brad!”
“I can’t. I’m sick.”
Britney was silent for a moment before she hit Olivia with a hammer-fist on the dark haired girl’s hip.
“AOW! Stop that!”
“You’re such a whore.”
“Don’t call me a whore… what’s the matter with you?”
Britney threw herself beside Olivia in tears, snuggling herself into a comfortable position in the somewhat tiny bed designed for one person, and one person only.
“What are you doing? Get out of my bed, Britney.”
“But you have to help me, Liv…”
“No.”
“Pleeeasseee… I’m going to die.”
“You’re not going to die.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’ll make chocolate pudding for you.”
Olivia held her breath for a second.
“You don’t know how to make chocolate pudding.”
“I’ll buy some for you.”
A few moments passed. Olivia finally tilted her head ever so slightly and cracked an eyelid open only to see Britney next to her, staring into her eyes.
“…fine.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best, Liv!” Britney almost shouted and repeatedly kissed Olivia on her cheeks.
“Okay, okay. Now get out of my room.”