"Hon? Wheres the milk?-"

-Jessica asked, the door to the fridge slightly agape. Her question was met with silence. There was only one possible culprit for the horrid act of milk theft.

"Natalie!" Jessica sneered. Provided that she was met with more silence, Jessica closed the fridge and walked over to the dormant hiding place of her roommate, the couch. She leaned over the back of the shag sofa. Her gaze met her roommates mass of dirty blonde hair. Flipping up the thick mound of hair, Jessica saw the sleeping face of her suspected culprit.

Jessica gently flicked the sleeping woman's nose. "Natalie?" Jessica cooed, letting the fluffy hair fall back onto her roommate's face. The sleeping woman shot up.

"What?! Who's there?!" Natalie woke with a start, hair covering her line of sight, and hands in a fighting position. She shoved the heavy thick mass from her eyes and looked at Jessica.

"Woah there soldier, just wondering where the mi-" Jessica stopped mid-sentence when she saw the red whole milk cap and jug on the coffee table.  Here face sunk from a smug grin to a distaste-filled frown. She exhaled, "Why is the milk on the table?"

"I was eating cereal last night, I guess I passed out before putting it away. Sorry," Natalie's calm tone made Jessica grimmace.

"If that's the case, why does our coffee table lack your filthy dishes?" Jessica pinched the bridge of her nose after being met with a look of confusion. "You know... like a bowl?"

"You need a bowl?" Natile asked titling her head like a confused puppy.

"You do need a bowl.... how do you eat cereal without one?!" Jessica was flabbergasted the common knowledge her homely companion lacked. "Know what, never mind, just give me the milk." Jessica snorted.

"Suit yourself." Natalie handed the milk over along with the cap.

"Thank you." Jessica grabbed the bottle her nose being met with a rancid odor. It had been out all night in the summertime, how had she not expected it to be spoiled? The bridge of her nose curled into a cringe. She involuntarily capped it, feeling her stomach turn in revolt. Natalie again looked at her confused until her actions dawned on her.

"Oh lordy, I am so so sorry," Natalie smiled shamefully.

"It's fine..." Jessica walked into the kitchen and dumped the rotten liquid down the sink. She rinsed out the jug and sighed. "Why did I need milk anyway?" She asked herself before her nose was met with another scent. It beckoned her attention over to the mug on the counter,  filled almost to the top with warm, black, coffee.