After a long day of sitting in class where teachers talk about things no one cares about, I walk into my apartment and throw my bag down on the couch.
I walk into the kitchen, looking through the cabinets and fridge, finding that John still hasn't went to the store and got food yet.
Great
What's a fly guy like me suppose to eat when there's no food?
I walk back into John's room and find exactly what I thought I would, him sitting there doing homework.
Ew.
"John why haven't you went and got food yet? I'm starving bro!"
John turns around in his chair and looks at me. "I've been working on the same report that you haven't even started and that is due tomorrow since my last class let out."
He gestures at the papers sprawled all over his desk and gives me a pointed look.
"Plus you have money and a car, why don't you go get your own food?"
He has a point, but I'm not gonna admit that. "I have better things to do then wasting my time to drive all the way to town and getting something to eat."
John rolls his eyes and goes back to working on his paper. "I'll go get food later."
"Well your much help." I turn and walk out of his lame room and into my awesome room.
Since there is nothing else to do today, I trade my usual skinny jeans for a paint of black sweats.
Going over to the mix board on my desk, I start to laying down some sweet fresh beats.
When I finally stop I hear the front door open and close. The sound of plastic bags being sat down and the smell of food drifts into my room.
Guess I got carried away with my music.
My door opens and John's standing there with a two white take-out box's stacked in his hand.
"Here's your food." He tosses the top box at me and it goes right between my hands.
The box breaks when it hits the ground and its contents go all over the floor.
"God damnit John. nice throw."
"Sorry...I thought you were gonna catch it.." He walks away and I make a frustrated noise. Great, now I have to clean this up.
I start cleaning when John comes back in with a rag and some cleaning spray.
I grab for the rag, in the process my hand hits John's. I feel a slight tingle when our skin meets. What the hell?
John looks over at me, I think he's gonna say something about what happened when our skin made contact.
Instead he sighs and say's "Sorry for making a mess and spilling your food." He rubs the back of his neck in frustration with himself. "Guess next time I should sit it down." He gives a small laugh.
"Shit happens right? It's all cool.? I give him a bro pat on the back.
When the mess is finally just a memory, John stands up to leave. As he walks past me to leave my bed room, he brushes against me and moves the air past me.
Wow, John smells really, good. Better than any girl I've ever been with.
I realize what I am thinking and mentally slap myself.
Why am I thinking this?
Especially about John?
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