One Cup of Sugar || Sasha x Niccolo

3 - Pinky Promise

Sashas POV:

There was only one thought that went through my mind constantly while living with two men. They were so lucky that I love them.

After nearly breaking my neck and rushing down the stairs, I find them in the kitchen, both unharmed. Turns out the two took me away from my conversation for nothing. Well, not nothing, they just needed to frantically tell me that I needed to go to the store again tomorrow for a few ingredients for a recipe they both wanted to try.

I stood in between both men, writing down the ingredients they needed.

"We seriously appreciate this so much, Sash." Connie puts his head on my shoulder as I write down the ingredients on a post-it note. I put my head on top of his in return, motioning for Jean to join as well.

Jean puts his head on my other shoulder, joining the group moment we were having. I put my arm under his neck, stringing it so I could run my hands through the sides of his hair. We stood there for a few seconds, enjoying each other's presence.

These are the moments in life that I lived for. These two are my lifelines, I don't know where I would be without them. They've been here with me through all the hardest times of my life.

They were the only family I had at this point. They took me in when my parents cut me off and kicked me out during my junior year of college when I changed my major. They've supported me ever since. There was nothing I didn't owe them in life. They are the reason I'm not some homeless person on the streets.

They were my other thirds. Some people have other halves, but I have other thirds. I love both of my thirds more than anyone else in the world. The three of us were a three-piece puzzle, and I couldn't imagine anyone or anything getting in the way,

"Of course. I love you both so much, but I am requesting you pay for my coffee tomorrow because I'll have to go all the way to Marley again." I start, turning my head to look and both individually.

"Deal." Both say in unison, sleepy expressions planted on their faces. I look over at the time, it still being too early for me to go to bed. Even though it was still early in the night, I was exhausted from the events of the day. Maybe some good sleep was needed.

"Okay boys, Sasha love time is up. I'm tired." I remove them both from me, causing a groan from both men. "I'll have your groceries before you both get home from work tomorrow," I say, kissing both of their cheeks before heading back up to my room.

Once I closed my door, I fell onto my bed, hugging my pillow in front of me. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. A wave of tiredness flooded my body.

I could probably fall asleep right now if I wanted to. The fact is, I didn't want to go to bed. I wanted to talk to this stranger. As much as the idea of staying strangers was appealing to my brain, I wanted to know more about him. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't talked to anyone except my two roommates and another friend, Hitch, in months. I couldn't help but be curious about this stranger.

And maybe we weren't strangers anymore. Maybe that brief conversation was enough to make us not strangers anymore. A stranger is by definition "a person whom one does not know or with whom one is not familiar.". That definition doesn't help me though, the two of us are familiar with one another, but we don't know each other. By textbook definition, I had no way of telling what I should consider us.

Keeping the title as strangers would do. Even if we were only half strangers.

I grab my phone and opened my texts with the blonde stranger.

Me:
Sorry, dumb roommates needed me.
I'll take you up on that offer when I can be sure you're a safe stranger.

Blondie:
Define safe stranger.