Crush on the Prankster Salesman

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I wake up to the sound of knocking on my door. The knocking halts only to be replaced by a voice.

"(y/n)? Do you want breakfast?" Eric.

"Sure, thanks." I call from my bed. I groan and run my hand down my face. "I'll be out in a minute."

" 'Kay, take your time." He says through the door. I hear him take a couple of steps as I stretch in the bed and stand. I walk over to my dresser and grab out a hoodie. I pull as much of my messy hair up into a small bun as I can. I walk over to the door only to hear my phone beep. I head over to my bedside table and pick it up.
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8:15
        Slim: Hope you got home safely.
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I respond with a smile.
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8:15
Me: We did. Thank you.
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I put the phone in my hoodie pocket and walk out.

"Oh wow." I hear a female giggle come from the kitchen. I walk toward the kitchen and see Pam sitting in a stool across from Eric cooking on the stovetop.

"I would've asked if Pam is up but I could hear those giggles from my room." I say smugly and Pam jumps and turns around. I notice she's not wearing the same clothes as last night.

"(y/n)." She calls happily and waves me over. "Come sit down. Eric is cooking some eggs right now."

She pats the seat next to her and I walk up. I raise a brow and look her up and down. Her face flushes and she glances at Eric.

"Those look mighty comfy." I say jokingly.

"Oh yeah. She woke up while I was sitting out on the couch and mentioned that she was kinda cold. You were out and I didn't want to wake you so I gave her some sweats." Eric explains with a soft smile and looks at Pam. She chuckles and looks down before turning back at me.

"Such a gentleman." I turn my gaze to Eric who looks at me with a brow raised at my devious expression. "Giving you his favorite sweatpants and cooking you breakfast."

"His, what?" Pam turns to look at him and his face flushes.

"Hey, I was just tryna be a good host." He blurts. "Keep talking like that you won't get any breakfast."

"Hey, I woke up for this break-." My phone beeps and I stop. "Hold that thought."

I whip the phone out of my pocket and open it. Eric scoffs and Pam leans over in her seat. A smile across my face.

"Who's that?" Pam asks.

"With that smile? Who else?" Eric chortles. I look up from the phone and glare at him before looking back down. Eric puts his arms up defensively and says through thick sarcasm, "Whoo, so scary."

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8:23
Slim: Up early today huh?

Me: Roomie woke me up with breakfast.

Slim: Sounds good.

Me: Yeah but he really made it for Pam.

Slim: Oh?
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Eric snaps calling my attention. "Hello earth to    (y/n)!" He calls waving at in front of his face.

"What?" I ask harshly.

"That smile is so dopey I might get lovesick just looking at you." He says sticking his tongue out and Pam giggles. I look at her shocked and fake gasp.

"Is that a traitor I see?" I joke.

"You're my best friend and all, but I have to agree with him." She raises a brow and smiles.

"Wow I can't believe my roommate stole my best friend." I scoff dramatically and grab my chest.

"Oh so I'm just your roommate?"