One Soul, Two Bodies

One

Samari hated mornings. She hated the hammering in her head and the way her throat closed up when she tried to take in a breath. Her bangs stuck to her face as she shifted in bed with a groan, the sunlight dripping into the room enough to annoy her awake. She elbowed the body beside her. "I told you to close the curtains last night," she whined. Samariyah stirred beside her, yanking the blanket around herself and exposing Samari's bare legs to the chill of the room.

Samari peaked one eye open first, groaning again even louder when her headache got worse from the piercing light. She pulled the covers back and the girl beside her cursed.

Most nights ended like this. Sometimes Samari's bed, sometime's Sam's. Depends on whoever's room they crashed in. Most of the time it was Samariyah's because her room was closer to the front door and therefore less of a hassle to get to. It was strictly platonic, nothing but exhaustion behind it. The first couple of times it was awkward, but now it was just part of the routine.

Today was Sam's bed and Samari was irritated. "I want aspirin," she mumbled, her hangover kicking her ass. She found pleasure in knowing that Sam probably felt worse. The other girl took a few seconds but eventually got out of bed. She muttered a string of incoherent curse words as she shuffled around her stuff before finding a bottle of painkillers and tossing it at her.

Samari was barely able to catch it before it smacked her in the face. She was too tired to argue as she looked down at the label. Tylenol. That would work. She took two casually, finding a glass of water on the floor beside the bed that she had forgotten about last night and swallowing them.

Sam snatched it from her and did the same thing. Now that they were waking up more, Samari gave her a goofy grin. "Did you have fun?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at her closest friend. Flashes from last night filtered through her mind.

"It was mid," Sam shrugged, earning a fake gasp from Samari.

Samari collapsed back into the covers with a yawn. "I don't know, Sam. You were drunker than me."

Samariyah turned away, "Don't you have classes?"

"Can you take me?" she made sure to use puppy dog eyes.

"But you have your car," Sam said, pulling out her phone.

Samari sat back up, moving her legs to sit criss-cross. She ran a hand through her bed-head, feeling the mess around her fingers. "I knowww," she dragged out the word. "But I don't feel like driving right now."

"Call an uber," she retorted without looking up from her phone, typing a response to a text Samari couldn't see.

"You want me to get kidnapped?" Samari gasped.

Samariyah finally looked up from her phone, eyebrows crossing in confusion as she laughed. "When did I say that?"

"You're so mean," Samari whined.

"Your mom," Sam said back childishly.

"I'll pay for breakfast," Samari begged. She had too much of a headache to drive. "I'll find a ride home."

"No you won't," Sam said knowingly. She already knew that she'd have to go pick her up too. "Just get ready." she caved.

Samari clapped and got up, searching for her pants and socks. She doesn't remember when those were dropped but she doesn't remember much from last night, anyways. Thanks to Sam, most of her nights ended in a blur. Samari was scared for the day Sam got a boyfriend. She would be happy for her, of course, but she didn't want anything to change. Their friendship was strange to an outsiders point of view. It didn't matter much to them but they spent every night together and almost always ended it in the same bed.