Death is a Roommate pt 6

I would never admit it to Scott, but getting a new professor made all the difference. I aced the course. But I showed my gratitude by not bringing up his relationship with Olivia.

Until he brought it up to me two months later.

“Tabs!” He yelled and pounded on my bedroom door. “Tabs! Wake up!”

I rolled over and glared at the ceiling. I didn’t want to look at the clock. If I knew what time it was, I’d explode. There was no way he was really waking me up in the middle of the night. He’d finally listened to me about the music and I’d almost forgotten what it was like to be jarred awake at three am.

“Tabs! Please!” The hitch in his voice got my attention.

I stumbled across the room and opened the door and gasped. His face was covered in tears, his shoulders slumped, and he hiccuped with every other breath.

“What happened?”

“Olivia broke up with me!” He sobbed and threw himself on me.

“Oh, dear.” I pried his arms from around my neck and led him to the couch. “This was bound to happen. She’s very flighty in her love interests.”

“But we had a connection!” He wailed and clutched a pillow to his chest.

I rolled my eyes. “Pull yourself together, man. You’re the mighty and powerful Death. She’s just a college girl. You could do so much better.”

“You really think so?” He sniffed.

“Yes.” I walked to the kitchen and dug out my emergency pint of ice cream, grabbed two spoons and returned to the couch.

“What’s this for?” He stared at the ice cream as though he’d never seen it before.

“Breakup fuel. Eat.” I scooped myself out a bite and forced him to take the other spoon.

“Does this really help?”

I shrugged. “It helps if you let it help.”

He nodded and took a small bite. “You’re a good roommate,” he said.

I smiled and rolled my eyes. “One of us had to be.”

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