Catching Roses

Chapter 10- Joanna William's POV

  We had gotten back to the apartment, and once again, Jessica was on the couch.  Now, this time, she was reading.  Because it happens so often, I could tell now it was the same expression she made when she drowned the world out.
  Luckily I had a conputer with me, and so I opened it up, opening the web browser, Google Chrome, and started setting it up.  Meanwhile, I decided to test if she was really focused.  I wasn't quite sure myself, so it was probably safest.  
  "What are you reading, Jess?"
     No responce.  Perfect.   
  I started typing up what would be the case now, not going to publish it or describe how we look.  
  After an hour or two, Jess threw the book, rolling on her stomach.  I jumped, nearly dropping the conputer.  
  "Damn writers make it to predictable!"  She shouted.
     I started laughing after a moment of silence, and recieved an offended look.  The look only made me laugh more, and her offended look was sprinkled with confusion.
  Right then, Miss Smith came in, seeing us two.  Her british accent came out, startled.  "Dear lord, Jessica, what'd you do this time!?"
  "Threw a book across the wall, frustrated that the writers made it too easy to figure it out."
  She chuckled.  "Jessica, darling, let's start that you're old enough to know not to throw books across the wall.." she began.  I tried muffling my laughter, but it was still audible.
  "Joanna, I WILL throw a book at you!" She growled.
   "I know, but I cant help but laugh a bit." I argued.
  She flopped back down on the couch, sighing in defeat.  I chuckled again at her childish behaviour, and contenued typing.
  I can't help but wonder how she's like alone sometimes.
    Jess sighed, standing.   She walked to the fridge, scanned it, and sighed, closing it and flopping back down on the couch.  "To quote an old friend of mine: 'Pain consumed me as I realied I was both out of food and lack of something to do.  My entertainment is gone.'" She quoted.
  "Is this the writer friend who died, dear?"  Miss Smith asked.
    "No, the comedian.  And my writer friend hasn't died." She replied.
  "How much death in your life is there!?" I growled.  She thought for a moment before replying.  "About as much as yours." She replied.
  I sighed, saved my place, and closed my laptop.  "Well, what now?" I asked.
  "Find something to do around town?"  Miss Smith suggested.
    "Sounds decent." Jessica stood, grabbing hee coat and headed out.
  I sighed, and followed as quickly as possible.