Like a Cellar…

It called “like a cellar” because GRAPE.

You and Black Sapphire? You HATED each other. With a burning passion. The average conversation was only about… 0.135-ish percent profanity and/or insults. Your conversations with Black Sapphire was closer to… probably 1.43 percent. You would insult him. He would gossip about you. Candy Apple Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie were SICK of it. Probably the only thing you two had in common was your sleep schedules. Which were both fucking awful. So when you went to Shadow Milk to tell him your room was flooding (it was, the roof was apparently leaking), you didn’t know what you expected. You were put in a new room, half-wondering why there was a second nightstand, but you were tired. You put down your bag on the floor next to the bed, then heard the door open again. You turned, confused, and locked eyes with your rival, Black Sapphire. Then both of your eyes very slowly drifted down to the room’s only bed, where your hand already rested.

Yes, I’m doing the old rivals-to-lovers, rivals share a bed, there’s only one bed thing. Again. It’s fun.