Amber grabbed a few things from her dresser, namely, a set of silvery pajamas, and swept out of her room and into the only bathroom in the dorm. She closed the door behind herself, then glanced in he mirror with a sigh. What had she gotten herself into…?
William leaned back against the headboard of his bed, eyes closed, a violin perched upon his shoulders. The bow moved delicately along the strings, creating soft, gentle music. It was ironic, William thought. The music he created through the violin was peaceful, whereas he was not.
He first started playing music as a way to control his urge for violence. He was instructed by his first therapist, and William realized playing really did soothe him. It was different than listening to music. Playing was different.
He could have gotten far more lost in the music he was making when a knock on the door interrupted him.
Amber had stood outside of William’s room listening to him play for who knows how long. He was good, she had to admit. She had actually enjoyed the music he’d made. But they needed food, and she needed him to come with.
“William,” she called through the closed door when the music stopped. “I’m going grocery shopping, and I was thinking it might be good for you to come along. You could pick out things you like, too, that way.”
William clicked his tongue in irritation.
"No need," he replied, not moving from his spot on the bed. "Go get your shopping done with."
Amber glared at the door, letting out an annoyed breath. "I wasn't asking, William. You do still have to pay for half, anyway, so you may as well come with."
William took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. Setting his instrument aside, he stalked over to the door and opened it, glaring at Amber.
"All right, then," he muttered under his breath. "Let's go."
Amber blinked when he was suddenly right in front of her, taking a surprised step back. She nodded once before turning around and shouldering the purse that was already on her arm.
"You can either ride with me or follow me there. I don't care which," she said as she made her way toward the door.
William rolled his eyes, walking back inside the room to grab his keys. There’s no way he’d ride with her. He’d go insane.
(Skip to the store?)
(Yup! Not it~)
(Lol. Yeah, I know. I let you win it.)
Amber pulled up to the grocery store and got out of her car. She made her way up to the front entrance, then stood as she waited for William. She may as well finish writing the list she had started while she was waiting…
(Jerk. XD)
Willian parked his car, killing the engine and stepping outside. He caught side of his troublesome dorm-mate and walked over to her.
“Are you just going to stand here all day?”
(Hey, I thought I was being polite! XD)
"I was waiting for you, thanks," Amber huffed, sticking her phone in her pocket as she glared up at him. "Let's go. Produce first."
William stuffed his hands in his pockets, eyes trailing towards shelves. Occasionally, he’d find what he wanted, put it in the cart, but so far he hadn’t bought much.
He hadn’t done much grocery shopping before. After all, he only survived on either takeouts or noodles.
“How much more things are you going to buy?” William asked in annoyance.
"As much as we need," Amber answered as she inspected a tomato before setting it in the cart. "I was thinking of making spaghetti tonight, so I at least need to get everything for that."
"Give me the list," he sighed, tired of being here already. How many things did that girl even need? He took out his phone, deciding to take a picture of the list so he could get other things quickly.
Amber handed the list over, then glanced around at the rest of the produce. Maybe they should get some apples or bananas… Having fruit around would be a good idea. Vegetables, too. Like some carrots and potatoes. She could make a roast one day. If she had packed her crockpot…
William took a picture before handing the list back to Amber, walking over to the aisles that he needed to get things from.
Sighing heavily, William hoped he could get through this semester without blowing up.
After about half an hour or so, Amber had finished getting what she needed from the list, as well as a few small snacks. She looked around for William, then silently cursed herself for not getting his number or making up a plan to meet somewhere before he walked away.
William was done with everything when he realized he had no idea where to meet Amber. Cursing in irritation, he walked to where he first separated but didn’t find her.
Hoping she had some sense, he made his way to the cashier and leaned against a wall, eyes open for familiar hair.
Amber had already been making her way to the cashier when she spotted William doing the same thing. She didn’t hurry to catch up with him, though she did turn so that she was making her way toward his instead of a different aisle.
“You got everything?” she asked as she stepped up to him.
William watched her approach quietly before he pulled himself off of the wall.
“You got everything?” She asked the second she reached him. William raised the basket in his arm.
“See if that’s what you want,” he muttered. “I don’t know what companies you prefer.”
Amber glanced in the basket and turned things over to check the brands. Not all of them were what she would usually buy, they they were probably just as good as the others.
“That’s fine. Let’s go pay, now. You have cash, right?” she asked as she walked toward a cash register.
“Yeah,” William replied indifferently, walking alongside her, the basket in his hand. He walked slowly, catching up to her just as she started putting things on the register (I forgot what that thing is called lmao). He set the basket in the cart, stuffing his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to be done.
(Do you want to skip to when they get back?)