My First Day

A Monday morning arises, shining through the slit-pierced curtains as Ren wakes up early again.

7:00 AM read the clock, as Ren sits up and gently yawns, stretching and rubbing her eyes slowly, preparing for the new day upon her.

‘I wonder if she is also awa-‘, Ren thinks to herself, but to her dismay as she peers over at Vivia, she is rather stunned locked by what she sees. Vivia, still sound asleep, has the duvet half off with her bedwear, which was just her underwear it appears, with a facial expression of pure blissful sleeping.

After regaining focus and shaking her head with disappointment, she quietly gets out of bed, making her bed ready for the next night, and heads over to the bathroom to wake herself up with a splash of cold water to the face. After returning, she gently slips on some casual clothes for the day before leaving, making little noise.

Ren ignores the sight of Vivia, and makes her way over to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast.

The cooker lights, the pan sizzles as Ren puts together some sausages, bacon, eggs, mushrooms and tomatoes whilst heating up some beans in the microwave and placing some slices of bread in the toaster.

Her British cooked breakfast was ready.

She makes a cup of tea, and sits down and begins eating. In the silence, she starts to reminisce about yesterday’s experience with Vivia.

Ren sighs as she thinks to herself, ‘Yesterday was quite an interesting day, though my roommate didn’t live up to my expectations,’ as she sips her tea and chomps on her sausages before continuing. ‘She was really laid back, mellow and very friendly, but man! Vivia r-e-a-l-l-y has one lack of structure; she has little care for consistent time-keeping, is hardly serious at all in tone and way too free-minded for me to comprehend.’

The calmness of the room sets into Ren’s mood as her mindset smoothly transitions to another perspective of assessing Vivia.

She lays back against the chair, slightly smiling as she thinks about Vivia’s aesthetics, ‘I will say, she is very beautiful to look at. Luscious hair, smooth skin, a pretty face with gorgeous eyelashes, and soft looking lips… and soft…soft... those large soft breasts.’ Her attention on Vivia’s bosom overwhelmed her thought process, ‘I wonder, how soft those are… must be very jiggly and soft… I bet they’re also very sensitive. I mean, those breasts must have large or even delicate nipples… Mmm, I’m so curious.’

Noise from the bedroom reasserts Ren’s attention back to reality, and she proceeds to finish her breakfast and sips the last of her tea. 8.30am read the clock, as Vivia seemingly gets up and out of bed, prompting Ren to think of some way to impress her by preparing breakfast, “Right, time to show how responsible of a roommate I am.”

Ren clears her eating area of the dirty dishes.

“So, I’ll make her a cup of tea, prepare some breakfast and lay the table.”

She imagines in her head, after getting everything ready, that Vivia would be gratefully surprised, enjoy the morning meal prepared and be passionately thankful for Ren’s kind-hearted initiative of thinking of her.

Vivia deeply yawns, “Good mornin…,” with sleepy eyes, hardly giving Ren a moment of acknowledgement, as she tiredly stumbles into the bathroom in loose pyjamas before closing the door.

Splashing and running water gently cracks the settled calmness of the quietness. Ren continues to listen with intent for her to come and eat her prepared breakfast.

Vivia washes her face casually before returning to her bedroom.

Ren, waiting patiently from the table, watches as disappointment grows inside, her pride dissipating as time crawls by whilst Vivia gets ready.

Vivia reappears from the bedroom, in a loose t-shirt, baggy bottoms and randomly chosen socks with no colour co-ordination, casually walking into the kitchen.

“Did you sleep well?” Vivia stretches, not really noticing Ren’s effort to impress by making breakfast as she opens the cupboard, grabbing her favourite cat-pawed patterned mug, and reboils the kettle to make a cup of tea.

Ren, deflated, looks at what she tried to do which had now been all in vain. Whispering to herself, “What a waste,” before answering. “Erm, last night was mediocre. The pillows might need replacing; they were rather uncomfortable to sleep on. Other than that, the bed was fine.”

