Micah sits in the study lounge of the college library; headphones on his head as he writes in a notebook and reads from a textbook. The sun is going down and the area is getting emptier as the minutes pass. Micah doesn’t move. He just does his work and minds his business, by himself, alone.
A few moments later, he spots someone standing in front of him. He takes the headphones off and looks at the person standing there. It’s Rosie.
Rosie greets Micah with a little smile. She has her hand holding her bookbag on one shoulder, and her jacket on her other arm.
Rosie: You’re never here at this time of night.
Micah: You would know that?
Rosie nods her head. Micah sits up and gathers his stuff to make room for Rosie at the table. Rosie looks down at the vacant seat in front of her.
Micah: You’re more than welcome to sit with me; if you don’t, it’s totally okay.
Rosie ponders the thought for a moment, but ultimately sits down across from Micah. He looks up from his notes and is quite shocked that she’s sitting with him.
Micah: So, I’m assuming you spend your time here at the library around this time?
Rosie: Yep. Just try to get some work done before I call it a night… why are you here?
Micah: Just felt like being here for a bit…
Rosie doesn’t say anything, she takes out her books and begins to study. Micah looks up at Rosie, and down at her textbook.
Micah: What are you studying for?
Rosie: My Art Renaissance class; it’s a complete joke, like, why do I need to study art history to just draw and paint?
Micah: The same reason I have to learn music history; it’s just a stupid fuller in our requirements and an opportunity to take more money from us.
Rosie: Shit, ain’t that the truth.
Micah laughs and continues to write down notes in his notebook. He stops midway and watches Rosie.
Micah: So, you’re studying to be an artist?
Rosie: *nods* Yeah. Eventually I wanna open an after-school art program, but I need my degree in art before all of that.
Micah: That’s dope.
Rosie: Thanks. You’re studying to be a musician?
Micah: Yeah. I want to do producing for things and be a DJ eventually, but I’m just learning more as I go.
Rosie: A musician *chuckles* I wouldn’t have guessed.
Micah: *amused* Really?
Rosie: No, you totally look like you would study music.
Micah shakes his head and continues to work.
Rosie: Plus, girls always want to be with the whole musician in college boy, even if they are practically a supermodel.
Micah looks up at Rosie.
Micah: She’s an actress, not a supermodel.
Rosie: Whatever, she’s richer than what rich can be.
Micah closes his notebook, now focused in on Rosie.
Micah: We met back in high-school; she was once into music as well.
Rosie nods her head, not really caring about the backstory of Micah and his girlfriend.
Micah: So, how was your weekend? Went anywhere exciting?
Rosie looks up from her notebook, and directly at Micah.
Rosie: What are you trying to say?
Micah: I saw you at the Placy’s Gala on Saturday night.
Rosie: Did you now? *looks back down at her notebook* Must’ve gotten the wrong girl. I don’t know what that even is.
Micah: I don’t know, Roe; the girl looked and sound just like you…
Micah: Yeah, short for Rosie.
Rosie: Don’t call me that.
Micah laughs to himself and flips through the pages of his textbook.
Rosie: Trouble in paradise? Is that why you’re spending your night here at the library? Don’t wanna go home to the actress?
Micah: We don’t live together.
Rosie: Aww, such a bummer. Guess you don’t want paparazzi to camp out your place…
Micah: How about you, huh? You don’t got a place to go besides the library at night?
Rosie looks at Micah, and immediately starts packing her things.
Micah: Where are you going?
Rosie: Anywhere away from you, asshole.
Rosie grabs her things and walks away from the table. Micah watches Rosie walk away. Annoyed, he gets up and gathers his things and leaves the table and the library.
Micah arrives home and places his book-bag near the door. Micah’s parents, Milo Sr and Jennifer, sit at the dinner table with his younger twin sisters, Reagan and Dylan.
Jennifer: Hey Micah, you’re home later than usual.
Micah walks towards his room.
Micah: Had to study.
Jennifer: Are you hungry? You ca grab some dinner and-
The bedroom door of Micah’s shuts closed.
Jennifer: Join us.
Milo Sr rubs Jennifer’s shoulder for reassurance. The family continues to eat at the kitchen table.
In Micah’s room, he turns on the lights and sits at his desk. He takes his phone out of his jacket pocket and sees the missed calls and messages from his friends, and Kalia. He doesn’t say anything, he just tosses the phone onto his bed and turns on his laptop.
He looks to see if there were any pictures of the gala online yet, and like expected, he couldn’t find any that had Rosie in them. He does stumble upon an article that reads, “Kalia Larsen and her beau show their rocky relationship at Placy’s gala” Micah shuts his eyes and mouths “fuck”, not realizing there were tabloids at the event. He exits the web page and closes his computer. He folds his arms on his desk and rests his head on them, annoyed and tired.