Nothing Serious

Peach Salinger

The following day is a Sunday and I wake up to a text from Rhys.

[Lets meet up. We need to talk.]

What’s the rush? I think to myself, as I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s almost 9am. I toss my phone across my bed and stretch. After taking a long shower, I slip into a pink dress with spaghetti straps that stops mid-thigh showing off my legs. I compliment the look with a pair of dark flats.

I pull my long black hair into a bun and apply a little makeup. I stare into the mirror for a few minutes, I can’t even remember the last time I dolled up this much. I grab my bag and step out.

Surprisingly, I didn’t stumble into the hamster’s cage as I step into the living room. Reggie had taken them with him before he left yesterday, why’s the cage here again?

“Good morning.” I say as I step further into the living room.

Marienne is still in her PJs. She’s standing by the dining table, buttering her toast and the amount of butter she’s using stresses me out—a pat that si