𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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Matt didn't show up until the next evening. I haven't seen him since I got back from Luke's room, and I would have known if he had come while I was asleep because he would have had to knock on the door because he left his keys at home as usual. I'm starting to wonder about this. Honestly, I wouldn't want to know which chick out there somewhere fell on him or what level of hell he was on, but if something happened to him, I'd want to know.

And then there were the things that happened with Luke. That meaningless kiss we shared or couldn't share properly. Telling Matt about this meant going on a personal suicide mission because it was clear as daylight that I was going to be kicked out of the house. As the straightest man on the planet, Matt wasn't going to want to live with someone whose mouth was on another man's mouth. But the way he warned me about Luke before saying goodbye always kept my mind sharp. I had no choice but to tell Matt what happened in the dorm room to see if he knew anything about Luke.

I did some studying, showered, binge-watched old episodes of my favorite TV show, and tried to relax and keep my mind off of everything, but it was inevitable that I would eventually decide to text Matt to ask where he was. It was around nine o'clock in the evening, and if he was busy getting lost at a party, he probably didn't have anyone to call me to save him this time.

Ben: "Matt, did you finally manage to die on a chick?"

I threw the phone on the sofa and waited a few minutes. No sound. I don't understand, is it possible for something bad to happen to him? He's a grown man who can take care of himself, so why do I have to sit here and worry about my roommate's well-being?

It took about five minutes for the phone to finally vibrate. I picked it up very quickly and was shocked when I saw the name written on the screen. I got a text from Luke. Damn...

Luke: "Hi buddy! I was just wondering if we were okay, are you okay?"

I saw no reason to be mean. It was nothing more than a pointless move by a friend of mine who was confused about his sexuality. It would be crazy for me to treat the guy like he was going to jump on my dick. I wanted to write an answer to him, but since I didn't know what to say, I decided to postpone it for a while. I was still thinking about Matt and it made me angrier than ever.

I had some free time to kill and there were better ways than waiting for any reaction from Matt. I lay down on the couch and decided to close my eyes and get some sleep. This way I would be able to escape from my own mind. I don't know how long I stayed there, but as a soft object settled on my shoulders, I opened my eyes to see Matt's face staring back at me. He was pulling a couch blanket over me, and when I lifted my eyelids he quickly stopped doing so and turned away.

"Hello." I ruffled my hair as I lifted my tired head from the couch, "How did you get into the house? What time is it?"

"After midnight and I have my own methods," he replied, moving towards the kitchen, "Why are you sleeping on the couch?"

"I don't know, why aren't you answering my messages?"

He stopped pacing and looked at me over his shoulder because I sounded surprisingly accusatory. "I had some things to deal with."

Suspicious.

I frowned and chuckled nervously, "So you're going to be mysterious like this?"

"I must have forgotten on the way home that I had a grumpy wife to answer to." He leaned against the refrigerator to give me a mocking look as I gasped. Wow.

"I'm sorry..." I coughed with a shaky breath, "I'm sorry, I don't care where you are. I was just thinking we could talk for a bit."

"What are you talking about?" One of his thick eyebrows popped up on his forehead as he crossed his wide arms.