Vivia sleepily nods, “Ah, I see,” yawns again, “I’ll try and see to that.” She stirs her tea, plopping a few spoons of sugar in, before grabbing some cereal.

Breaking the silence, Ren asks “Right… So erm, anything happening today?” She thinks to regain her pride for having an amazing roommate, ‘Maybe she can impress me with her work ethic. See how serious she can be.’

Vivia, sitting at the table after placing her breakfast down in a sluggish pace, begins eating her cereal as she replies in a plain manner, “Well, I am going to be working today, but I’ll chose what time to start.”

Ren’s disappointment reaches its peak. Rubbing her face, she thinks ‘Is she fine? What actual work does she do to be able to live like this? I am so… worried she might be doing… that!’

Lewd and erotic imagery swirls in her mind. She blushes at the thought of Vivia in a slutty outfit and acting flirtatiously in front of a computer and webcam, talking dirty to an active online chat.

The curiosity almost grabs her.

“Hmmm… I don’t want to ask but I’m curious of what you, erm,” she shakes her head, “Actually never mind.”

Vivia finishes her cereal, saying “Well I don’t mind telling yo-“

Vivia’s phone rings, echoing down the hallway, breaking the conversation, prompting Vivia to get up from table after drinking the rest of her tea. “Oh, wait a minute. I’ll be back. I wonder who it is?”

Vivia leaves the kitchen, Ren watching as she walks into the bedroom and starts chatting on the phone. However, due to the thickness of the walls, she couldn’t quite make out the conversation which became muffled.

‘I wonder who she is talking to… anyways, I better clean up the dishes. I need to distract myself,’ she thinks to herself, taking all the dirty dishes, putting all of them into the dishwasher and wiping the table clean.

Vivia returns, after concluding the phone call, and comes through to her surprise. A cleaned kitchen. She wows as the sight, complementing Ren.

“Holy crap, this looks so clean. Nice one, Ren.”

Stunned! Ren freezes in place at the sudden, out-of-character praise from Vivia. Not something that she was expecting from her first impressions, at least.

“O-o-oh… you’re welcome.”

Ren ponders at the sudden compliment. ‘That surprised me! I didn’t think she would say such things.’

Vivia makes another cup of tea, asking whether Ren would like one. She declines as the two head to their chosen places to hang out for the day.

Concluding their morning encounter, Vivia flicks a peace sign as she walks away to her workroom and closes the door. Ren, snapping out of the frozen gaze, warmly smiles at the affectionate gesture as Vivia disappears to her room.

Tick, tock. The clock goes.

Ren sits on the sofa, after a filling breakfast, putting on the television, again, to satiate her hunger; her appetite for something to do, or in this case, to pass the time.

She watches a comedy soap opera to start off, mildly enjoying the jokes and interactions of the cast, eventually getting tired of the repeatable one-liners and predictable setups.

She then moves onto another channel, a history documentary about baked beans. No, not this channel. And then another... Nope. Moving on.

As time ticks by with a few hours jumping past, Ren’s mood, as she sits on the sofa, grows increasingly bored and annoyed. She finally decides to get off the sofa, stretching her limbs, the mood eventually shifting into an exercise drive.

‘Let’s do some exercise before lunch,’ Ren comments to herself.

She grabs her earphones and phone, gets into position and starts up her music player. She begins with squats.

Up and down, as her music tempos her speed. The beat of a single-peddle drum beat really drives her to put in effort equal to a professional trainee athlete.

‘One, two, three, up,’ she counts for about twenty times, before finishing the last one, lightly panting and sweating. “Right, next set.”

She gets into position for sit-ups, but peers over to Vivia’s workroom door as curiosity distracts her, ‘I wonder what she does in there…’

The distraction annoys her focusing mentality, as she shakes her head, saying “Never mind,” refocusing on the task at hand as she begins doing her sit-ups.

As this is going on, Vivia is up to something entirely.

As Renalia continues her session, Vivia on the other hand is on her computer, in loose home-clothing, skimming through emails for any interesting content to entertain her viewers later before turning tabs over to social media for the same thing.

