100 Days Without You (COMPLETED)

12: Singto

Singto - Day 100

Singto laughs as his friends all scramble to find seats around his room. Joshua has his arm around a perky post graduate student who has been circling him for a while. Bess has plonked herself beside him and he can feel the heat from her thigh where it presses against his own.

He shifts slightly towards Mathilde, but she simply leans in closer and he can't think of a way out of it.

"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" Bess asks, her artificially sweet perfume making him cough as he leans a little further back.

Mathilde jams an elbow into his side and mouths 'Grow some balls!' Which has him stifling a laugh as he answers the waiting young woman.

"I'm going to be here." He tells her, adjusting himself again as he reaches for a red cup of juice. He's still not into alcohol and he doesn't want to drink just because everyone else is, but Mathilde has fixed this for him so it looks the same as everyone else's, merely alcohol free. He loves that about his friend, she doesn't give a crap what anyone else thinks.

"Yeah," Josh interrupts, "I asked him to come with me, but he insists he's gotta study!" An empty cup hits Singto's chest and he laughs as he lifts it and chucks it back at his roommate.

"I've seriously got studying to do!" He laughs.

"Since when does anyone study on Thanksgiving? It's like the only holiday when you're exempt!"

"Since this lunatic decided to cram two years of study into one!" Mathilde says calmly and that gets everyone's attention.

"What?" Bess asks stupidly, mouth hanging open as she stares at him.

"What?" Joshua echoes, eyes roving Singto's face as he also stares at him.

Singto feels like a zoo animal and he nudges at Mathilde with his own elbow grumbling that she shouldn't have said anything.

"What?" She asks, "They would have figured it out eventually."

"Well, maybe today wasn't the right day.." Singto is saying, when there's a knock at the door.

Everyone looks between Singto and Joshua who quickly raise their hands to their faces, making an L shape with their finger and thumb as they yell 'Not it!"

"Definitely Joshua," The blonde girl in his lap exclaims and Singto groans.

"Favouritism!" He complains as he prises himself away from Bess and heads for the door.

He opens it.. and then he can't speak. Can't move. Can't do anything but stare at the man in the doorway.

"Is it the pizza?" Joshua yells, and then a rolled up ball of money hits Singto's shoulder.

"No.." he says weakly.