It was a casual Wednesday: I had worked eight vigorously long hours during the day, then came home freshened up; which consisted of me washing my face while jamming out to Big God by Florence and the Machines and changing out of my dark gray scrubs, then proceeded to work on some assignments that were due the following class day. Afterward, Austin my best friend from high school came over to my place and we hung out (basically me just venting). I told him how stressed I was from my freshmen framework class and how my professor takes the course a little to far then need be. Once it was starting to get late, Austin and I said our goodbyes and he left; prompting me to see what my roommate Tiffany was up to. Since I was just simply walking across the apartment, I left my phone in my room sitting on top of my full size bed face down.
“How was class?” I asked Tiffany.
“It was alright, I have a paper due next week for my history class” Tiffany replied laying on her bed with papers surrounded her tiny body.
The feelings I have towards my roommate, Tiffany, fluctuates on a day to day bases. Yes, I like her and I enjoy our conversations, but she is a slob. Her homework is always sprawled out along the counter top of the bar as well as on the living room coffee table. Sometimes I forget what the color of the coffee table even is. It’s not until I go behind her and organize her clutter and realize it's a hazelnut brown.
“Oh fun stuff” I snapped back sarcastically.
However, the next sound I heard did not come out of Tiffany’s mouth, it came from a knock on our front door. Before I opened the door, I snatched my phone from my the top of my bed and saw I had a missed call from Austin. So naturally, I assumed it was him at the front door and “for once” I was right. The words that came out of Austin’s mouth were the most iconic words I have ever heard him say in the past year of us being best friends, ones I will simply never forget forming from his mouth.
“I can’t find my car, bro” Austin’s stone cold face said.
I naturally started laughing then followed it with
“What??? What do you mean you can’t find your car?!”
“I seriously can’t find my car, Nicky. It’s not where I parked it”
I slipped my dark brown Birkenstocks on and went outside with him following behind to see if I could somehow find the said “missing vehicle”. After looking midway down the row of cars parked, we accepted our defeat and headed up the stairs - both with the realization: Austin’s car was gone. While Austin was in panic mode, I tried to contain my laughs - but didn’t succeed. Tiffany asked me across the apartment what was going on. I kept it sweet ...
