Toilet Paper

"Sometimes the smallest acts of rebellion bring the greatest moments of bonding."

A large box of toilet paper sat in front of the door. “Fuck,” I mumbled. It was already 2 in the morning, and I had forgotten all about it. She didn’t. This was how she rebelled. It meant a lot to her. She opened the door before I did and shook her head.

“It’s 2,” she scolded, “on a school night.”

I looked at her in mock disbelief, shaking my head, and pointed at the toilet paper. “Really?” was all I said, mentally not wanting to deal with it. She never asked where I was, it never seemed important to her.

“This is actually perfect,” she said. “They will never believe it since most of their lights went out at 11:30!” She chuckled, “I got the good stuff too!”