‘Okay…,’ Vivi ponders, ‘what is popular right now?’

Vivia scrolls down many pages of her social media feed, checking her friends’ statuses and comments for any games they are playing at the moment, to see if anything is interesting enough for streaming content.

Unfortunately, as the minutes pass quickly, she groans as reality hits her thoroughly.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything going on…,” She mutters.

She slumps in her chair, closing her browser tabs, before sighing with boredom after no results of checking online for that one little spark of excitement to satiate her day.

Her eagerness for thinking of something fun and innovative slumps as the minutes whizz by.

‘No games worth playing today. Ah, I’m bored! Nothing to do!’

She lays back against her head rest, blankly peering at the screen, “What to do… what to do?”

Pmf. Pmf.

The sound of heavily cushioned-like footsteps from down the hallway pulls her attention to her door. The only person to be doing anything was obvious. Knowing who it is but no idea what she is up to, her mind gravitates to the mystery of what Ren could be doing.

Within the doldrums of her boredom, her appetite for being humoured grew. She wanted to experience something amazingly funny, even create a story for her viewers to be amused by.

“Hmm, I have an idea,” she smirks.

Vivia shuts down her PC and turns off the power to her plugs, leaving her room to discover what Ren was up to. After shutting the door, she realizes what Ren is doing; simple and repetitive light exercises, but she also notices that she did not pay attention to her even when walking into the living room.

Toning her voice with a teasing twang, she calls out to Ren. “Ren! Hey Ren!”

Now, Ren did notice Vivia’s presence coming into the room, but her focus on the second round of squat sets tells herself to ignore and continue.

‘Ignore her,’ she casually thinks, ‘Don’t know why she is here but I am busy. Right, music up a bit more,’ She simply turns up the music volume slider on her phone before pressing on.

This was a supposedly clever idea.

However, unto Ren’s workout demise, Vivia watches Ren turning up the music which prompts a challenge in her mind to break Ren’s focus. This would become the entertainment Vivi was after as she had nothing else to do. Let the challenge begin.

Continuing, Vivia calls out, “~Ren~. Rennie,” as a hilarious thought pattern sweeps over her mindset, hiding her giggling to see Ren’s reaction. “Oi, Miss Rennie-Ren-Ren!”

Ooo, good try, Vivia… maybe something else to get her attention.

Ren does slightly react, thinking to herself about the stupidity of her roommate but with little distraction, ‘Um, even though I can slightly hear her over the music, this is fine. Still, what nicknames though.’

Ren continues on, Vivia catching the idea that calling her by her name normally was not working, so a new approach is required to grab her attention.

Unbeknownst to Ren, Vivia took note that Ren’s positioning when squatting was rather ‘exotic’, so a new idea sprung into her mind.

Vivia greatly smirks.

A new round of names start flying. “Hey, thick-cheeks!”

‘Oh, I have a good one,’ Vivia humorously thinks to herself, “Thickie-mic-cheekums!”

Um, Vivia, that one was a real slap of the thighs nickname… never mind.

Ren slightly smirks to the callout.

‘How about another one,’ she ponders, realising the effectiveness of this name-calling routine, masking the giggles which were building up within her, “Buttly Boop!”

Ren’s smirk begins to widen.

‘Even better,’ Vivia thinks as she adapts to Ren’s reactions, enhancing her confidence for more stupid yet hilarious names. “Wanna go Asstalivista, baby?!”

Oh no, not butt covers of famous movie lines… >_<

In amongst the name-callouts, Ren just about holds back a smile, monologuing to herself, ‘What the hell is she calling me? But, these ‘nicknames’ are just too stupid and silly not to laugh at.’

The nicknaming carries on, as Vivia remains undeterred.

“Oi, Clappersaurus!”

Ren momentarily blurts out a laughing lip-spurt.

Vivi notices it’s working, so just a little bit more of a push would seal the deal. Here it goes.

“Ahoy, Cheek-ma-gee!”

