Amber stared down at her shaking hands as she sat down in her bed. She pulled her legs up to her chest, reaching her right hand out in front of her. Clenching it into a fist, she willed her hand to stop shaking.
Why was she acting like this? She’d said it was fine, and it was… So why were her hands shaking?
William couldn't relax in the shower as he originally thought he would. He didn't know why he was being this way. He knew his temper. He knew what he could do, and once it was done, he didn't care. But he'd frightened her. It wasn't even her fault–he purposefully, harshly, physically hurt her. Though he usually didn't care, he knew it was wrong. He hadn't done the right thing, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize. He couldn't. It would be like admitting he had a problem, and he didn't want to admit that. He didn't want to bring out the fact that he had anger management issues.
This is why he preferred to live alone. No one gets on his nerves, no one gets hurt, he wouldn't be sent to therapy again.
Amber brought her hand back to her chest and held it there tightly. Taking her blanket, she buried herself in her covers, gripping her other pillow.
Whatever had just happened, she hadn’t been expecting it. Maybe she should have, but why would she?
When William came back into his room, he discarded his dirty clothes and fell back on the bed, sighing before reaching out for his violin. Shifting into a comfortable position, he began to play a soft tune, filling his room with the melody.
Amber glanced over in the direction of William’s room when she heard the violin start. Was that why he played? To calm himself? Whatever the reason was, she hoped he would continue. She was tired after that encounter, and the music was soothing…
William pushed in the disk in the DVD player, sitting down on the couch as he grabbed the remote. The basketball team finally got a video of their opponent’s matches, and William had been meaning to watch it. He hated to lose, and it would be to his advantage if he watched their plays before to deduce who to attack and who to watch out for.
He leaned against the couch and played the video, eyes on each and every player.
Amber walked into the dorm and set her backpack on the floor beside the door. She leaned against the door, slid down it, and closed her eyes for a moment before pulling her flats off. The shoes were new, so she had yet to break them in and they were giving her blisters. Now, she just wanted to eat a pint of ice cream and binge-watch The Flash or Agent Carter or something…
“What are you watching?” she asked tiredly from the kitchen, where she had moved to after pulling her shoes off. She grabbed a pint of caramel ice cream and stuck a spoon in it before making her way over to the living room area.
William sighed, eyes closing. Fantastic. She was back. Couldn’t she have stayed out, hanging with friends?
“A match,” he answered, eyes opening just as the shooting guard snatched the ball within a blink of an eye. He blinked. Did he see that properly? He didn’t even notice the shooting guard, and he was watching a tape! The point guard needed to be kept an eye on. He continued to focus on the match, taking in mental notes. The defense players were strong as well, but William expected it. This team was not called a powerhouse for no reason.
“Oh. Sounds… boring,” Amber murmured, sitting down in a chair. She took a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth before reaching for the remote. “Can I change it? Please?”
“No,” William answered simply, grabbing the remote and crossing his arms. He raised an eyebrow. The match had just started, and the team was at a set point. Their opponent hadn’t even scored more than ten points. And to make matters worse, William could clearly tell they weren’t even taking this seriously. In the next match, he was sure they wouldn’t even let their opponent score even once.
“C’mon… I’m exhausted from rehearsal and all I want to do is watch The Flash or something,” Amber groaned, pulling her legs up to her chest in the chair.
“Well, too bad,” William muttered, running a hand through his hair. There we go. That was what William deduced. Five minutes into the second round and the team already scored ten points, still looking like they had energy in them. Their opponent was already exhausted. This was a terrible team to play against…
“Can’t you just, like, watch it later…? Please, William. One episode of a show,” Amber murmured, digging into her ice cream.
(did someone say The Flash???)
William sighed, tossing her the remote. There was nothing to watch, anyway. The other team lost. It was obvious.
“Here,” he muttered, closing his eyes. Why was she so annoying? Couldn’t you just watch it on her laptop or something? Why bother him?
Amber grinned a little as she caught the remote and flicked Netflix on. Her parents let her use their account, so it was totally free for her, which was great. Especially since it meant that she could spend her money on more important things, like food.
She searched through the shows, looking for something that interested her. Nothing new seemed to spark her interest, so she decided to just start rewatching Marvel's Agents of SHIELD. Again…
Season one, episode one: Pilot. Not her favorite episode, but she wouldn't skip.
William sighed, throwing his head back when she took the remote, clicking on Netflix. Just before he stood up to make his way to his room, she clicked on Agents of SHIELD. William didn't move from his seat, Instead, he crossed his legs, leaned back, eyes on the screen.
AOS wasn't his favorite show from Marvel, but it wasn't like he hated it. He liked it–he just didn't watch it a lot. He stopped watching season five, but mostly because he started to get too busy to continue. The episode started and both stayed silent.
He didn't seem upset with her choice… Interesting… In fact, he actually almost looked like he knew what it was.
He was a mystery to her. An absolute mystery. What would she find out about him next? It was always a surprise…
Halfway through the episode, William stood up to walk towards the kitchen. He was hungry for some instant noodles, and right as he put the small pot of water on the stove, he turned to look at Amber.
He didn't want to ask her, but it would be rude to eat without asking the other. William sighed.
What would she find out about him next?
He's playful and mean towards his teammates. xD)
(Lol.)
Amber don't glance up when William moved. She simply brought the spoon back to her mouth for more of her frozen treat.
Although, said dessert was giving her a chill… And there was a blanket on the back of the couch… Would it be weird if she had suddenly moved while he was gone? Maybe… Not that she would care, though.
So, because she was too cold to be comfortable now, Amber stood and plopped over into the couch, reaching over to the other side to grab the blanket. She wrapped it around herself, making sure that she could get ice cream through the hole around her neck, and snuggled into the couch.
William walked back into the living room to find his roommate wrapped in a blanket on the couch, snuggling into it. He stared at her for a second, watching as she stuffed her mouth with ice cream through the hole she'd made. Why was she so goddamn weird?
He walked behind the couch towards her, leaning towards its back. Though he was near her, William didn't look at her.
"I'm making instant noodles," he said, though he didn't even want to ask in the first place. "You want some?"
(Why is she so weird? Because she likes to be as comfortable as possible, that's why. XD)
Amber nearly jumped at his sudden voice coming from behind her. She turned slightly, only to see that he wasn't even looking at her. She made a face before swallowing her bite of ice cream and shaking her head.
"No, I'm good. Thanks, though," she answered, her attention back on the screen.
“Perfect,” William muttered, satisfied, pretending he hadn’t noticed the face she’d made. By the time he went back into the kitchen, the water was already boiling, so he opened the back and put the noodles inside, soaking them before he added the spices.
He covered the pot before leaning against the counter, taking out his phone and passing time as his dish cooked.
Amber settled into her new spot, glad she wouldn't have to worry about William bothering her for at least a while. Had she bought food he was eating? She didn't remember doing so, but that didn't mean she hadn't done it.