Figment

Episode 2

Jonathan Geise sat up in bed, awakened suddenly from a dream. There was movement below his college bed loft; the gentle click of a deadbolt and shuffle of feet in wet flip-flops. His roommate, Craig Harkins, tried to move silently through the room after coming back from the shower. He seemed not to notice that he had woke his roommate. There was something else moving, this time behind Jonathan. Warm skin brushed against his side. He turned around to see a girl lying in his bed with him. Her brunette hair curled around her cheek and across her bare shoulder. Jonathan lightly brushed it away to look at her face. She was young, most likely a freshman or possibly a young sophomore. Jonathan was contempt with his estimate to her level of college due to the fact that it was Tuesday and most of the local high school girls don't illegally join the fraternity parties until Friday and Saturday nights. Nonetheless, she was quite beautiful with her soft white skin and lush lips. He tried to think of how she had gotten into his bed since he was not really the party type of person. He mostly kept to himself unless he was with people he had known for a while, like his roommate Craig. Jonathan did not have a problem hanging out with Craig. Only once had there been a time that he resented bringing his eccentric friend along to the bar he loved to go to on Monday nights. It just so happened that night that while Jonathan tried to pick up a girl for the evening, Craig tried his own luck…with a guy.

Of course! The girl must have been at the bar last night since it was karaoke night and they weren't serving alcohol. The Locker Room held karaoke every other Monday night and limited the sale of alcohol so that underage students could partake in the fun of making a fool of themselves to other patrons while trying to belt out the wrong notes to music like "I Love Rock n' Roll" and "Baby Got Back". Jonathan went to these social gatherings with the intent of being amused and finding a new girl that he may share his bed with. He guessed that the previous night had been a success since the beautiful brunette was lying naked beside him.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly and when she saw him she smiled. Her eyes closed and she nestled her head back into the pillow. Jonathan rubbed his eyes and looked down at Craig, who was sitting at his computer desk already dressed. Craig knew that Jonathan did not get as much of a thrill out of seeing other guys naked as he did, so he took the liberty of showering and changing at the same time in the community bathroom. It was the least Craig could do in respect for Jonathan's last three years of living with him. Jonathan had several options of moving out and living with a heterosexual roommate rather than a homo, but their friendship was something else.

"With the way you two were going at it last night," Craig said softly in attempt to not disturb Jonathan's company, "I'm surprised the neighbors didn't complain."

Jonathan smiled and lied back down. The girl's arm draped over his chest and she lifted her head over his should and saw Craig sitting on the other side of the room. Her

blue eyes widened and she slumped behind Jonathan a little. Craig chuckled at the girl's reaction and waved it off with his left hand.

"Please hunny," he said with a slightly unnoticeable lisp, "don't worry about me seeing what you've got up there. I've got them too." Craig lifted up his shirt. His slightly pudgy body bulged near his hips then again around his chest, making a decent sized b-cup in man-boobs. "And the one thing I got that you haven't dear," he continued, "you seem to have found on my roommate last night." He winked at her.

The girl let out a small laugh and proceeded to get out of bed, still being careful that her body was covered with the sheet. While climbing down the steps on the short side of the loft, she had pulled the sheets off of Jonathan, exposing his body to everybody watching, which happened to be the freshman/sophomore and Craig, with the latter of the two making the first comment while the former bashfully looked away.

"Oh," Craig exclaimed. "I did not need to see that this early."

"What's that?" Jonathan asked pulling some extra covers around his waist. "I thought you were a bigger fan of breakfast sausage."

"No offense Jon," Craig explained, "but you are not my type."

"Right," Jonathan said. "Being straight and all is a small turn off to you."

Craig smiled and looked at the girl, who was in turn smiling also at the banter of friends, and made a gesture with his fingers that suggested a small size in reference to both a joke about Jonathan's comment as well as a joke about Jonathan's comment. The girl again giggled and shook her head and made the same gesture, only half an inch bigger. Craig burst out in laughter. Jonathan looked down from where he was to see what was so funny to catch the girl still making the gesture. He promptly threw a pillow at her then his spare at Craig.

After returning from his shower, Jonathan found that the girl was gone and Craig was still sitting at his computer desk, gently putting the day's books in a black backpack. He looked up as Jonathan walked into the room. Having been the butt of the morning's jokes, Jonathan took the liberty of dressing the bathroom to avoid any more comments toward his behalf.

"Christine wanted you to have this," Craig said handing Jonathan a small slip of paper, neatly folded in half. "And thank you for introducing us before rushing off to your cleansing."

"I don't remember that," Jonathan said taking the paper and unfolding it.

"That was sarcasm Jon," said Craig. "After three years you think you would pick up on my tone of voice."

"You would think after three years I would learn to stop living with a gay guy," Jonathan said reading the writing on the paper. "It's her phone number and room. I'll probably have to give her a call later today."

"She was a very nice girl Jon. Very pretty, and I don't usually say that about girls."

"She was beautiful," Jonathan said in an almost daydream fashion leaning up against the foot post for his loft. "And last night she did this thing with her tongue…" He stopped and looked at Craig, who had one eyebrow raised. "Never mind," Jonathan continued after a second, "nothing you would be interested in."