Roommates

9. Sofira: Rule No.21

'Wow. Just WOW.'

Those were my thoughts when he sauntered off. He was something else.

Straight away I paid my electricity bill. Just in time since they'd been threatening to cut it off for the past two weeks. Same as my Internet.

The next step was to call mum.

"Here goes nothing." I muttered to myself half heartedly.

She picked up on the first ring.

"Hey sweetie! How are you?"

"Mum, hey, I'm good. Better than good actually. Great."

"Oh my gosh! I'm guessing you've found a room mate!" She chirped.

"Yes."

"So? How is she? What's her name? What does she study? I want some details girl!"

"Uh...well about that. It's a he. But it's fi-."

"WHAT?"

'Dammit.'

"It's fine b-."

"NO. Sofira Nymph Densworth. It's NOT okay."

"Mum! Let me finish, PLEASE."

"Go ahead." She clipped cooly

"Dylan is a guy but he's gay. And he's really, really nice. Trust me. He's a great person, you'll love him."

Oh my gosh why did I just say that? This wasn't the plan. I was meant to reason with my mother about how I'm old and able enough to look after myself, not just outright lie to her. I was meant to mention the self-defense classes I'd been taking in the gym for the past four months.
Well yes technically I stopped for obvious reasons when Lia moved out, but it still counted as something.

I guess part of me already knew she wouldn't have any of it. And I didn't want her to be constantly worrying about me.

Gosh. Dylan was going to hate me for this. He really was.

The line was silent.

"Mum?"

"Yes Sofira?"

I could tell she wasn't happy, how surprising.

"Well...?"

"I'm coming over this weekend young lady."

CRAP. It was already Thursday afternoon.

"Oh mum, you really don't have to, I mean can you even take lea-."

"Yes, I have to. And I don't care about leave. I have some but even if I didn't I'd still be there. I want to be sure you'll be alright." She sighed.

"Okay." I gulped. "Thanks mum, I appreciate it but-."

"That's is final Sofira. He better be all that you said, or I'll have to put my foot down."

'Crap. He is far from that. Damn what have I done?'

"Alright mum. Text me what time I should pick you up from the airport on...?"

"Tomorrow night."

I gulped

"Okay."

"Bye sweetie, and yes I'll text you the details shortly. Love you, stay safe."

"Love you too mum."

I ended the call and went straight to the shops to find some stuff a gay Dylan might wear. I didn't mean to be stereotypical but it HAD to be convincing otherwise we were both screwed. I ended up buying a pair of cute yellow suspenders; tomorrow I would drag him off to the mall to buy more stuff.

But now, I had to break the news to him first. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit to hell.

I was really nervous so I took a detour to the gym and pool that was down stairs from our apartment instead of going straight home.

After around two hours of working out I finally got the courage to get my ass up the stairs. Yup. Stairs. Since that would take longer to get there. Talk about procrastination. I was the queen of that at the best of times.

I was half way up when I realized there wasn't a scrap of food in the kitchen OR walk-in pantry. Dammit to hell and back.

I thought about doing a quick run to the convenience store but changed my mind since I was still soaked to the bone from the swimming.

'Stuff it.' I'd just go AFTER dropping the bombshell news on him. That's right, I'd just quickly leave afterwards for the shops to give him some time to think. I had it all planned out.

Until I walked into the apartment. Did I just die? Because I could smell something heavenly cooking.

I followed my nose into the kitchen to find a shirt and boxer clad Dylan. The shirt wasn't buttoned yet so I got a full view if his abs and v line.

I couldn't help but stare for WAY longer than I intended too.

"Like what you see little girl? I know I do."

"What? NO. No I don't. Please button it up will you?" I gestured at his shirt wildly.

He smirked at my flustered face.

I got my copy of the rules sheet and pinned it on the cork board and white board that was across from the kitchen.

"Rule number 21...Appropriate clothing...at all times when...around each other." I mumbled as I scrawled it down.

"You're also breaking that rule, fire-head." He hissed.

And he was right. I was in my swimmers that consisted of short-shorts and a two piece floral printed swim suit. The top had spaghetti straps, but luckily it covered my stomach; I always covered my stomach.

My face flushed and I muttered: "Fine. The rule comes into affect after I shower."

And with that I turned on my heel; ignoring his glare. I hoped he was in a better mood by the time I was done.

I was already a nervous wreck on the inside.

'Way to go Sofira, way to go.'

KAK1397 is writing Sofira :)