Hedon

Hedon - Chapter 5

Malachi was avoiding Caston. He'll admit that. Maybe not to him, but at least to himself. And hey, that's improvement.
All he could think about was their eye contact heavy session the other day. It was on his mind 24-fucking-7. He enjoyed it, obviously, but it was annoying.
I mean, would you like a porno playing in your head at all hours of the day? Exactly.
He had managed to dodge Caston at breakfast, as he goes out with Katie and he also managed to rarely be home because of her. But today, she has work. It's probably the only time he'll find himself wanting her to call or text him.
Malachi was pacing his room and debating on whether he'd rather run into Caston in the kitchen or starve. He groaned and decided to go downstairs, hoping that Caston wasn't up this early.
Yeah, his fucking luck.
"I know you're avoiding me." Caston said the second Malachi entered the kitchen. "I fucking knew you would. You're the one who fucking proposed it and shit and you're the one acting weird. Like damn, pick a side."
Malachi walked over to the cabinets and grabbed a mug. He brewed coffee and poured some into his mug without talking.
Caston continued whatever he was doing, which Malachi had to admit smelled really fucking good.
"What are you making?" Malachi asked, sipping his coffee.
"He fucking speaks! Bless this fucking day!" Caston said dramatically. "I'm making a fucking omelet, what's it look like?"
"You can cook?"
"I can makes fucking eggs, dipshit."
"Can I have one?" Malachi asked, peeking over Caston's shoulder at the vegetable filled cresent shape.
"If you stop fucking ignoring me." Caston said.
"I'm not ignoring you right now."
"Yeah, but you'll get your eggs and then it's back to being shunned for me. I'm like your little housewife or some shit. Sex and food, that's all you want from me." Caston sighed over-dramatically already cracking more eggs into a bowl.
Malachi chuckled and sat on one of the bar stools, having a perfect view of Caston's side profile. He picked the right day to do it because Caston's shirt had no sleeves and he could see his entire side, as well as his aforementioned tattoo (and a glint of metal on his nipple that he chose to ignore because he's seen Caston shirtless and he does not have his nipples pierced).
Malachi's phone went off just as Caston sat his omelet in front of him. "Your breakfast, my love," He gasped, "Are you cheating on me!?"
Malachi laughed and rolled his eyes, looking at the notification. His stomach did that thing where it flipped, but this time, it felt like it wouldn't stop.
noah.liu: Hey, I know we haven't...
Malachi stared blankly at the notification for a second, his heart pounding.
"What's up?" Caston asked with his mouth full.
Malachi looked up at him, then back to his phone, and then back to Caston. "I..it's nothing just a friend."
"You're sure not acting like it. Thought someone fuckin died or some shit." Caston said, shoveling more food into his mouth.
Malachi clicked on the notification and was surprised at the length of the message.
Hey, I know we haven't talked in forever..it's been just over a year, I think. But I've been thinking about you and our falling out recently...I don't like how it ended and I've honestly been confused about it since it happened. I was just wondering if maybe you'd want to meet up and..talk? Hopefully clear things up. Even if we don't go back to being friends, I'd like an explanation. I feel like I deserve one.
Malachi doesn't know why, but he immediately compared Noah's message to the way Caston texts him. He never capitalizes or uses punctuation and he definitely doesn't have heart and soul behind his words. Noah was the exact opposite.
Malachi stared at the blinking line for a while, trying to come up with the perfect response. What do you say to your once best friend, who you had a crush on and then ghosted for over a year without an explanation, who is now reaching out to you?
Hi, this is a surprise, honestly. A good one. I don't like how things ended either.. My mom chewed my ass out when I did it. I would love to meet up and talk, if you're truly willing to listen.

Of course I fucking am or I wouldn't have messaged you (Said lovingly)! As she fucking should! I always loved your mom. Denny's?

Obviously. I'll be there at noon