JUST FRIENDS

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"Stop running from this shit."

"Ah!" A moan. "Okay-eeeee..."

"Move your fucking hand and take this dick."

"Fuuuuuuck."

Blu had just walked in from an exhausting day at the art studio where he finished a few assignments for his photography class early and completed a ceramic glaze for an innovative coffee mug. But his feelings of accomplishment had dipped dramatically upon receiving an unexpected earful of his roomie getting screwed.

Honest to God, he thought it was an amazing idea to move in with his best friend four weeks ago but moments like these made him realize the folly in his wishful thinking. There was an error in his calculations. As far as he was concerned, he had known everything about her, and everything was never too much before, but now? God, what he wouldn't give to take some things back.

The headboard made a resounding thump against her bedroom wall, a steady clapping sound followed.

Blu popped in his ear buds to drown all of that out but only after he made his presence known, shuffling around in the kitchen, slamming drawers and cabinets, tinkering with silverware.

He had just walked into his room when his close friend, Babs called for a video chat.

"Is that Maze?" She asked, eyebrows curved in shock at the background noise.

His aggravation spilled into his voice. "Yeah."

"Oh wow." She rubbed her forehead as if contemplating whether or not she should say what was on her mind. "I'm not gonna lie, her moans are making me feel a way."

"Jesus."

It was fitting that people often thought they were related because Babs was like the male version of him- they were close in height, shared a similar complexion, same birthmarks just above their right eyebrow, and both had long black hair that would wave, not curl, at the slightest hint of moisture. Babs grew locs to distinguish herself- despite them having remarkably similar appearances, she wasn't about to be the "ugly twin" next to him.

Blu was surreally handsome, with freckles that dotted just the perimeter of his face and skin the color of cinnamon because he was outside more often than not. His dad was Samoan and Polynesian and his mom African so his looks made him much of a chameleon, indigenous. Long unruly brows that loomed over narrow brown eyes, lashes that any girl would be jealous of, impeccable jaw structure and an expression that was never not serious...It wasn't a mystery why women fawned over him.

It didn't help that he was nothing but height, lean muscle, and penetrating intellect, hell, if she swung that route, Babs wouldn't hesitate in shooting her shot. Blu was like the perfect dude, she held so much admiration for him; he reminded her of her Jamaican uncles who could make flip flops out of tire scraps and teach her a lesson about life in a short tale at the same time. He was wise beyond his years which was probably another reason why women went berserk around him.

Little did they know, he was infatuated with his best friend. The same one that was currently getting her back blown out.

On cue, she let out a loud breathy groan from the other room. "Oh shittt..." her voice several octaves higher.

"Just sexy. As. Hell. Don't act like you didn't notice. I know you wish you was back there putting in that work. Clapping that thang!" Babs slapped her hands together for emphasis much to his chagrin. He rolled his eyes. "But that's crazy, I didn't know she liked Shebazz that much. He's an ass."