we are complete

Is it in my head, or does it happen every time? Whenever I talk about my roommates—my Best Bitchies ever—people always have negative things to say.

It is said that never let anyone talk about the people you love anyhow they like. Always defend the people you care about the most, never listen to unnecessary voices,voices that don't matter. But what if you do? What if you listen? What if, hidden beneath the layers of nonsense, there's a little bit of truth?

Does that make me a traitor? Or just human—someone still figuring out what love really means?

Because to me, my roommates are everything. They are the best thing that ever happened to me in university. The thought of losing the friendship I fought so hard to build terrifies me. I'm not as classy as them, not as beautiful. My way of thinking is different from theirs. Yet, despite all this, they are the most supportive people I have ever met. Even though the whole world is against me, they are with, and that can never be traded with anything.

When ever am with them I feel like people no longer see me and I want to be seen but the truth is I was already seen..... By them and nothing else matters.

But they aren't perfect. They have traits I don't like, and maybe I have ones they don't like either. The difference is—I never say it to their faces. My mouth stays sealed in front of them but runs like a tap when I'm with others. And I hate that. I hate that I still entertain conversations with people who don't have our best interests at heart.

But that stops today. From now on, I'll only talk to the people I trust—Biancus, Light, Ruth, Irene, and Royalty.

Because I, I love these girls and nothing can change that.

—

It had been a while since we all gathered for one sake. Life had been busy, chaotic even, and I honestly never thought Irene would show up. But she did. And she acted exactly like a mama.

The unnecessary advice. The random shouting for no reason. That tone of hers—the one that could make you laugh and roll your eyes at the same time. I missed it all.

And then there's that f** you* that feels suspiciously like I love you.

With us, every insult, every ounce of disturbance, every dramatic eye-roll—it's just another way of saying we love each other. We don't always voice it out, but when we do, we scream it to the whole world.

That's the kind of friendship we have.

And I wouldn't trade it for anything.

—

It had been a hectic week, and we all knew what we needed—a break.

I grinned at the girls. "Get dressed, ladies. We're going out."

The scream was deafening.

If there was one thing we did better than anyone else in this compound, it was making noise. The kind of noise that made neighbors roll their eyes, that made strangers wonder if we had any home training. But that was just who we were—correct noise makers, and proud of it.

Honestly, I've been leaving out the real deal about university life. The dirt, the mistakes, the absolute mess we sometimes create. But no worries—this shit is about to get real.

When we make noise, everybody is disturbed.

And just when I thought we had hit our peak volume, Royalty showed up.

"Hey, girls!" she yelled, her voice carrying through the walls.

It was the usual chaos. Whenever we were complete, the whole building was at risk of collapse. But when we were alone? Composed, calm, and distant. Everyone else was the enemy.

Royalty glanced around, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "How are you now? I heard that one fainted."

And then she burst into laughter.

Something that had once been traumatic had now turned into something we played with. A moment that had sent everyone into a panic had been reduced to an inside joke.

And I liked that.

Because when they laughed about it, it made me feel like it was all nonsense. Like I had been overthinking everything.

Am I claustrophobic? Yeah . But with them? Never. With them, I have the greatest space in the world. They work better than the ocean. I should have talked to them in the first place.

But then there's Light's laughter. That's another thing entirely. It has a way of making your heart jump. Seriously.

—

I don't think I've actually talked about Royalty before.

She's the only anatomy student in our group—well, apart from Kwami, but Kwami doesn't talk to us much. She's always hidden, so we just let her be.

But Royalty?

Royalty is really pretty. Her skin glows like the sun, effortlessly flawless. Some would say She's even way, way prettier than Irene—though I'd never say that because frankly my Girls are Dem beautiful, no rating.

And she's the ultimate party girl. Nothing ever weighs her down. She moves through life with a spirit of freedom that I admire.

And I love her for it.

—

Well, now you know them all.

Biancus: Sweet but has anger issues. A playgirl. And fucking sexy.

Ruth: Busty, pretty, and always yelling—like the world won't hear her unless she screams. But she gives the warmest, best hugs.

Light: Slim, funny, and always has an opinion on everything. The only time she's serious is when it's about her. But honestly, the group wouldn't be complete without someone like her.

Irene: The mother. Sometimes overdoes it, but she's always there when you need her.

Royalty: The baddie. Sweet, soft, and carefree. No stress. The party girl. The number one person for bad deeds—but hey, we all commit crimes once in a while, right?

Kwami: ...Still working on that one.

And then there's me.

I'll leave it to you—how do you think I am?