Disclaimer: This story is mine; the plots, the characters and the silly things they always say/do. Famous things that you might recognize are obviously not mine as I'm still a struggling student/worker/wanna writer and not sitting in a mansion somewhere sipping champagne.

A/N Previously, I wrote and published up to chapter 9. Recently, I had the time to read back every single chapter and it was painful. So painful that I decided to withhold all other story ideas I had and rewrite this baby. So here it is, Dripping Love 2.0. To my old readers, I hope you enjoy the remake version much better. Love you all!

xx zeezuin (:

Finally, after years of living under parental control and 24/7 supervision, we were off to college, "we" being Leah, Sam and I. Three best friends who managed to get accepted into the same college and somehow persuaded each of our parents to agree into letting us have off campus housing.

Together.

To say that letting us live together was a bad decision on their part would be unfair, after all 3 pairs of doe eyes and the constant whining, usually get us the way.

"If only you can blink your problems away in real life." My father's usual quip whenever I began my eye fluttering exercises.

Anyways, the fact that they had let us room together showed incredible trust on their part. We did manage to get ourselves into an awful lot of messes and drama even when we were living miles apart, seeing each other only for a few hours each day. Now that we're sleeping a few feet away from each other, always, I can pretty much guaranteed that life will be interesting.

We managed to rent a 3 room apartment just a few miles from the university campus. The walk to and fro was considered our daily quota of exercise, at least it was mine. Being away from home has really let me indulge further into the sloth side of my personality. My mother was no longer nit-picking my eating habits and my lovely roommates share the guilt whenever we finish the tubs of ice-cream instead of the usual judgmental look I get from mother dearest.

"BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!" My hand smacked the alarm clock, halting its annoying sounds. Morning has come and I must reluctantly embrace it. The measly 4 hours of sleep that I had catch the night before did nothing to help the heaviness radiating from my eyes. I became rudely aware of the consequences from procrastinating to the last minute to finish an important assignment. I always knew of them but never was I more aware.

I warily push myself up from the bed, untangling my legs from my purple floral sheets. I escaped unhurt this time and began doing my morning stretches. I like how it reminds me of cats stretching each time they wake up from naps. If it's good enough for the cats, then it's good enough for me.

I was in the middle of something that resembles the downward dog when someone knocked on my door. "Are you up yet?" Leah yelled, checking to make sure that I got up on time, unlike the day before.

I shouted an affirmative and left my room in pursuit of breakfast.

"Good morning my lovely roommate, how are we feeling this morning?" Leah asked in a sing-song voice

"I hate you." I replied, tying my tangled hair up in a bun.

You see, I've never been one of those chirpy morning birds type (unlike Leah, obviously) and I have never been able to understand the concept. Rising with the sun is all fine and dandy with me, but the sun still rises at 11 or 2 in the afternoon. I just don't like to start rising with the sun plus I usually managed to catch up with it just fine.

Leah was pouring cups of coffee for her and Sam, a cup of tea sat on the table waiting for me as I grumble my 'rising but not morning sun' monologue on the way to the toilet. Leah was already dressed for her class, one of the earliest classes on campus, which according to her frees up her afternoons. I suspect people who go to those morning classes to "free up the afternoons", spend their afternoons taking naps. Doesn't that defeat the purpose?

I sat down at our dining table, a cute round table, grumpily eating my omelet (courtesy of Leah) when Sam came through the door, returning from her usual morning run. Yes, it is true. We have one 'lazy, sloppy and the queen of procrastinator' (me) rooming with one 'punctual, borderline OCD mother-hen' (Leah) and a 'frank, no-nonsense beating around a bush crap fitness junkie' (Sam). How we managed to survive and still love each other all these years is a wonder to everyone around us.

Sam walked to the kitchen, wiping herself down with a towel and returned to the table with an apple in her hand. "What class do you have today?" she asked, biting into her apple.

"I've got English today at 11, I still have to print my essays and clear my room. Mummy dearest wants to Skype after class to check in on me. Even at this distance, she won't leave me alone!" I whined, receiving sympathetic looks in return.

"Well, I have Art History in about 15 minutes so I have to rush off right now."

