Roommates

Chapter 7

"I...I guess. Ummm...so any jobs today?" I clasped my hands together under the covers while my fingers tapped nervously against the back of my hands.

"No, I don't have anything for the rest of the week," Hannah stated. "I'm looking forward to relaxing at home."

"That's...good." Now I have to work my schedule around her being in the apartment.

"Maybe I can spend more time with you," Hannah added.

My eyes widened at her words. I shook my head and turned toward her. "No, you don't."

"Why is that?" Hannah's perfectly curved eyebrow quirked at my response.

"I'm...boring. You don't want to spend time with me," I said.

"I think you're very interesting," Hannah replied back, her eyes challenging me.

I was completely speechless that all I could do was mindlessly stare back at her.

"You have really pretty eyes," Hannah said softly.

I could feel the temperature rise to my cheeks and I quickly shifted on my back. I held my blanket even tighter now. "Uh... so I was uh curious, why did you play softball?"

Hannah let out a deep breath and after a few moments, she finally spoke. "My dad played baseball when he was younger and in my way I was kind of following his footsteps."

"That makes sense. Cheerleading never interested you?"

"Never." Hannah shook her head with a laugh. "Do I look like a cheerleader to you?"

"Yes, like the stereotypical popular cheerleader," I answered truthfully.

"I wouldn't say I was popular but well-liked," Hannah answered.

"That's what a popular person would say," I retorted. I turned to face her.

"Fine, I guess I was popular then," Hannah said with a roll of her eyes.

A small smirk appeared on my lips as I gave myself a mental clap on the back for my victory.

"To answer your question about the cheerleading thing. I don't think I ever wanted to be a cheerleader because my older sister was one," Hannah answered. "She was the super popular one, who loved all the attention."

"You didn't want to be in her shadow," I said softly.

"Yeah and it was hard competing with her," Hannah said casually.

"What do you mean?"

"Every time I had a crush on someone, Amanda would get their attention," Hannah explained. "One time I found her kissing my prom date."

"Ugh, she sounds awful." How could anyone do that to their own sibling?

"She does, doesn't she," Hannah said with a laugh. "When I found them, she said he made a move on her."

"What did you do?' I snuggled my arm underneath my pillow, engrossed in Hannah's story.

"I dumped the guy and went to prom alone," Hannah answered. "I didn't really want to go to prom anyway, but my mom and my friends wanted me to."

"I never went to prom. How was it?"

"A waste of time actually. The girls were dancing provocatively for the guys and the food was bad," Hannah explained.

"I am happy with my choice," I said. Good job, past Cara.

"What were you like in high school?" Her eyes met mine, and I didn't realize how close we were until my leg brushed against the soft skin of her leg.

"I think I'm still the same as I am now," I said, scooting away from Hannah. " I was a loner, always quiet and awkward."

"You always hung out by yourself," Hannah asked a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Yes, except when I was in class with my twin sister."

"You're a twin?" Hannah stared at me with wide eyes, mouth slightly parted.

"Yeah, fraternal twins," I said. "She's the normal one. She has all the confidence and social ability."

"Is she your only sibling?'

"No, I have an older brother," I answered. "Is Amanda your only sibling?"

"Yes, she's my parent's pride and joy," Hannah stated.

"What a shame," I answered. "You're so much better." I clasped a hand over my mouth and hoped she didn't hear.

Hannah lips curved into a huge grin as she nudged my arm. "Thank you."

I silently cursed at myself as I closed my eyes. What is wrong with me? Why did I say that? Suddenly I felt long arms wrap around my waist and pulled me in. When I opened my eyes, I saw Hannah looking down at me. My face was dangerously close to her chest or should I say cleavage. I must remind myself to buy this girl more t-shirts because it seemed like she really loves tank tops.

"You're so adorable," Hannah gushed as she squeezed me in a tight hug.

I did my best to move away from her grasp and my neck was straining to the extreme so that I would not be smothered by her breast. I failed miserably as my cheek came in contact with her boob.

"Uh, I don't know about you, but I'm very uncomfortable in this position," I uttered.

"Oh, sorry." Hannah looked down at me, her cheeks turned a tinge of pink.

She finally released me while I rubbed my cheek."Ugh, I felt like I got punched by your girls."

Hannah let out a giggle, while I glared at her. She leaned her head down on my shoulder, as fits of laughter took control of her.

"It's not funny," I said bluntly.

Hannah draped her arm over my stomach, as she laughed into my shoulder. I let out a sigh and shook my head. Is this what friendship was like?