the roommate → brad simpson | ✓

five - "bibbity bobbity back the fuck up"

"So how come you didn't reply to my text last night?" She asks with a raised eyebrow and I frown. I didn't even notice she had replied. I was either too busy swooning over Thomas or too tired when I got back to my dorm to notice she had messaged me.

"I was out last night," I smile at her proudly. I knew she was going to freak when she found out who I was with.

She takes a double take and then raises her eyebrows in surprise, "you went out last night? With someone other than me?"

I nod.

"Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?" She laughs and a small smile cracks on to my face. "Was it your roommate? I didn't think you liked him at all."

"Trust me, I don't," I affirm. "But it wasn't my roommate. Actually, it was Thomas."

"Bibbity bobbity back the fuck up," her eyes widen in surprise. "You're telling me you spoke more than five words to Thomas Finch."

"I went out with him till curfew, too."

"University really does change people, huh?"

We end up conversing for longer before Britt has to go to her first class of the day. While I took fashion designing as a course, she took medicine. She wanted to be a medicine engineer when she was older, which sort of ran in her family. Her dad was a surgeon and her mum was a paediatric nurse.

My classes didn't start until after lunch and I didn't know if Brad was in our dorm but I risked going up to study for a bit anyway.

When I finally reach my dorm, I swing open the door to see the room is empty. Brad had obviously been back while I was out since the room was even messier than before I left. I kick his clothes over next to the basket of dirty washing and fix his drawers so all the clothes fit and the drawers are closed.

After I've cleaned, I find myself typing a message out to Thomas to see if he can meet up for a while. I know he suggested bringing a friend each last night but I didn't mind spending some time alone with him, either.

I hit the send button and start looking over some textbooks that one of my teachers told me to look over. There wasn't much to take in since a lot of the stuff was just more complicated stuff I already knew about.

My phone buzzes from my side and I pick it up with a giddy feeling inside, seeing that it's from Thomas. My eyes scan over the message over an over again.

Sure. Hang out in half an hour?

I hold back a squeal and type back a simple sure as well as a smiley face before grinning to myself.

"What's got you all happy?" A voice chuckles and I already know it's Brad before I turn around. My smile is quickly wiped off my face as I turn around to see him looking down at me with a confused expression.

"I basically just got asked on a date," I say as I place my phone down next to me. His eyebrows raise in surprise as he shuts the door and sling off his shoes. I'm tempted to roll my eyes at the fact he's been her for less than a minute and was already messing up the place. He jumps onto his bed and instantaneously pulls out his phone.

I started delving through my belongings, trying to find something to wear. I settle on some light blue mom jeans and a loose black shirt that I tucked in carelessly and change in the bathroom. I look at my outfit in the body length mirror in the main dorm and smile in satisfaction as I put on some black heeled boots too.

"You're wearing that to a date?" Brad comments from beside me and I look at him through a mirror with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, and what about it?"

"Well, if you're going on a date, you wanna impress the guy," Brad shrugs, sitting up. "For example, those jeans swamp your ass—not that you have one anyway."

I roll my eyes, "if all you're going to do is insult my outfit choice, I'm going to leave."

"What I'm trying to say is that you wanna show off whatever curves you actually have," he hums as he stands up and walks over to my drawer full of clothes. He pulls out multiple pairs of mom jeans and slings them on to the before finding my black, tight leather skirt and throwing it on to my bed. I forgot I even packed that. "Try this on."

I nod slowly and pick the skirt up from my bed before disappearing back into the bathroom. I pull off my jeans and stretch up the skirt, it fitting perfectly. It started high waist and ended mid thigh. I open the door to show Brad and he throws a cropped white shirt at me which I thankfully catch.

"Black on black is a no-go," he states. It was strange to see him being helpful. "Try that on. Your goal for tonight is to impress the guy you're going on a date with, and get laid."

I roll my eyes and go back to the bathroom and put on the crop top. I didn't feel entirely comfortable but I knew I looked good in the eyes of society, something I didn't do often.

When I walk into the room, he's sat on his bed again texting frantically on his phone. He looks up and grins.

"Are you sure I look good? This doesn't really show what I look like," I say anxiously.

"Yeah! You look fine," he rolls his eyes and I pick up my phone to see Thomas has text me. "Uh, message me when you're on your way back?"

I squint my eyes suspiciously at him, "how come you helped me anyway? You don't like me."

"Rule two," he says. "We can only bring someone back to the dorm if one of us are out. If you get laid tonight then you'll stay at your man's place. Then I can bring back a girl."

I roll my eyes. Of course there were ulterior motives behind him getting me ready for tonight. I sigh and text Thomas, telling him I'll meet him downstairs before grabbing the piece of paper from my bedside table that Brad had scribbled his name on the other night before leaving.

As I shut the door to go meet Thomas, I hear Brad yelling after me.

"Don't forget to have safe sex!"

unedited.