A Little Variety

Saturday (Early).

The next thing I know, the sun is peering through my blinds and we are still lying next to each other on the couch, naked.

I get up and pad to my bedroom to find a robe, but see that it's in my hamper. I quietly curse to myself, as I want something soft and comfortable to wear.

As I glance around, I see his shirt on my floor. I pick it up and his scent wafts towards my nose. I smile to myself, and slip it over my head. I hope he won't mind.

The black band shirt is incredibly soft and I feel so cozy in it.

I walk into the kitchen to make some coffee and wait for him to wake up. The coffee is ready in a few minutes, and just as I am pouring it into cups, he strolls into the kitchen in just his boxers.

I turn around to face him.
"Looks good on you," he says in reference to his shirt on me.
"You don't mind?" I ask, hoping he doesn't.
"Nah, it really does look good on you. Plus, it's my band shirt. I'm actually embarrassed that I was wearing it, but I picked spending time with you over laundry day."

This makes me smile, and I am also glad that I get to keep this shirt.

"But what will you wear?" I ask, now realizing I have stolen his clothes.
"Got any regular t-shirts or anything?"

I think about what's in my closet and realize that I have a shirt I got from working an event back in college. It's a unisex shirt that should fit him.

I hand him his cup of coffee as I go in search of a suitable shirt for him to wear.

When I get back, he is sitting at my kitchen table, waiting.
"Well, that was quite a night that I wasn't really expecting," he says.
I nod, "Same here. I was actually planning...well not planning, but anticipating, a pretty shitty night alone."

He looks at me, "What happened to the boyfriend? I thought maybe things were okay? Or...," he says concerned.
"I got ditched again last night," the thought sends a pang of hurt to my heart.
"I'm sorry," he says.
"It is what it is," I reply, but I feel dejected. I remember what Matt had said though. "But, we are supposed to hang out tonight, and he told me I can pick what we do, so I guess there's that."

He gives me a strange look that I can't quite place, somewhere between sympathy and pity, but he shakes it off.

"Well, we have a show tonight that you could always come to," he says.
I laugh. Although it sounds fun, I doubt that Matt would ever agree to going to a show of a band he doesn't know.
"Mayyybe," I say as a joke.
"What are your plans for the rest of the day, then?" he asks me.

And to be honest, I'm not quite sure. I don't know what time I am supposed to be meeting up with Matt, especially after last night, but I want to talk to him before we get together.

"No idea really. Maybe clean or something, and then I am supposed to hang out with Matt."
"Ah okay."
"What about you?"
"Hm, well I have to get ready for the show tonight, which means I probably have to head out and do my laundry so I have something to wear."

I nod, though I was hoping to spend some time together.
"Alright, that sounds like fun."
He looks at me and it's like he can read my mind.

"I can spend a little time with you before I have to go, though."
I smile, happy that he is so in tune with how I am feeling without me having to say anything to him.

"Well, what should we do with the time we have left?" I ask.
He grins sheepishly, "I can think of a couple things."

He picks me up in his arms, carries me to my room, and tosses me gently on the bed.