You talk a little

You noticed the distinct change in character halfway through the year. She used to be known as the weirdo, not that she isn’t still a little strange, but she cleaned up her act almost completely. You wondered why or if it just happened. For starters, at least she wore normal clothes and grew out her brown hair. “You know,” you started, wanting to get to know her a bit more,“I don’t think I’ve heard you talk at all before showing up at my door.”

“Well I don’t talk much.”

“That’s what I’m getting at. Nobody hardly knows the real you. They see a pretty girl that does what everyone else does.” Zoe looked over, not letting the word you used, pretty, escape her attention. She blushed at hearing your voice say that word.

“Well, maybe I don’t want people to know who I am really. It’s nice to be able to not have to live up to anything too.” She swayed her gaze from the lake to you. “I’m going to use the bathroom.” Zoe turned and went out the door. You waited a little before laying on one side of the bed, closest the the window.

When Zoe entered again, you were near completely zoned out. She tried to get a look at your face and asked,“Do you mind if I undress a little. It’s gotten hotter.”

“Go for it.” You didn’t care what she did, so long as it didn’t inconvenience you. You weren’t even completely sure of what she said. Your eyes closed as you tried to take a small nap. Zoe shrugged and pulled with little effort on her sweatshirt. She left it by the window, starting on her shorts next. Once unbuttoned, she slid them off her legs and her crop top over her head. She sat on her side of the bed, now in her underwear and socks. She tucked herself in neatly, assuming most people were also tired.

You suddenly brought yourself back to reality. You noticed a new presence. You looked over your shoulder, landing your eyes on your female roommate. As you sat up straight, you noticed a pile of clothes by the window, next to the dresser. You looked at yourself knowing those clothes weren’t yours, then it occurred to you that you have been sleeping to a half naked girl this whole time.

You faintly remembered agreeing to something she said before falling asleep. You looked behind you once more, seeing a dark red bra strap. ‘Oh god. Thank goodness she wasn’t naked.’ You couldn’t imagine how different things would be had she been nude. Still, it isn’t something you’d refuse to look at. You decided to walk out and see how everyone’s doing.