Second-Rate Romance

One ~ Seth

Seth^^

Hey! I'm Charlie, your author. I had this idea at like 3 am and was listening to Lady Gaga the whole time writing this while downing hazelnut iced coffee. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this. 

P.S. Seth will seem like a tramp at first, its part of his indecisive personality. NO SLUT SHAMING PLEASE!

I woke up in an unfamiliar room and sighed, almost annoyed. There's just something about waking up with a pounding headache in a strangers bed with no memory for the past 14 hours that makes you disappointed in yourself. I turned to see who was there with me, hoping he was at least good-looking. 

I winced, a pain shooting up my back. Oh lord, it felt like I got the short-end of this deal. But whatever I got definitely didn't feel short. I looked over at the man lying next to me, not too disappointed with my drunken catch. 

He was muscular and clean shaven, peacefully sleeping next to me. I didn't feel like waking him up, watching as the light filters in through the open window. Sometimes I think it would be nice to be in a solid steady relationship just for moments like this, but preferably with someone who I knew their name. 

I faintly heard a door open as I sat up a little, propping myself up to view the tangled sheets and discarded comforter and pillows. I must have had a good time by how far away my pants were. I turned to the man next to me, running my fingers through his hair as I prepared to leave. 

"JUSTIN?!" the screech of a woman came from the doorway. 

Hearing women yell always reminded me why I was gay. I would much rather be growled at violently then have my eardrums literally gouged out. But that's among many reasons.

The man shot up next to me, my hand already withdrawn as I looked over at the petite brunet. I expected him to have some sort of negative reaction to me being there, locating my clothes. He was still dazed as I scampered around for my clothes. 

"Sarah..." he seemed like he was trying to remind himself of who she was, though they seemed close. "What's going on?"

He was rubbing his temples, confused, still trying to figure out what was going on. I was half-way dressed when she marched over to him, angrily throwing her purse down. Then she turned to me, her eyes burning with anger.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" she screamed.

"Don't bring him into this-" Justin said weakly. 

"I wasn't topping, honey," I said, slinging my jacket on. 

A very delayed expression of shock came over Justin and his girlfriend's face. They had both just realized to the dreaded truth. I winked at Justin as I walked out hearing sounds of pleading and arguing behind me. 

I felt sort of guilty as I called an Uber. I honestly wasn't looking to wreaking anyone's home life today, and yet I'd done it within the 20 minutes I'd been up. I was groggy and in so much pain; today was not the day to start moving into my new apartment. 

I was currently living with my parents, which was absolute hell. I understood why I jumped at the opportunity to live in a shared apartment with a classmate while I was in collage. Running a hand through my hair, I slid into the backseat of the Uber. I had only really texted my roommate and in business matters, so I would have to cross my fingers he was sweet. 

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After an argument with my parents over where I was last night, cleaning up and directing the movers around for the first time I was done. I felt like I'd accomplished enough on this unrelaxing Saturday and was a bit agitated. So whenever I went into the apartment and saw how it was decorated I almost fell out right then and there.

The walls were covered in posters and various paintings and floor was covered in rugs that resembled hypnosis spirals. The appliances were sleek and new, the chairs and couches made of leather. It would have been doable if the coffee table and dining room table weren't pool and ping-pong tables. I was flabbergasted as I looked around. I should have definitely not acted so impulsively and just moved into a strangers house, god knows what I got myself into.

Soon a knock sounded and I reluctantly opened it for the movers. They didn't seem phased as they moved my things into my bedroom. I sort of do like moving. It's nice to see what you own and organize it, just to make it a disaster again.

I watched as the movers left, tipping them and thanking them before I went to my room. I really didn't have a terrible lot of things to unpack. So after 3 hours everything was in it's place. I went to go break down the moving boxes in the living room and log into my Netflix account. 

I was glad I had taken those painkillers earlier because my headache was subsiding a bit. I hate hangovers, they're like a free trial for hell. I sighed and leaned back into the couch as the familiar clattering of keys rattled in the lock. I looked over, my emotions mixed about meeting my new roommate. 

I took a shocked breath as I watched the hottest guy I'd ever seen stride into the house. He had mocha skin and short dreadlocks with the sides buzzed close to his skin. He also sported a light stuble that I really wanted to run my tongue over. I felt like if I opened my mouth I would ask him to play with his hair or something else stupid.

"Oh, hey," he turned to me, a British accent flooding my ears. "So you're the flatmate?"