"And he totally likes you." Feliks didn't look up from painting his nails. "Of course he, like, denies it but it's totally obvious." He lifted his hand to his face and breathed over the fresh layer of bright pink nail polish.
Lukas was quiet for a moment. Feliks, a student the Norwegian had never met before, showed up at his door not long ago. And that was what he wanted to tell him? Sure, he thought the silver haired boy was cute, but he barely knew him. He seemed familiar, but he was sure they had never met before his first day at the school.
"And?" Lukas's tone was dull, as if he wasn't the least bit interested in anything Feliks had to say.
"And, you should totally ask him out." He finally looked up.
"I don't think so." Lukas sighed. One, Mathias would have a conniption fit. Two, what if this was a prank to embarrass him? He didn't want to take the chance.
"Like, why not?" Feliks asked with an irritated tone.
"I have my reasons."
"Well they better be good reasons. I'm going to tell Emil all about this little conversation." He laughed and gathered up his nail polish. "Seeya." He threw open the door and left.
Lukas shook his head. If that was supposed to make him change his mind, it wasn't working. He curled up on his bed, resting his head on his arms and trying to ignore the strong smell of nail polish that Feliks had left behind. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard the door open.
"Hey Nor." Mathias threw his bag down into the floor. "What's up with Feliks? I ran into him in the hallway." He sat on the edge of Lukas's bed.
"It's nothing." He opened one eye to look up at the cheerful Dane.
"Come on tell me." Mathias whined, turning so that he could lie down next to the Norwegian.
"Get out of my bed." Lukas tried to shove him over the edge, but Mathias clung to the mattress as if his life depended on it.
"Ouch, stop stop stop!" Mathias pleaded.
Lukas huffed and crossed his arms. "I'm going to sleep." He rolled to face the other direction, suggesting that the conversation was over.
Mathias sat quietly for a moment, then slid off the bed and returned to his side of the room. "Night Lukas."
Lukas didn't fall asleep right away like he usually did. He stared at the wall for what seemed like hours. And after a while, he had Mathias's loud snoring to deal with. Sometimes he wished he could kill his roommate, one of those moments being right then. But it did give him time to think. Somehow his mind kept drifting to the cute little Icelandic boy Feliks was talking about. He did like Emil… but he barely knew him. While there was a voice in the back of his head saying otherwise, he knew what Feliks said couldn't be true. It couldn't. He didn't know why. He had a strong feeling that it was for his own good. Maybe after they knew each other better, there could be something between them. If Emil even liked him, that is. It could be just a joke to try and embarrass Lukas. Maybe Mathias himself had put Feliks up to it. No, that couldn't be it. The Dane was always seeking Lukas's attention, and treated him different from everyone else. And not in a bad way, either. It was no secret that Mathias was trying to get close to the cold Norwegian. He would never tell Lukas that someone liked him. Somaybe it was true. Maybe.
Okay, now for some news. Since I'm not to happy with the direction this story is going ( mostly due to the fact that I wrote most of the chapters at 1:00 AM ) I am going to wrap it up pretty quickly. Besides, I want to get started on a new project. One that I will be able to work on a bit more. I will be planning the chapters a bit more in-depth and hopefully NOT writing very early in the morning :I