I paced the room, hands behind my back. Her eyes followed me, green and sharp as she hugged her bare legs to her chest.
"I don't know what to fucking do," I said finally, I looked at her, and she brushed her hair out of her face and peered at me for a second.
"I don't know either," she shrugged. Her green eyes were half closed and her head was tilted back, resting up against my cushion. She looked at her nails briefly, removing her gaze from mine.
"I know this is a lot ot take on," I whispered, turning to face her.
Her green eyes snapped back to mine, still looking at me with a tired, uninterested gaze, "Who says I'm taking anything on?" her voice was soft, relaxed.
"I just want to know what the fuck is happening," I stomped my foot and she finally sat up, her long legs unwinding from her body, and her arms stretching above her head. She arched her back as she let out an intense yawn.
"I don't know," she said again, this time she stood up, slowly. She wobbled at first, her legs tired and unsure from being curled up against her chest. She made her way over to me, eyes wider now.
"I just, I don't know anything anymore," I insisted.
"No one does," she finally got to me, and put her hand on my shoulder, staring at me with those green eyes, "But that doesn't mean anything,"
"What does that mean?" I looked briefly at her hand, her fingers were gripping my shoulder gently, as if to keep me from floating off into my own head.
"It simply means that it doesn't mean anything, we go through life clueless anyway, we're young and reckless, and still trying to figure things out," she smiled at me then, only halfway before she dropped her hand.
"Can I have a hug?" I asked.
The hesitance on her face was telling, but she reached her arms out and pulled me into her warm embrace. She had to stand on her toes slightly in order to wrap her arms around my neck and put her head on my shoulder. She ran her hands through my hair.
She pulled away after a full minute, when she realized I wasn't letting go. Then we stood there. The silence of the room surrounding us. Me fully dressed, and her in her tanktop and underwear, staring at the floor, not my eyes.
"I should really get dressed, and head out," her tired eyes finally met mine and in them I saw anger and confusion.
"You don't have too," I insisted, "we just got up and it would be nice if--"
"I'll see you later, text me or whatever," she ran into my room and I watched as she frantically pulled the jeans on over her legs, almost falling over. Her eyes met mine again and she flushed, looking away as she grabbed her sweater and threw it on over her head.
"Are you coming over again tomorrow night?" I asked, it had become a routine.
"I-I have plans," she said with a shrug, she grabbed her purse and threw it over her shoulder, "I might,"
With that she turned to my door, eyes determined and strong she swung it open and then looked back at me.
"Text me later," I said weakly. For a moment her face softened and I saw the girl from last night with exuberent emotions and colorful ambition.
She came back over to me and kissed my cheek, "Of course," and then she was gone.