"We knooow." Sam and I interrupted Leah.

She ignored us and starts giving out instructions. "Jade, can you help me with something? Please?"

I dropped my fork and look at her running around like a blind mice, gathering and checking her school things. Once done, she stopped and stared at me, waiting for my reply.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes"

"Why can't Sam do it?" I looked pointedly at Sam.

She gobbled up her apple like a freaking horse and high-tailed out of there yelling that she has to take a shower now or be late for her own class.

Leah sighed, "You don't even know what I'm asking you to do."

"I know I don't want to do it. I DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING!" I pouted like a baby. Babies don't do anything.

"Don't be a child." She took that as the end of the discussion, "Can you go to our upstairs neighbors and tell them nicely to wring out their clothes before hanging it? It's ruining our clothes and I'm sick of having to do laundry twice."

I gave my silent agreement, since the occasion somehow involves my clothes too. Our poor unfortunate tumbler-dryer met its early end when the 3 of us tried drying out rain sodden boots in it. It completed one round, made a really scary sound and gave up its life. We tried to "fix" it but after a few hours, we gave up and ordered pizza. Now it's just sitting in our kitchen, collecting dust and has become a make-shift table.

However, due to our little mishap, we had to resort to hanging our clothes out on bamboo poles. We now end our days praying for sunshine as having clean clothes now totally depend on having good weather. Why not buy a new tumble-dryer, you ask? We don't have enough money and we were too embarrassed and a tad afraid to ask from our parents.

"I really hope for our sake that the people living upstairs are not weird serial killers. If I get murdered, I'm coming back to haunt you bitches."

"Don't be a drama queen, they don't allow the criminally insane live here."

"We live here."

Leah rolled her eyes, "I'm going off now. Remember to be polite and maybe less of your usual charming self."

I glared at her retreating back. My plan to spend the extra hour before class to watch mindless TV has gone down the drain. I trudge to the kitchen after finishing breakfast and began washing the dishes. When I was done, my pajamas (consisting of an old high school gym shirt and a pair of comfy boxers stolen from an ex), was covered with wet patches.

I stood contemplating for a while. To change or not to change, that is the question. I looked down at my outfit, deciding that I look decent enough for 9 o'clock in the morning. I bet the neighbors won't even care what I'm wearing. Murderers definitely don't take clothes into account when committing the crime. At least I think so.

I knocked on the bathroom door informing Sam to "COME FIND ME IF I'M NOT BACK IN 30 MINTUES!!"

I put on my flip-flops, closed the front door and bravely started making my way to the neighbor's place. I was gasping a little after climbing the steps of stairs; I must be even more out of shape than I thought I was. Apparently the walks and stretches weren't really helping. Maybe I should start jogging with Sam, I contemplated. Finally I reached and I stood in front of our neighbor's door, taking a few moments to compose myself. What should I say?

Unable to come up with anything appropriate, I convinced myself to wing it to sound more sincere, I started knocking on the door. At first I was barely tapping it but I began to hit it progressively harder. My knuckles were starting to hurt and there was still no sign of life on the opposite end. Maybe they were still fast asleep? We already have a common thing, this neighbor and I, I thought gleefully.

I decided to continue knocking for another 2 minutes and if there was no response, there was nothing I can do. Growing tired and bored, I took off one of my slippers and began whacking it against the door. My red knuckles tingle in gratitude for the rest.

I leaned against the door, yawning and still hitting the door with the slipper. My eyes started to close and my mind was slowly wandering. This is my specialty; I'm able to fall asleep almost anywhere. Due to this lack of awareness, I didn't hear the rustling sound on the other side of the door.

I was jolted awake when the door opened and I barely manage to hold my balance. I opened my eyes and saw an equally sleepy looking man leaning on the open door.

A naked man.

"Yes?" The naked man asked.

"AHHHH!!OH MY GOD. AHHHHH!!"

I screamed and he winced. I didn't actually see him wince but his jiggly bits… jiggle. In my shock, I couldn't bring myself to look away and desperate to do anything, I did the only thing I could possibly manage. I throw my slipper at him and run.

I could hear a faint "ouch" as I made my escape. This sucks.