Four rounds of beer and two slices of apple pie later, I collapsed on my bed. Too tired to even get changed into my pajamas, I fell asleep with my clothes that I wore to the bar.
I woke up the next morning with a slight headache and my legs all tangled up in my blankets because I apparently also left my boots on. Groaning, I reached for the glass of water and the two Advil that sat beside my laptop on my desk. Chugging the contents to the bottom of the glass, I put it back down beside my laptop.
Peering at my desk, I felt like I was forgetting something. I studied everything on it, from notebooks to pencils, to my phone. I paused when I saw my phone. Noah and I had a fight last night before I went out.
Oh, crap. Noah. I was supposed to Skype him when I got home.
Bolting from my bed, I removed my smeared makeup, combed my hair, and put on a hoodie and some sweats. Once I didn't look like I woke up in a garbage bin, I powered on my laptop and went on Skype.
It took a couple of tries but I finally got a hold of my boyfriend, "Noah, thank God. I'm so sorry. Last night was sort of hectic and once I got home, I passed right out."
Noah didn't look amused. He sat in his computer chair, leaning back, playing with the rim of the baseball cap he was wearing, "So, you get mad at me for not talking to you because I was out partying, yet you did just that last night. How is that fair?"
"I wasn't partying, Noah," I shook my head a little, "I was meeting Darian's brother. We barely had anything to drink."
Four beers were nothing to Noah. But to me, I could get tipsy off of one. Not that Noah didn't already know this.
"Whatever," he sighed, "How was your first day of class?"
"It was good," I shrugged, "I fell asleep about halfway through, though. I didn't get much sleep the night before."
Noah cocked an eyebrow, "Who was keeping you awake?"
"No one," I rolled my eyes, as if he'd actually ask that, "I couldn't sleep because I was too anxious for my first day."
Noah scratched his head with his cap, "Huh."
In the hallway, I heard a voice, "Darian! Where's your shampoo?"
Do Nathan stay the night? I don't remember him coming back to the apartment. Then again, I don't remember coming back to the apartment.
"Who was that?" My boyfriend demanded, his expression not very amused.
I winced at his tone, "That would be Nathan, Darian's brother."
"Oh," was all Noah responded with.
Noah was always laid back in high school. He never got jealous or angry over guys talking to me. But ever since I moved here, he's been acting different. Like he's always on edge. I guess that's understandable, but it doesn't seem like Noah.
As we were on the topic of Nathan, I decided it's better to tell him sooner rather than later that Darian's brother was moving in.
Taking a deep breath, I said, "Noah? I have something I need to tell you."
My boyfriend stilled at my tone. Way to go, that was probably the most horrible way to start this conversation.
Staring at me intently, Noah waited for me to continue. Leaning back on my chair, I said, "Last night at dinner, Nathan informed us he was having difficulties with the place he's living in. The owners want to move back in and he has no place to go."
"What does that have to do with you," Noah questioned, quickly.
"Well," I began, "You know we were going to get another roommate down the line — because of the extra room — but that room is now going to Nathan."
Noah let out a breath, "He better be gay too."
"He's not gay too, Noah, it doesn't just run in the family," I snapped, as if he is acting like this.
We have been together for over a year and basically best friends since the ninth grade. I wouldn't leave him for just about anybody — especially if that somebody was Nathan.
I ran my hands through my hair, "Noah, it's just temporary and I would never leave you for my roommate's brother. Do you know how absurd that is?"
Still not looking all that happy, he muttered, "I guess."
"I love you," I said softly, hoping it would make him feel better.
"I love you too," Noah replied, with a little smile he said, "Have a good day, okay? But don't do too much, you look like death."
I laughed, tilting my head back, "Thank you love, you too."
With that, we both logged off. I sat there for a moment. There was no doubt he was still pissed, but at least we ended the conversation on a positive note.
Smiling to myself, I walked out of my room and into the kitchen to have some breakfast.
"Jesus Christ, you look like a Walking Dead extra," Nathan mused, laying on the couch with an arm slung over the back, with a pink towel rested on his head.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "Are you using my towel for your hair?"
Darian's brother shrugged, "Couldn't find the spares, so I worked with what I got."
"You have got to be kidding me," I muttered under my breath, going to the kitchen counter to get some coffee.
Nathan snorted, "That's not the thanks I was looking for."
Pushing the START button on the coffee maker, I turned around, "And why would I be thanking you?"
"Who do you think left you the water and Advil?" Nathan smirked, making me want to shake the look of triumph off his face.
I shook my head, "Well, thank you for that, but I will not thank you for using my towel."
Taking my now steamy cup of coffee, I sat at the kitchen table. Nathan got up from the couch and sat across from me, "Who was that you were talking to?"
"My boyfriend," I responded quickly, wanting to escape conversation of my love life with him.
Nathan arched his brow, "He seems mighty jealous of my living with you," he pondered a bit, tapping his fingers on the table. Out of nowhere, he snapped his fingers, "Maybe I should pretend to be gay, just to get him off your back."
"Were you listening to our conversation?" I asked, anger rising, "Why would you even bother?"
"I was curious," he shrugged, "I thought you were still a little bit drunk, given you were in a room talking aloud with nobody in it. But then I heard another voice, so that's when I figured you weren't all that out of it."
Ignoring his remark, I asked, "Where's Darian?"
"Out to get more shampoo, I think," Nathan gave me his usual smirk, "It's just me and you, princess."
"Yeah," I said slowly, "I have some stuff to do today so it's just you."
Without waiting for a response, I went to my room to get dressed and then walked out the door to go do some writing.
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