Chapter 22 : Happy
*Ophelia*
“Get your ass into the living room!”
Skylar nearly busts down my door, making me jump from my spot on the bed. I’m in the middle of writing some new music and figuring out the chorus, which I’ve been stuck on for about two hours now. But everything in my hands falls to the ground as I grasp my chest from the shock of her entrance. “Fuck, Skylar!”
“Come on!” she whines, grabbing at my wrist and pulling.
“What crawled up your butt?” I question, my eyes widening.
She moves her loose ponytail away from her face, now using both hands and her full weight to rip me from my spot. “Just come here!”
She quite literally throws me off the bed and into our living room. There, she has the TV, tuned into the sports channel that we normally watch the games on.
“You dislocated my shoulders to have me look at the channel I watch most Sundays?” I deadpan.
“Shut up!” She grabs the remote and turns up the volume.