The next morning I heard a loud knock on my bedroom door. I rolled over covering my head with my pillow, but the noise continued. Could I not have just one day to lay in bed and pity myself. "What?!" I finally yelled.
"Hey. If you didn't want me to try to "help" you then you shouldn't have made that ridiculous face." Roger's stern voice said from the other side of the door. I sprang up and opened the door. "Whoa." He said looking me up and down. "Did you sleep in those clothes AGAIN?" He asked giving me a dirty look. "That's just nasty man."
I glared at him and went to my closet to grab some other clothes. "Did you just come here to get on to me about my hygiene?" I spat bitterly. "Give me a break." I said pulling out some ripped jeans and an old Good Charlotte shirt. "I just found out that Ralph might have a "new boyfriend". Some guy named Andrew that went to our high school." I said becoming more upset.
Roger plopped down on the corner of my bed. "Really?!" He said surprised. "That was fast. How did was he able to talk to Andrew? I know they were on the same soccer team, but Hell, he can't even remember his own boyfriend." "His aunt gave him the password to his computer and I guess they started talking on Skype." I said as I headed out my door. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Be right back." Roger gave me a thumbs up before falling backwards on to my, unmade, bed. I made my way to the bathroom, strangely enough, without see Maurice once. It made the place seem a bit off, but I shrugged it off and took my shower. With the temperature dropping rapidly, I decided to turn the hot water on full blast. After I was done and dressed, I headed back to my room to find Roger going through my phone. "Hey!" I shouted, jumping at him and grabbing at it. "Give me my phone!" He just laughed as if it were as game, instead of me actually trying to fight for my phone.
"Relax." He said pinning my down. "I was just getting information so I can help." I looked at him confused.
"What are you talking about?" I asked still angry.
Roger rolled his eyes and opened my texts to Ralph. "I need to know what you've told him so I can figure out where you two stand." He showed me the screen. "I learned that he thinks of you as a close friend, which is helpful. Even if he is going to start dating Andrew, you'll still have a chance to change his mind." Roger put my phone in his pocket and got from me.
"Alright, and how do you expect me to do that?" I questioned propping myself up on my elbows. "He might be upset with me now." I said tilting my head to the left.
"Why? From what I saw you guys were on good terms." It must have hit him because her started rubbing his temples. "Please tell me you didn't say anything stupid when you got online with him." I picked at my fingernail. "Oh come on! What in God's name did you say?!" He asked enraged.
I was a bit surprised by Roger for bring God's name into this. After going to a Catholic private school, he had decided he didn't believe in faith or any type of decide. "I didn't say anything stupid!" I defended. "I just couldn't take hearing that he found someone else. So I just told him how I felt. Granted I could have approached it in a better way, but I let my emotions get the better of me."
"You always do though. You don't stop and think about how that'll affect things in the future." He said to me as if I were a child. "First things first. If I'm going to help you, learn to bite your tongue now and then." Roger started pacing back and forth. "Second, we'll need to get more information on Andrew." He said as if this were a top-secret mission.
"I think you've watched way too many spy movies." I said drolly.
"What did I just say about biting your tongue?" He scowled, before he went back to his thoughts. I rolled my eyes and covered my face, once again, with my pillow. "I'm going to text Ralph from your phone and apologize for last night." He finally said as I felt my bed shift.
"Tell him I was still sore about my recent break-up." I said, but the pillow muffled me so Roger didn't understand a word I said.
He pulled the pillow off my face. "What?"
"I said, tell him I was still sore about my recent break-up." I repeated, then pulled the pillow back to cover me.
"Oh, okay." He said acting like he didn't care, and he probably didn't. "Now we'll play the waiting game." Roger said laying, perpendicularly, on my legs. "Were you going to just sleep all day?" He asked sounding board. I just gowned. "Damn. You really are in depression. You know Maurice wanted me to try to get you out of the house at some point."
"It's not a house." Again my voice was muffled.
"Take the pillow off your face!" Roger yanked the pillow from me and placed it under his head. "Now, say again?"
"It's not a house. So technically you did your job." I retorted sarcastically. "I'm just emotionally tired." I sighed. "And I have to get over while I'm at work tomorrow. I was going to let today be my "wallow in self-pity" day." I said looked down at Roger.
Roger stared back at me. "Maybe you should clean your APARTMENT then." He said putting enfisse on 'apartment'. "It's a disaster area." He said scrunching up his nose. "Do you two throw anything away?" Roger asked.
"It's all Maurice's fault. He has yet to discover this magical thing called a trashcan." I said as if it were unheard of. I sat up, Roger not moving from my lap. "He asked about you last night, by the way."
At that, Roger joined me in sitting. "What did he say about me!?" He asked suddenly interested. He noticed this and composed himself. "It was probably some stupid story from back in high school. He's always running his mouth about something." Just then, I could hear my phone buzz in his pocket. Roger pulled it out and looked at the text. "He says it's okay and that he's sorry for just dropping that information on you." He read from my phone.
"Text him that..." I thought for a moment. "I guess just tell him it's ok, because he didn't know how I felt and I know he was just trying to make me feel better." I looked over Roger's shoulder, at my phone. He finished typing then pressed send. "Back on topic, Maurice just said you were an odd one and wanted to know if you and Simon were having sex. You know normal stuff." I said trying to play it off.
It didn't seem to work. "He WHAT!?"

A/N: I really appreciate all the reviews, favorites, and follows. Special thanks to katherine-E-kora for giving me a shout out in one of their AWESOME stories.

I have finally caught up with my projects and just have a history test Wednesday, but I'm ready for it. :) Any who, more updates to come.