Vivia. Stop sailing this boat out to butt-pun island. Wait, I shouldn’t say anymore...

‘Ooo I know,’ she grins. “Bouncing Butty! How about this one, Crack-A-Mountain!”

Vivia grins proudly.

Ren, still holding back the laughter building up, presses on with her workout. ‘This is too funny. I can’t, I can’t concentrate. Please, stop! Vivia, stop!’

Vivia continues the onslaught, moving onwards towards the finish line in sight.

“Hey, Dump-Truck-Peacharie!”

Vivia… feet off the peddle to these nicknames would you? Oh, no. I’m adding to the fuel...

Ren’s smile maximises, but focuses harder to not let the bulk of laughter escape her lips as she almost finishes the last set of squats.

‘Almost there’, Vivia comments to herself. The end is in sight. “Got a minute, Thick-Miss-Cheekfilay! Notice me, Booti-ma-Cooty!”

Ren scrunches her face, holding back her laughter harder.

‘Stop, Vivia! Stop! This is – pfft!’

Vivia presses on, “Come on, spare a moment Miss-I-Can’t-Believe-It’s-Butta!” Vivia bobs to the words and finishes with a cheeky spank on her own buttocks to ‘Butta’.

Ren reaches breaking point, but still holds on.

‘One more push,’ Vivia musters up the last one.

Vivia… don’t do it!

“How about a minute, Miss Jiggly-wiggly-figmacheek!”

Ren couldn’t hold it any longer. She channels all the laughter into a simulated sketch dance, visually presenting each word with a comical pose.

“Stop. Distracting. Me. I. Am. Working. Out.”

Mission successful. The sight of Ren’s amazing comically stupid reaction to the nicknames maximises Vivia’s sense of laughter and accomplishment.

“Buwahahahahahahaha!”

Ren, blushing, comments on the last nickname before also laughing hysterically.

“Really? Jiggly-wiggly-fig- Pfft. Hahahahahahahaha!”

Oh girls…

The contagiousness of the laughter continues for a while before they both settle down, as Vivia smiles over the hilariousness of the whole ordeal.

“Ah, that was too good. Great content,” she concludes with a thumbs up, before Ren questions the language used.

“So, that’s why you did that. But seriously, what kind of universe did you buy that dictionary from?”

Vivia, knowing one way to end the whole joke, replies “Well, you see, I got it from the Universe of Asstronomy. Tehe.”

Holding back the laughter again, Ren blushes and cringes at the ridiculous pun and begins arguing about the distraction from her workout session.

The clock strikes 1.30pm, Vivia walks into the kitchen, having completed her ‘mission’, to make a cup of tea and a simple lunch as she makes teasing faces to Ren before giggling and returning to her work room.

Ren feels warm and comfortable as an undergrowing sense of happiness begins to sprout. Ren sighs, but a warm smile wraps her face as she knows that the relationship between her roommate was developing into a good-natured one.

The hours go by, as Ren finishes her workout session, drinking a big glass of water to hydrate, turning on the television for a bit before going on the internet on her phone for a bit.

With a fresh cup of tea, Vivi walks back into her gaming room, passionate about recording a video for online concerning the whole humorous situation whilst her energy is still fresh and vibrant.

Click, goes the ‘On’ button for the PC.

The computer springs to life as she logs in, readies her recording software, and gets a hold of her two friends online to see if they’re up for a video.

Thumbs up appear from both of them. It’s all green light from here.

The recording session begins, with Vivia doing an introduction section that will be edited later before she jumps into a call with her online companions.

“Have you guys ever heard of slippery slopes in Bedington? Well, this game has that theme imbedded for players to experience. Yeah, I know, bad puns. But anyways, this game is about running up slippery slopes whilst dodging obstacles. Can’t get more frustrating than that,” She rehearses, trying several versions to be more entertaining for the viewers.

As the time passes, Vivia comes to a conclusive version that is the best she’s done. Then she jumps into her server chat room, her two friends waiting, and the video begins.

