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Chapter 6- Ray

It's been a while since I'd seen Neela. I mean I'd seen her but we'd always been passing each other on the way out or in. It was probably just the new rota, but I began to think she was maybe avoiding me, since opening up in our last conversation. I thought I'd given her good enough advice. I shrugged and continued on my way to the drug lock-up. I was probably just being paranoid. I got that a lot, but only with Neela it seemed. Weird. When I got to the drug lock-up I saw something even weirder.

I walked in and saw a couple making out, extremely passionately. I was about to tell them they weren't allowed when I saw that they were familiar. My mind took a moment to figure out where I knew them, then I realised. It was Morris and Albright.

"Morris?" I said, in shock. Albright jumped, and pulled away from where she'd been pinning him to a shelf.

"Get off me Morris!" She shouted before leaving, extremely quickly. I looked behind me then back at Morris. He looked almost as shocked as I felt.

"She... you... what the hell?"

"I don't know," he replied simply.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

He shrugged, "It keeps happening. She'll just... pounce on me."

"And you let her?"

He gave me a wry grin, "Wouldn't you?"

I shrugged, then shook my head. "That is just too weird. Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why you two? You hate each other!"

"You and Neela used to hate each other."

"When? And how is that even similar?" I asked.

"Well, she used to hate you right?" Morris said, as if it was a known fact. "Everyone was totally shocked when she moved in with you, but then we realised."

"Realised what?" I said, still feeling like I was completely missing something.

"That you two had got it together. But it is a bit poor that you had to go for someone with a boyfriend. Can't you get your own girl?"

I stood with my open. "What?"

"You know... you and Neela." He seemed a little bewildered. "Are you saying that you two aren't..."

"No!"

"But..."

"We are just room-mates. Friends at most! God Morris. What the hell made you think that?"

He shrugged, "Everyone thought it."

I walked off, my thoughts in turmoil. Everyone thought me and Neela had been sleeping together. Everyone thought I'd been after her when she was going out with Gallant. Shit. And I hadn't realised she'd hated me. I knew I probably rubbed her up the wrong way, but I was like that with most people, and she was very pristine. My complete opposite, it was normal we hadn't gotten on at first. I went to the doctor's lounge and grabbed a cup of coffee. It tasted disgusting but it helped me concentrate. Abby walked in after me.

"Hey Ray," she said, going to the coffee.

"Does everyone think me and Neela are sleeping together?"

She looked at me. It wasn't a particularly good look, "Yeah, most people have kind of assumed that. I know better, because I talk to Neela. But it certainly looks that way sometimes."

"How? We're just friends! And that's only recently."

She shrugged, "I guess people just aren't used to a guy and a girl sharing when they're not... you know."

"But I look like a total bastard! I know she's going out with Gallant, I would never make a move on her."

"Would you if she wasn't with Michael?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.

"I... it never... crossed my mind. I knew she was off limits in that way, I just wanted to... you know, be a friend. Why?"

"No reason, I'm just trying to work out what you two really think about each other."

"Why, what's Neela said?" I asked, getting paranoid. "Does she still hate me?"

"No," she said with a smile, then she saw my look, "She never hated you. You pissed her off. Still do sometimes, but your like total opposites. She hasn't said anything to me, apart from complaining a little about your sleep overs and filth. Her words, not mine."

I sighed, "I'm inconsiderate right?"

Abby shrugged. "Perhaps. Sometimes. Yeah, you probably are."

"Thanks for being truthful," I said, wryly, before finishing my coffee.

"No problem. See you out there." She went out and left me on my own. All I could think was; shit.

When I got home I'd made a resolution to myself, I would talk to Neela about all this, and make sure I was more considerate. I really liked her, and didn't want to annoy her. She was my friend and she deserved better than me just getting my own way all the time. A little compromise never hurt anyone after all. She was in the kitchen when I got in, I dumped my bag and went in to see her. She was opening some take-away cartons.

"And they say I'm no good at cooking," she said, emptying a tub of noodles onto two plates, "VoilĂ !"

I smiled, "You read my mind."

"Any time Roomie. I'm not on till the morning so we have an evening of relaxation ahead of us!"

"Sounds good, I'll get the beer. You'll never guess who I saw in the lock-up today."

We were on our second beer, and had finished the take out when I decided to start Our Very Serious Conversation, as I'd named it. "Neela, I think we need to talk."

"God you sound serious," she said, with a raised eyebrow. "What's up?"

"Where do we stand?"

She burst out laughing, "You are such a girl! What are you on about?"

"I'm not a girl! I just mean... it was something Morris said today. Everyone think we're sleeping together."

"They what?" She exclaimed. I just shrugged. "Shit... why?"

"I don't know."

"So, why's that got you all... girly? I mean, crap that they think that but what do you... Oh my god, you think I fancy you."

"No, I didn't mean it like that."

"You do," she looked at my in disbelief, "You are so fucking big headed."

"I never thought that! I swear to you. No, I just... he also said you hated me when I first came here."

She blushed, "I never hated you. Hate is such a strong word."

"When I talked to Abby she said you complained about me being inconsiderate."

"I think I need a word with Abby."

"Don't avoid the question, do you hate my Neela?" I asked, sincerely.

"No, god Ray, of course I don't hate you. I wouldn't be living with you if I hated you. Yes, I'll admit you get on my nerves quite a lot, but most of the time you're sweet."

"I'm sorry."

"What for?" She asked.

"For being an inconsiderate jerk," I replied simply.

"Apology accepted," she said with a smile, "Can we go back to being Roomie's again now, and plot how we're going to get around these rumours."

I smiled, "The only way to stop a rumour is to start another, bigger one."

She grinned, "Did you hear about Morris and Albright in the lock-up?"

"And the doctor's lounge I've heard." I gave an evil grin, "This is going to be so fun."