Fallacy Error

3.

The next few days, Reed felt like someone was watching him. Following him. He walked out of the large building with Emmit beside him. They had just finished their last class for the day and were planning on hanging out.

"How's Owen?" Reed asked as they sat inside Emmit's car.

Emmit shrugged. "He hasn't called me since that one night. Won't answer my texts." He tried to sound like it didn't bother him, but deep down, Reed knew his friend was aching.

"I'm sure he's just... adjusting. Probably lost, doesn't know what to do. And I'm sure he wants to spend as much time as he can with his mom."

Emmit sighed as he pulled out of the parking lot. "I know, I know."

"How are you?" Reed asked after a moment of silence.

Emmit glanced at him confused. "How am I? I'm fine, I guess. Just worried." He mumbled.

Reed smiled slightly. "I'm sure he's okay. Just give him time. He'll come to you when he's ready."

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"Hey, you got food I can have?" Emmit asked as soon as they stepped into his dorm.

Laughing, Reed nodded and pointed at the small kitchen area. "Have at it. I don't think there's much in there, since I Haven't gone shopping recently."

Emmit bounced, literally, bounced like a bunny as he opened the fridge first. "I bet it's nice not having a roommate. I'd love it. Julien irritates me. Brings home girls all the fucking time. Like, Hey, you still have a fucking roommate in here! And he's gay and doesn't wanna hear a fucking girl moaning and screaming. I mean, if Julien was gay, too, I wouldn't mind if he brought home guys. I'd actually like that-" He paused as he stuffed a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. "I wonder if they'd let me join. Actually no. I want Owen. He's mine. That 6'2, brown-haired, skinny soft boy is all mine."

Reed stared at Emmit. He was known to rant but... "Jesus Christ, Emmit. You-... I-..." Reed plopped himself onto the couch. "How is Owen going to put up with you?" He said, wide-eyed.

"Hey-" His sentence was cut short as ice cream dribbled from his mouth, landing on his shirt and the floor.

"Come on, man." Reed laughed, standing up. "I'm not cleaning that up. Actually, I'm gonna shower real quick. You know where everything is." He pushed open his bedroom door and slipped his shirt off, grabbed a towel, and headed to the bathroom.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The previous hickeys that stained his abdomen were almost faded gone. Sighing, he turned on the shower. He got in when it was still cold, to eliminate the hard-on he sported thinking about where those hickeys had come from.

About ten minutes later he was putting on new clothes. A simple grey pair of sweats and a black t-shirt.

"Emmit, you didn't kill yourself, right? Actually scratch that. You didn't destroy my apartment, right?" He asked, laughing.

"I'm not that useless," Emmit grumbled, still eating the ice cream as he watched TV.

"You better not eat all my ice cream. That's the last container." He warned with a raised eyebrow.

Emmit looked up at him, then down to the ice cream and repeated it. "Uh... sure, yeah... save you some." He mumbled, putting the lid on.

"You fucking pig. How are you so fit? You eat like shit. If I eat a single burger I bloat like a fucking balloon." He chuckled.

Emmit shrugged and finished off the cold dessert. "I work out, you know. And I have a fast metabolism."

"Right, right... You're buying me ice cream." He plopped down onto the couch next to him. "I've been having this weird feeling lately. Like someone his following me." He said out of the blue.

Emmit's eyes widened and he immediately turned towards his friend. "Spill. Why do you think that." It wasn't a question.

Reed raised an eyebrow. "Well... I don't know. I just feel I'm being watched. Followed. It's creeping me out." He mumbled.

Emmit's lips lifted into a sly smile. "You are probably being followed. And tonight, whoever it is, is going to break into your dorm... walk into your room... watch you sleep... before completely destroying your ass. Literally. I bet he's hot daddy material. Has a monster dick, too."

Reed looked at his friend with wide, horrified eyes. "Emmit, what the absolute fuck! What type of fantasies do you live in." He said.

Emmit laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "I was just kidding. Stop acting so surprised. But you do know that... if I was the one being watched, I wouldn't be taking it up the rear. I'd be the one giving. Topping," He faked moaned at the thought. "And, God... I can't wait until I get a piece of Owen's ass," He made a kissing noise with his lips, exaggerating it.

Reed laughed. "You? Your 5'8 self topping a 6'2 Owen? That's funny."

Emmit looked at him rudely. "Hey, for your information, I'm 5'9! And there's nothing wrong with me topping him! In fact, Owen-" He was interrupted by his phone ringing. He looked down at it and an immediate look of relief washed over his features.

"It's Owen. He said he's back. Want's to meet up at my place." He stood up and looked at Reed sheepishly. "I'm sorry-"

"No, it's okay. I understand," He gave him a smile. "Tell him I said hi. And remember, be strong." He called out as the other was already closing his door.

Reed sighed heavily and rubbed at his eyes. That's when his phone went off, too.

It was a call. From Casey. He answered it, lifting it to his ear. "Hey-"

"M-My place. Ten minutes. Don't be late."

Then he hung up.