In the meantime, Ren, after the whole joke with her teasing roommate, decides to calm herself down by doing something else than exercise to let the irritable emotions of being distracted fade away.

‘Man, Vivia had to ruin my exercise routine…,’ she grovels softly, since the rest of the day is still free to do something.

Ren then questions what she should do, thinking ‘What should I do to pass the rest of the time?’

‘Ah. Guitar!’

Hopping in the shower to clean herself down after doing hard exercises, she then gets changed into casual clothing, pulling out the guitar to start playing some random songs off the top of head, or even create her own.

‘Right, now that Vivia is probably immersed in her room, I don’t have any fear of being interrupted,’ Ren confidently assumes.

Ren prepares her acoustic guitar, tuning the guitar up to a decent audio sound to make sure she doesn’t sound off-tune. ‘There we go, much better.’

She sits down on the sofa in a comfortable position, resting the guitar on her lap, as she prepares to strum. She pauses for a moment to think about what to play.

“Right, what song to sing?” she questions aloud, turning back on her phone from standby, in order to check her playlist for a good soft song to play and even sing to.

‘Mmm… this one could work. No, wait. This one. Definitely,’ Ren confirms, playing the song through her earphones before learning the chords and then, begins playing it without the actual song helping out.

Strum, dededestrum, dududustrum, destrum…

Picking and swaying to the strumming, Ren plays her first song with no issues, getting into the groove as her confidence to be more expressive grows with her playing.

Sighing with happiness, Renalia flicks through a few more playlists, wondering what song to sing as she plays.

‘Oh, this one. This one has a great bouncy chorus,’ she monologues.

Stum, strum dudududu strum, dididudidu, strum du strum…

She starts to sing the song, playing the verses perfectly without issue or interruption, the sun shining through the window as the plucking of the guitar sweetly messages the calming atmosphere. Renalia hums to the verses she plays.

In the meantime, Vivia’s gaming session is becoming hilariously active.

“Come on, get up! Stop sliding as if you’re covered in Vaseline, you’re not lubed for a hotel adventure!” Vivia frequently shouts, as she holds back her frustration whilst laughing as her friend slides backwards with a comically timed bump and slam.

“Ahahaha! You fell! That was like watching a Dormer Brother’s cartoon skit!”

She waddles her character like a retarded swan, chuckling at the absurdity of what she’s seeing. She belts a laughter that carried a little out of her room, but Ren’s focus on the guitar didn’t even hear a peck of a sound.

‘Mm-mm, I like this song so much, especially on acoustic,’ Ren fondly reminisces, as she began to sing.

I enjoyed the day, watching you smile

As the days passes by for the while

And now finally, as we walk our own ways

I wave goodbye, as I say-

“Fuck my pussy!” Vivia screams from her room, completely catching Ren off-guard as she turns around on the sofa, as if reacting to an unexpected jump scare with no context.

‘Holy shit,’ Ren thinks, at the sudden noise coming from nowhere. She sighs at the possibility that Vivia is being very horny in her room. Mental images start to appear again, but she quickly deflects the thoughts wanting to never imagine that. Not again.

Without thinking of anything else, she skims through the song list to quickly play another. Nothing will annoy her this afternoon.

She starts to play again, singing the lyrics that she loves so much as the beat evokes a soothing melody of happiness;

Along the high road, to the horizon

A day that has never felt old.

The long high road, as the days pass on

Life changing, from silver to gold…

Continuing on, the song peaks as she finishes on the ending chorus;

Along the high road, to the horizon

A day we never forget.

The end of the road, the days have gone

I say to myself-

“Fuck my tiny asshole!” Vivia screams again. Renalia turns around again, rather annoyed this time as it almost felt like it was expected. A totally scripted moment with Vivia screaming something characteristically inappropriate and sexual themed.

‘Not again! What the hell is she doing in there? Nothing family friendly, I can assume…,’ Renalia pouts before grabbing her phone in anger and slightly aggressively looking through her song-list to see which one she could play to cheer herself up.

No thinking. Just playing.

