"If the whole world got to know you, you'll be everyone's favourite person."

Alexa

The alarm goes off, awakening me. I hate mornings with a passion. I would do anything to get an extra minute in bed inside my cozy blanket. It's a dream. 

I remove my T-shirt although the weather is getting colder as winter is approaching but there's nothing better than walking half naked in your house. Living with a roommate? I got over that after college because I need personal space. By that I mean, I like to walk around naked, take a shit with the door open and running naked across the hallway to get a towel from my room; everything is done in peace. 

So naturally, I was in my short shorts and sports bra as I head to the kitchen to make something like a breakfast before I get work done. 

Suddenly I hear a groan, I turn to face my living room and quickly grabbed a knife for safety reasons. I hid behind the counter and peeked to see if there was anyone there. And surprise surprise, Noah was standing there confused and tired when he saw me with a knife in my hand. Then he started laughing and I caught a few words that slipped from his mouth, "The knife it's… it's a butter…". I quickly realized that the knife that I had that I was probably going to kill him with was just a butter knife but I mean, the girl was desperate and didn't have enough time to check if the knife was sharp enough to slit through his throat.

I stood up but immediately sat down once again, covering myself as I remembered my outfit was a sports bra. I was not about to stand in front of him in this so I instruct him into my bedroom to get my T-shirt while squatting behind the counter. Surprisingly, he does as I told him and after wearing the T-shirt I stood up.

It was embarrassing to even say anything at that moment so I turn around and continue with my breakfast. I could hear Noah walking into the bathroom and then turning on the TV. 

I hear my phone ring in my bedroom but before I could wash my hands and get my phone, Noah is already on his way and he gets it for me saying, "It's Emma."

I take the phone, "Hey Em."

"Lex, I need you to come and get me. I'm outside the late night bar," she babbles. 

"I'm on my way and call me if anything happens." I cut the call and call over to Noah, "I need to go get Emma from the bar."

"What happened?"

"I don't know," I reply as I get my keys and start to leave. 

"Wait, I'm coming." Noah comes with me and he gets into the driver's seat and I didn't say anything because although I love to drive I'm not in the mood to do that right now. 

Immediately we park the car, I jump out and start to search for Emma. I couldn't see her outside so I rushed inside and there I saw her. The makeup on her face smeared, her hair a ruffled mess and her dresses torn at the shoulder. I run and hug her as she cries on my shoulder. Whatever has happened to her, it wasn't good. 

"Lex," she sobs. 

"I'm here," I comfort her with my hand at the small of her back. This is not the Emma I've seen. She's usually a cheerful ball of happiness and even if you don't want to smile you will because she radiates positive energy.

We walk out of the bar and inside the car I sit with Emma at the back. I knew that she wouldn't say anything especially since Noah is here so I tell him, "You can drop us at my house." He does as told and leaves right after. 

Emma goes into my room and I let her sleep and get the rest she needs. She works at the Late Night Bar on weeknights and yesterday night was not an exception. 

I finish making breakfast as I was really hungry at this point. It wasn't a healthy breakfast - waffles with strawberries and blueberries. I put some aside for Emma for when she wakes up and then I munch on mine. 

"Lex," Emma grumbles as she rubs her eyes and walks into the living room. 

"Yeah? Feeling better?"

"Yup," she murmured.

"You can have breakfast. It's on the counter."

She walks up to it and then shouts, "Waffles! How glorious!" She attacks it, like literally.

"Want to talk about last night?"

"Nah. Do you want to get a tattoo?" She asks the most random question. 

"If you don't want to talk about it then we won't and about the tattoo, it's no from me." Maybe what happened last night was not worth talking about. Things like that happen all the time, so when she said that I wasn't too bothered. 

"But I want to get one," she turns around and points to the skin behind her neck, "Right here I want a little snowflake."

"I mean if you really want to and if you are completely sober then we can think about it," I say a little concerned about this sudden decision on getting a tattoo and it's also her first one. 

"Already thought through it and I'm getting it today. Right now." She skips out of the house and I run to catch up to her and off we went to the tattoo parlor to get her a tattoo. 

Once I got there I saw Noah's message saying, 'Is everything alright?" and I quickly replied with 'Yes, she's fine now'. I headed into the parlor and Emma was already discussing the design.

"Fuck," Emma bites her lips as she's getting the tattoo. 

  I just squeeze her hands to soothe her but it doesn't seem to work. 

"Shit, who's idea was it get this motherfucker?" she asks rhetorically.

But I still answer, "Yours."

"It fucking hurts," she goes on screaming in pain. 

"And we're all done," the tattoo artist announces and at that Emma gets up and moves to the mirror to look at it but she needed a hand mirror to see it.

"Worth it," she states and smiles. 

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