FAG (Justin Bieber x OC)

2

I woke the next morning to an onslaught of calypso music blaring through one of the yellow-orange walls. I was on a black leather sofa with my face smushed into the back. My head caned and I rolled over, my back and neck cracking. Now that I was facing towards the TV and away from the source of the music, the sound wasn't any less relentless. I let out a groan, but couldn't bring myself to move. Instead I simply stared at the TV across the room through half-lidded eyes. I discovered a blanket round my legs that Moses must have brought me and, pulling it higher, I snuggled into it and yanked a faux zebra fur cushion over my head. The cacophony from next door persisted.

"Oh my days!" I looked up to see Moses framed in the doorless doorway. His legs were clad in black and grey striped pyjama pants that hung low on his round hips. Shirtless, his chest was muscular and smooth. Unlike me, he didn't have a defined six pack or V lines, but his shoulders and torso were strong. His form was more solid than mine. He had an outie belly button. I tried not to stare as he raised his arms above his head to stretch, dark skin taught across his flexing biceps and pecs. I felt my face heat up, so I quickly redirected my stare to his face.
"Moses, hey," I greeted.
One hand moved to scratch his stomach and he yawned before he replied, "Mornin', Justin. Fuckin' Ricky Campbell. I'll go tell him to turn it down. Ugh, my head." I watched as my new friend moved groggily between me and the TV before exiting through the front door. An odd stifling sensation in my chest, accompanied my appreciative thought of , 'His ass.' I shook it off the irrational guilt I was feeling.

After a few minutes the volume of the music reduced so I could barely hear it and I let out a sigh as the pounding in my head followed suit.

When Moses re-entered the flat, I staggered to my feet and followed him past the doorway he'd first appeared in and into the kitchen-come-dining-room. In contrast to the orange hues and animal prints of the living room, this room followed a lighter colour scheme. The walls were white, with pale wood worktops and white Lino flooring. I was pleasantly surprised to feel the warming tickle of a few tentative rays of sunshine that tripped idly through the large window. Pictures, similar to the ones I'd seen in frames in the other room, were stuck to the fridge with magnets. A smiling black woman and a boy were featured heavily in them, tracking Moses and his mom through the years. At least I assumed it was his mom. "That your mom?" I asked him.
He turned to look, "Yeah. Not in though. She's at her boyfriend's house. She'll probably get in later." I nodded. Do I ask about his dad? Better not.

"What do you want for breakfast?"
"What have you got?"
Moses opened a cupboard and surveyed the contents: "Weetabix, Cheerios, Cornflakes, Muesli, Special K Red Berry, fake Cheerios, Reduced Sugar Cheerios, Honey Nut Clusters and Cocoa Pops. We've probably got bread for toast as well."
I grinned, "Not much choice, is there? What are fake Cheerios?"
"They're Lidl's own," his nose wrinkled disapprovingly.
"Cocoa Pops, please."
"Sure, blad."

We chewed together for a while. Moses had chosen Cheerios and the seat diagonally opposite me. He'd finished his cereal and sipped placidly from a glass of orange juice, "So have you got'a be somewhere, or do you wanna do something today?" From what I could tell, he wasn't politely hinting for me to leave, but I couldn't be sure. In fact, I did observe he sounded a little less sure of himself than he had last night. It was unclear whether it was his sobriety that diminished his confidence, or my sobriety that allowed me to notice it. I chewed some more and pondered.

"I don't know," I finally spoke up, "I ought to see if management have contacted me. I'll check after this," I clinked the spoon on the rim of my bowl. "Don't you have work or anything?" If he wanted to get rid of me, this would be his opportunity to tell me he had other stuff to do. I held my breath.
"Nah, blad," he shrugged, "It's Easter, init? I haven't got uni for a week."
"You're at university? What are you studying?"I asked, looking down and trying to hide the grin that was threatening to invade my face once I realised he still wanted me around.
"Reading chemistry. It's aight."
"Really? What do you wanna do with it?" I asked, a little taken aback. I wouldn't have pegged Moses as into science.
"I dunno really," he scrunched up his nose, before suddenly brandishing his teeth in a shit-eating grin, "Something that pays well, init."
"Do you like chemistry?" I asked, confused. I'd always assumed that people who paid to go study at college for years of their life must have some idea what they're doing.
"Yeah actually," he shrugged, "It was my favourite subject in school, uh, and then sixth form. I didn't know what to do at the end of sixth form, so I just thought I'd keep on with chemistry."
"Cool," I said and went back to chewing for a while.