My words were lost when I opened the door. My jaw dropped and my eyes grew three times their normal size. I quickly re-closed it, but what I saw could not be unseen. The image of Maurice's face flushed and gasping for air and Roger above him thrusting was forever burned into my retinas. I was in such a state of shock that I could not even get to my room. Instead I slumped against the was and slid to the floor.
A few minutes passed and Roger burst through the door, fully dressed, and hurried to the exit, acting as if he had not seen me. Maurice followed with just a sheet held around his waist. "Roger! Come back!" He yelled, still red-faced and sweaty. After the front door slammed shut, he turned his anger towards me. "I hope you're happy?!" He growled. "Couldn't you have knocked?!" I had only seen Maurice angry one other time and it was after he and Bill had a huge fight about one of his exs. He let out a sigh and joined me against the wall. "Well?" He seemed to calm down a bit.
I just shook my head. "I'm so fucking sorry." I said in a whisper. "I had not idea. I thought you were just blasting your radio again." I was still in a state of shock. It all felt so surreal.
Maurice ran a hand through his sex mused hair. "I had finally gotten him in bed. Do you know how hard it is to do that with Roger?" He asked cracking up in the middle of it which confused me even more. "I've been working on it for the past year and you just bust in and it's gone." He was practically rolling on the floor.
I was staring at him like he belonged in a mental hospital. "Why the Hell are you laughing? I just interrupted you in the middle of sex session with a mutual friend. Yell at me or something, don't laugh." I was trying to rationalize the situation.
Maurice whipped his eyes and propped one arm on his propped up knee. "What go would that do? I think your punishment is just having an image of us going at it as a keep sake." He laughed nudging me. "Unless you want to finish what Roger started." Maurice joked, but it made my face turn red.
"Man, fuck you." I said finally composing myself and standing up.
"That's what I just offered." He said grinning up at me. "Now if you'll go ahead to my room..." He motioned to the open door. "...and we'll begin."
"I'm going to bed." I huffed and stormed to my room, leaving Maurice to crack up and mourn the loss of a happy ending. Kicking off my shoes, I pulled out some pajama pants and changed into them. I threw my jacket on my dresser and crawled on to my bed. Pulling my charger up and plugging it in my phone, I looked at my messages. One was from Ralph saying he had a good time. I texted back telling him I did too. Another one was from Roger and the image of what just happened flashed in my head. I cringed, but opened the message. "It wasn't what it looked like." was all that was on it. I replied with "Well, good because it looked like u were fucking my room-mate. I'm going 2 bed & pretending that I didn't c anything. Night." After that I turned off my phone and tried to drift off.
My alarm went off the next morning at seven-twenty so I could get ready for work. I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled my way to the bathroom. After taking a shower and freshening up, I went and got into my black slacks and a white button up shirt. I was fixing my tie when Maurice appeared and leaded on my door fram. "What is it Maurice?" I asked straightening it out.
"Just wanted to make sure that we're pretending yesterday didn't happened." He said more as a statement then a question.
"Yeah man. Nothing happened." I said running a comb through my damp hair. "It's for everyone's best interest." I looked over at Maurice and he looked a bit upset by that. "I'll be at work for most off the day, then I'm taking Ralph to get his hair cut which means I won't be home til later." I sat down on my bed and put on a pair of dress shoes. "You can get whatever you want for diner." I instructed before grabbing my phone, wallet, and keys.
"Alright." He said biting at the skin around his nails. "I might invite Bill over since he and I have the day off. Just so you know." He informed me as I put on my jacket.
"That's fine with me. Just don't trash the place anymore than it already is." I said heading out the door. Reaching my car, I got everything ready then checked my phone for the first time that day. I only had one text and it was from Roger just telling me "good". I pocketed my phone and drove to the restaurant I worked at. I had got there at five til eight and went in through the back kitchen entrance.
One of the other waiters, Carrie, was already in there working on her computer. She heard me come in and looked up. "Hey Merridew. How was your weekend?" She asked going back to her typing. I grunted in response and went to the office to clock in. When I came back, Carrie had closed her laptop and was looking at me with her arms crossed. "What happened?" he asked leaning back in the chair.
Carrie was a very pretty, brunette with dark blue eyes. She wasn't super skinny, but she wasn't fat either. Her body type was a healthy weight. Her hair was pulled up into a bun and her bangs came down to right above her eyes. Carrie was not only pretty, but she was intelligent too and she loved helping people with their problems. Because of all these factors, I liked to consider her a friend.
I took a seat across from her. "Ralph and I got into a fight at the party we went to Friday night. I found out the next day he got into a car accident, and can't remember anything before that. He's now going to go on a date with someone he use to be on a soccer team with and I'm stuck in the friend zone." I paused for a breath and continued. "Oh and I caught a friend of mine and my room-mate getting it on yesterday." I finished and gave her a smile.
Her eyeliner rimmed eyes widened. "Damn." She said in a breathless voice. "You had a pretty fucked up weekend and not the fun kind like I had." She said leaning forward on her elbows. "Do you want to smoke with me when our shifts over?" I laughed and shook my head. "Naw, I'm taking Ralph to get his hair cut after work." I said resting my chin on my hand.
Carrie 'tsked' me. "Merridew you're fucking whipped." She chucked reopening her computer. "I don't know why you'd put yourself through that kind of shit." I was about to say something, but she stopped me before I could. "And if you say it's cause you love him and want him to be happy, I swear to God you're dead to me."
I laughed before getting up and closing the computer on her. This rewarded me with a glare, but it was an empty threat. "Come on. We have to get ready for the customers." I said grabbing my apron and tying around my waist.
"Right, right." She said joining me. "I just hope it's an easy day." Famous last words of all waiters.

A/N: Not really much to say about this chapter... . Hope it was enjoyed. ^.^