A memorable Monday

You feel a gentle rubbing on your arm, it slowly drags your groggy mind back from dreams into consciousness once more and Barely awake you begin managing to put some coherent thought together again, namely, who would be touching you?

The comfort of your morning bed and the softness of the touch still pushes this question out of immediate concern and you continue to lay still, eyes closed. Must be Sam, is she gonna start making you breakfast in bed?

Your guess is proved wrong as you feel the hand retreat and hear Mary let out a sort of frustrated “hmmm” before she begins softly poking at your shoulder. Eventually deciding to turn over you see Mary leaning over the bed. Her short auburn hair is messily brushed up underneath her thin hairband and an array of paint is smudged on her nose and upper cheeks. averting her beautiful green eyes she pulls her arm back quickly and takes a shaky breath, steeling herself before saying “your alarm didn’t go off” in her usual airy tone.

Oh.

Feeling for your phone you find it dead, and instead grabbing your watch from the nightstand you see the time *11:03* staring back at you “Fuck”

You turn your annoyed gaze back to Mary and see she’s fully clothed, and has been for some time judging by the paint. “next time my alarm doesn’t go off you can wake me up earlier” your mood reflects in your tone and Mary takes a slight step back “I-I’ve never had to do it before!” With a swish of her dress she makes for the door, leaving it open as she leaves.

You *sigh* and kick your covers off lest you fall asleep again. Samantha must have had a plethora of early classes this morning, Missing breakfast was unlike her. A sinister smile crosses your face at the thought of giving her a hard time about it.

Throwing on some proper clothes, then making your way out of the bedroom and downstairs you’re just thinking about asking Mary to make you lunch when the front door is thrown open, and through it comes a very disheveled looking Samantha.

She looks exhausted, salt crystals from dried sweat and fresh droplets both cover her strained face, her athletic legs are trembling with fatigue and her backpack slung over her shoulder looks to be stretched as tightly as her shorts, it’s weight physically pulling her body to one side. Her eyes are shut in exertion and as the door closes behind her she lets out something between a sigh and a moan of relief, dropping the heavy bag to the ground.

A moment passes before her unfocused eyes finally catch you standing awkwardly in the entranceway and staring, years of instinct motion you to help her, and you nearly do just that when Samantha cries out “Ahh, I’m so sorry Arthur!!!” She starts limping her overflowing bag up the stairs and you hesitantly follow in the shadow of her constantly jiggling rear end “I’m so sorry I didn’t make breakfast this morning, i had a super early class today that i had to run to” wait “run?” She sighs and lets out a frustrated noise “urgh, my bike chain broke, I barely made it in time, and today was super important too!” You follow her into her bedroom and watch as she slumps to the ground and begins reorganizing her bookshelves.

“we had a VERY important test on the perversions of mainstream Christianity, and then Professor Lafrenze released the new holy texts today so i had to wait in line for hours!” Her words slowly sink in and you can’t help but splutter and stare “wait, back up, you had to wait in line for a holy text? You’re telling me you went to a book launch for THE BIBLE?!?!?!”

You come off a bit harsh and Samantha visibly cringes, “it isn’t just a bible though! We don’t use any mainstream biblical text” her tone gains a hint of smugness, and she leans close to you and if she’s letting you in on some well kept secret “we use the real thing! Not the silly stuff other christians preach, all that’s just nonsense made up by the Romans to spite Jesus!!!” She then gives a satisfied smile and turns back to organizing. Holy fuck, you can barely suppress the laughter tearing through your body at her statement and you double over, clutching your body and let out a violent exhalation of breath through your nose. “Bless you! Do you need a tissue Arthur?” You manage to compose yourself and politely decline.

Seemingly satisfied with the space she’s found on the shelf Samantha begins pulling a number of expensive looking leather-bound books from her bag, the titles reading “The Authentic Unabridged Bible Ver.12 Vol. I-X” and begins lining them up in order, and you suddenly notice the apparent pattern of the books.

It seems she has an entire bookcase dedicated to the various iterations of this expansive Bible, the oldest and presumably first version being at the very top and protected by glass being incomplete, only 2 books accounted for the decaying manuscripts look Medieval in age and written in some form of german. Only the latest five iteration have an authors name in large gold print “Prof. Joshua K. Lafrenze”

you seem to have mumbled the name aloud as Samantha responds “Yep! He’s the greatest profit of our time, or maybe any! We don’t have one single religious leader, but he’s definitely one of the most important members of the faith” thats enough crazy talk for today, you nod “yeah, mmm-hhhm okay, so about breakfast?”

Amanda shakily gets to her feet obviously still exhausted and you both head downstairs one more, “again Arthur I’m so so sorry, I promise this won’t happen again” you glance at your watch, “well there’s not even much time left for lunch...”

she’s already making for the kitchen as she reply’s “I’ll make something right away!”