Friends

Chapter 1

I woke up to the familiar sound of my alarm clock ringing. Groaning, I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes, attempting to drown out the sound and go back to sleep.

"Turn it off!"

"Sammy!"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

The loud protests of my now very awake and very angry roommates force my eyes open once again. I turn my head to watch as a completely unbothered Frankie continued to lay beside me, fast asleep. Curious to see if she would react, I poked her side. When she didn't react at all, I frowned slightly, not entirely convinced that she was alive. Shrugging, I lazily reached towards my nightstand, putting an end to my alarm clock's loud screeching.

"Frankie, get up," I sighed, "You have to take a shower."

Frankie, however, made no indication that she had heard me and continued to lay lifelessly in the bed. Rolling my eyes, I got up and ripped the covers off her, which almost immediately resulted in a upset groan from sleeping beauty herself.

"Get up, smelly." I scolded, hitting her with a spare pillow repetitively. She groaned and opened her eyes reluctantly, only to shut them immediately once she saw it was me.

"No! Let me sleep." She drawled, face buried into her pillow.

Setting aside the pillow, I made my way towards the window, drawing the blinds up all the way.

"Ah! It's so bright, noooo." She cried, reaching for the covers that now rested by her feet. Snatching them before she could, I made my way out of the room, covers in hand.

"Have fun as you shower! Don't forget to wash away the regrets of last night!" I called out enthusiastically as I left the room.

The floor was cold as I made my way towards our laundry room and I mentally cursed myself for not grabbing socks before I left. Opening the washer, I shoved the white comforter into the metal hole, pausing as I heard shuffling behind me. I turned my head to see a very bundled up Angela stretching in the hallway.

"Good morning! Can you get the boys up, please." I said, flashing her a smile. She rubbed her eyes tiredly before nodded her head.

Drawing my attention back to the washer machine, I began to pour in some detergent.

"GET UP FUCKERS!" I heard Angela yell from behind me.

I poked at the machine, adjusting time and water temperature.

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!" A voice, that undoubtedly belonged to Gabe, yelled back from inside the boys' room.

Satisfied with my choices, I pressed 'Start' and opened the dryer, to begin sorting through the clothes that had been sitting there since last night.

"BECAUSE YOU BITCHES WOULDN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP LAST NIGHT. NEXT TIME YOU GUYS GET SHIT FACED AT THE CLUB, DON'T COME HOME." Angela replied, sounding genuinely pissed off. Stomping away from their door, she walked past me, mumbling that she would get breakfast started.

Realizing that the boys probably weren't going to get up anytime soon, I walked over to their door and turned the handle. I frowned when it stayed in place, meaning the door was locked.

"Why is the door locked?" I questioned, loud enough so they could hear me from inside their room.

When I didn't get a response, I quickly got impatient. "Gabe, Gustavo, why is this door locked? What are you two doing? I thought we all agreed that none of us would hook up with each other."

I heard a loud groan and a squeak of a bed spring come from inside, signifying that one of them was up. I waited impatiently as I heard the shuffling of feet make their way to the door.