Roommates

15. Sofira

Sofira's POV

Mum and I spent the next hour discussing the male species. 'The Duff' was still on and Dylan was fast asleep on the couch, peaceful and stress free, for now.

I don't what was up with him though.

The mirror incident had put me on edge. I'd noticed his hand.

'It cracked. I assume its because of the humidity in the bathroom.'

Pffft. Pure Bullshit.

But at least he was doing a good job hiding his hand in his sleeve and pockets; otherwise it would be another lie to add
to the growing pile, not that it mattered all that much since that pile was already pretty big in itself, one more lie wouldn't make a difference right?

"When will you open up Sof? Be young and free again."

"I don't think that's entirely possible mum." I smiled.

"I know honey, I know....but still, you know what I mean Sof."

"Yeah... I know mum." I gazed at the screen absent mindedly.

"You should open up again, meet mister right." She said with a wink and I laughed half heartedly.

"I don't know mum, I don't think I need anyone, well not in that way."

"Everyone needs someone hun." She said squeezing my hand as she got up. "Even an independent young vivacious woman like yourself."

I rolled my eyes

"Oh yeah? Well how about you mother?"

She winked.

"Oh my gosh. Mum??"

"What?" She asked sweetly and I rolled my eyes.

"Who is he??"

"Who is who?"

"Mum. Seriously." I laughed "I can see right through you. Who is he?"

"Nobody, I don't know what you're talking about young lady." She smirked as she stretched and walked towards my room. "I'm getting ready for dinner with Jane and Kathy."

Jane and Kathy were her best friends from uni, they were both nurses as well.

"Fine. Whatever, old lady, you better tell me later."

She stopped at the doorway and blew me a kiss with her middle finger while I laughed and rolled my eyes.

I swear she acted like she was the younger one at times. I was so lucky to have her. Then I remembered Dylan and those expressive blue eyes of his, whenever the topic of mums came up they seemed to get sad and he became quite guarded and cold, almost angry. And what did he mean by 'I don't even know how to date anymore.'?
There was still so much to learn about this boy, something about him intrigued me and I wanted to know him better.

I watched the ending of 'The Duff' and turned the TV off as the credits rolled before seeing mum off at the door, she said she'd probably be home late.

Sitting back down on the couch I was quick to zone out and mull over what mum had said. Then I remembered him. I shivered and clenched my fists at the memory. I was so stupid, I thought to myself as I shook my head in the hopes the memories would just fall away magically or something.

Dylan stirred slightly, slumped in my favourite corner of the couch beside the window and balcony door.

I saw his hand had come out of his pocket so I went and grabbed my first aid kit from the linen closet and a small bowl of warm water, looked like it could do with a new bandage or well a proper one at least since it looked like Dylan just used part of his shirt or something.

Wait.

Why was I doing this? Why did I even care? Shouldn't I just wake him up and let him do it himself? Were we even friends? Nah too warm. Acquaintances? Nope too cold. Flatmates? Yeah. Just flatmates. That's what we were. Flatmates.

I felt my heatbeat increase and my hands felt a bit clamy. I had his hand resting on my leg while I snipped his makeshift bandage off. It wasn't that bad, more bruised if anything but there were a few little cuts here and there.

I dipped some gauze in the water and slid my hand under his as I begun cleaning off some of the dried blood. My hands felt so small next to his, I wonder what it would feel like to actually hold his I mused.

"Mum?.." He mumbled, squeezing my hand slightly in his sleep before his eyes flickered open, they were sad and my heart broke a bit.

"Hey Dylan, its me, Sofira." I smiled.

"What are you doing firehead?" He groaned slightly as he sat up slowly.

I bit my lip to stop myself from giggling. He was so cute. His hair stuck up at a weird angle and his voice was so...sexy and rough from sleep. I felt myself blush slightly. Dammit Sofira.

"Um cleaning up your hand."

We both looked down at our hands and I blushed even more. This was so awkward all of a sudden. Gosh.

"Can't see your hand now can we?" He teased and I flushed more.

"Only because you have hands like mickey mouse!" I spat back. Oh jeez. That sounded so lame. Shit.

I watched as his lips twitched and he broke out into a laugh. I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"Okay little girl, thank you for cleaning it, you may continue on."

"Not little." I glowered

He looked at our hands again and smirked.

"Whatever!" I fought a laugh before dabbing at his cuts again. I gasped suddenly as his fingers interlocked with mine.

"D-dylan?"

"Yes firehead?"

"Why are you umm.. why?" I gestured at our interlocked hands.

He smirked at my red face. Asshole. Except this asshole was currently giving me butterflies, wait what?

"Because it burns so bad Firehead. But not as hot as you, fuck, if that was the case I'd be out cold right now."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Oh really?"

"Yes rea-owww! What was that for?"

"Nothing." I smiled sweetly as I pressed the gauze on his cut again.

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An hour later we had eaten leftover pasta Dylan had made for lunch and were flicking through random channels on TV.

"Plate?"

I passed Dylan my plate and he got up to put it in the dishwasher. Yes we were using the dishwasher, all the dishes and cutlery from today were stacked inside.

"Thanks Dylan."

"You're welcome Firehead." He grimaced slighty. "Ahh fucck." He groaned.

I had the urge to say 'language!' but then I remembered Dylan's conditions and bit my lip instead.

"Dylan? What's wrong?"

"Fuck. All that running got to me." He laughed. "Everything fucking hurts."

I laughed.

"What the fuck? Its not funny firehead!"

"Go take a hot bath." I laughed. "You're such a baby."

"And you're such a mean little girl." He glowered half heartedly. "But yes that sounds like a good idea." He chuckled as he walked to his room and then the bathroom stifly. Muttering swear words under his breath.

I shook my head and sniggered. What a dork. I heard the bath filling up and continued watching Finding Nemo. Yup. Finding Nemo. Don't judge me, that movies the best ever. I yawned and moved to my favourite spot on the couch which now smelt like Dylan. I smiled and snuggled amongst the cushions and allowed my eyes to close, it had been a long day.

Kayhatielyn   is writing Sofira :)