“Right, this song it is then,” says Ren, keenly interested in moving on from what just happened.

Back in Vivia’s room, the chaos goes on.

“Hey, watch out. Big boulder’s gonna roll your ass!” Vivia passionately shouts in a silly tone, dodging huge obstacles in what seems to be a different game-mode from before. A survival round.

“Oh shit, that’s a big cock! I mean rock...”

Her friends seemingly laughing and chatting as Vivi ducks and weaves all kinds of shaped objects flying down a slippery slope on their level. Her friend gets timely smashed into the side as she seems to shout something funny, Vivia reacting with a burst out laughter that unknowingly remains locked within her room.

Well, I know why but don’t tell her. >_-

In any case, Vivia and friends continue their crazy gaming episode.

“Oh no, here comes the huge boul-boul… bowl. Hahaha, what the hell am I saying?” Vivia stutters, giggling to her own tongue-twisted speech, as she moves her game character to the side as it glitches into the wall of the arena.

“Ooo, I’m gonna make it… wait, why is it? Hahahahahahaha! Why am I glitching the fuck out?”

Her friend laugh at her, before screaming as the large boulder rolls right through them all, knocking both of their characters into the ‘out’ zone, as Vivia somehow survives the round where the timer runs down to 0. She had won the game mode.

“Yes, I’ve won! Haha! Beat you guys!” Cheers Vivia, punching the air with a proudful smile. Her friends challenge her again, to which Vivia obviously accepts as her confidence rises. It’s game on.

They game on a new round of obstacle dash, as Ren, on the other hand, is enjoying the seemingly calm and lonesome atmosphere, feeling that Vivia must have calmed down or finished for the day.

Amongst the guitar riff echoing through the now calm and silent room, Ren gets back into her relaxed state of singing again.

One to two songs later, she now gets onto her phone to look through MeTube, to find any songs that would be fun to pass the time.

Pondering, she says, “Hmm… this one? No, the riff is too stiff on acoustic. This song. Not really figured out the chords… Oh, this one,” she smiles, knowing that this song has a softer take of the heavy rock version she has listened plenty of times.

She breathes in and out, loving the silence of the room to then fill with a beautiful tune. She begins.

Oh. A better day, celebrate, love emanates

Down to my-

“Huge ass!” Vivia belts. Renalia stops and turns around again.

‘Not again. If she does it one more time, I swear,’ Ren thinks. She just wants to be immersed into the lyrics, and why the sexual language. She shakes her head before beginning again, as the silence kicks in. She plays the song once more.

Into the last verse, feeling the finale has come, she loudly plays.

Oh, oh, oh… I’m feeling-

“My huge ol’ titties!” Vivia screams again, knocking her rhythm off so hard that she fumbles and stops, pouting.

“Grrr… that’s it! I’ve had enough!” Ren punches the sofa, packing her guitar away.

She had been distracted again. Vivia finishes the video before sending it off to be edited, leaving her room after a little while.

The evening ends, as Ren is listening to music on her phone as she chills on the sofa until Vivia exits her gaming room, giggling aloud before coming through for dinner.

Ren asks, as she peers over the sofa back cushions, “Do you have to be so loud?”

“Oh, what did I do?”

“Um… never mind. You were just so loud, whatever you were doing in there,” Ren complains defeatedly.

“Mmm. Well, I’m finished for the day. Hehe, was thinking of making something…”

“Are you making dinner, or a cup of tea?”

Vivia chucklingly responds, “Dinner AND a cup of tea, hehe.”

Staring with disappointment, she monologues, ‘Oh, Vivia. Why are you still laughing about earlier? It’s been hours since that moment. What are you, a little child?’

The stove clacks and clicks with the pan sizzling as Vivia makes a English dinner of bacon, eggs and chips with a side of coleslaw. Ren chips in with help, both of them casually chatting about their schedules tomorrow before eating their dinner with some fruit juice to top off the meal.

Both girls lay back and enjoy the rest of the evening with a panel show on TV to end the night.

End Of Chapter