#p:tillie

[evehansenn]

closed//

@charbroussard​ & @evehansenn​

Eve sped through the halls of the St. Joan dormitory, checking her wrist watch, 9:58, she was cutting it close. She was coming home from her evening out with their professor, Dr. K, barreling home so she could go straight to her diary, this was a lot to unpack. So many thoughts, ideas, possibilities. Finicking with her fingers her mind started to wander. She was thinking about his face. More importantly what she wanted to do to his face. Anyways, her face had been cemented into a grin since leaving his car, and seeing his reaction to her question. Class on Monday was going to be interesting, but right now all Eve wanted to do was take these damn shoes off. Walking up to their door, Eve slips off her shoes, the cool linoleum floor easing the stings of her now blistered feet. She tried to open the door to see it was locked, checking her purse, Eve had also now realized she had forgotten her keys. She wriggled the doorknob for a couple more seconds before loudly knocking continuously, knowing her roommate was home and demanding she open the door. “Charlotte, let me in!”

[e-vexhansen]

[closed:: eve & tillie]

@charbroussard

Eve scrambled through her dark brown leather shoulder bag searching for her keys as she approached her dorm room's door. She had a tendency to leave them practically anywhere except for where they should be. It was late. She guessed around nine thirty at night. Due to her recent shortcomings in class, she'd been spending more and more time at the library, hoping something of importance would actually stick in her mind.

The hallway was eerily empty, cold, with an electricity lingering in the air. Maybe it was the buzzing of the bulbs wall sconces, they seemed to her to be on their last legs of life. She knew her roommate would scold her, again, for forgetting her keys - the lump in her throat grew. They always seemed to be at odds with one another. Eve certainly wasn't expecting to become best friends with the other girl, she didn't expect things to end up this way either.

As she approached the door, she raised a hesitant fist to knock before dropping it back to her side. Maybe she forgot to lock it, and an unnecessary confrontation could be avoided. She tried the knob, locked, of course.

Quickly, she rapped it 4 times. "Ti-" she started, clearing her throat. Tillie seemed too informal, too familiar. Her ears grew hot. "Charlotte." She called out, cheek pressed to the door, trying to keep her volume low. "Charlotte, I forgot my keys... Again... Can you please open the door?" She pressed her forehead to the cold painted wood and prayed she was still awake.