Regret

Chapter 2: Christian

     I woke up with a pounding in my head. My body feels heavy, and my head is lying on something.. breathing?? I look up and see Andrew sleeping above me. He looks so peaceful. I can't help but smile. He hasn't shaven in at least 2 weeks, and he's got more of a beard than his normal stubble. For the first time in a while, I get to just admire my friend without it being weird. I haven't been held since Trina and I broke up. And it's nice that it's Andrew because there's no strings involved. Just two bros cuddling in his bed, not weird at all. I close my eyes and lean closer to the warmth. I'm not quite sure what happened last night, but I'm just happy Andrew was here to take care of me.

     I feel Andrew moving under me. He groans and lifts up his arms, stretching them before wrapping them tighter around me. " 'mornin' " He groans and looks down at me.
"Good morning." I smile up to him. "How's the hangover?" He's got this silly grin on his face. I groan sarcastically and plop my head back down on his chest. "Hope the cereal was worth it." He says, flicking me on my jaw and tying to sit up. I sit up, looking at him confused. I don't remember anything from last night, let alone cereal? He just smiles at me before climbing off the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"To take a shower cuz you smell like ass." He grins and starts digging through his drawers.
"You prick-!" I say, throwing one of his stuffed animals at him. We laugh, and it's nice. He tosses it back before walking out. I take a moment to look around his room, he's got a few stuffed animals, not enough to be concerned, just a few from games or shows he likes. He's got his TV mounted to his wall, rubber ducks hanging out all over his room, he's got poster from some shows and bands he listens too, and he's got one big mirror in front of his bed then the mirror that hangs over his bed. I think it's a strange place to have one, but he also puts a lot of time into his appearance, so it makes sense.

     I can hear the shower turn off and the door open, I'm still just sitting on his bed. I'm not sure why, but I kinda just like sitting in his room. It's a change of scenery from the rest of the house. His room is decorated while the living room and kitchen are just whatever I could find that was cheap and worked. That being a folding table and 2 chairs, and an old beaten up couch. Since he moved in, he's added a lamp to the living room, plants scattered around, and an actual table for the kitchen. It's a really nice wooden table. He walks in his room with his jeans unbuttoned and his clothes in his hands. I look up at him automatically picking up on the fact he shaved down to his normal stubble. I think it suited him better, it makes him look older, but in a good way. His hair is still wet, and he's got some sort of mask on his face. I look down to his stomach area. He keeps himself in shape, not like jacked, but you can see the slight outline of little abs, and he's got a decent about of muscle on his arms. He's also got a slight scar on his stomach by his belly button. I find my eyes wandering down just a little bit more to where his happy trail is. "Bro, that is such a homosexual thing to do." he grins and walks over to his dresser again. It snaps me out of whatever was going on in my mind and makes me look back to his face. I don't acknowledge what he says, and instead, I look at his newly shown tattoos. He was facing away from me now, so I didn't have to worry about him catching me. I looked at the multiple tattoos on his back, he's got angle wings on his right shoulder, a bright blue butterfly on his right side near his ribs, and he's got a medusa tattoo that gets cut off my his pants. It's not that it's super low, but he wears high waisted jeans so it looks lower down. Andrew is a conventionally attractive man. He's tall, has pretty eyes, a really nice smile, he's in shape, and he's got tattoos. I just know whichever lady he ends up on is gonna be lucky. Though she better be rich, he's got a type for that. I smile to myself before looking back up to the back of his head.

     I'm not quite sure what he's doing, but it's flexing his back and honestly, it makes him that much more attractive, not that I think he's attractive- he's just a good looking guy and it's normal to find your best friend at least a little hot, you know, I gotta be like the hype man. He throws a brush at me. "You can stop staring at me and go shower." He rolls eyes at me, and puts on a shirt. Something about watching him put it on was strangely hot. I advert my eyes and stand up getting ready to leave. "Don't forget to clean behind your ears." He laughs and I just close his door heading to the bathroom. He likes to keep his clothes separated when he washes them. Lights by themselves, darks, jeans, and then towels and blankets. He's got 4 different laundry hampers in our bathroom and tells me to keep the clothes separated. Andrew has an unlimited knowledge of style. I take off what I was wearing and throw them on the floor, he has a rule about pink and red but I don't care enough to remember it. I turn on the shower, the water steaming hot. I sigh, knowing I'm gonna have to wait a minute before the water gets cold. That's another difference between us. He takes boiling hot showers, while I prefer cold. It works out, though, because he never has to worry about using all the hot water, and I get ice-cold water.

     I look in the shower, seeing the waterproof speaker he had me install within a week of him being here. It's nice, even though I never use it. He listens to all sorts of shit in the shower, I think it's kinda funny. He's also got a rack full of soaps and cleansers and skincare, I don't think I could even pronounce half of them. He's tried to get me on some skincare thing, but it's just stupid. I don't have bad pimples or anything, so why would I blow money on that stuff, He blows plenty of my money on it anyway. I love Andrew, he's my best friend and we work out perfectly. I've got money, he cooks and cleans, we hang out whenever we want, it's perfect.

     I close my eyes, embracing the cold. It feels really nice to just enjoy the cold water, especially with my headache. I was probably in the shower for 20 minuets before I heard Andrew yell something incoherent. "What!?" I yell back, rubbing the soap from my eyes. He cracks open the bathroom door, not enough to even stick his head in.
"I said breakfast is ready fatass!" He screams too loud. I throw a shampoo bottle at him, but he slams the door. I rinse off and shut off the water. I grab a random pair of shorts and drape a towel over my shoulders. I didn't actually bring clothes with me, so it'll do for now. I walked into the kitchen and sat down my the cup of coffee he had prepared for me. His cup of tea was sitting across from me, Andrew hates coffee, but every morning, he'll make me a cup exactly how I like it. He walks over and slides a plate to me. It's nothing real fancy, just some berries, two pieces of toast, eggs, and sausage. He make a smiley face out of ketchup on my eggs, which is funny because I never really cared for ketchup, but they're only good on eggs. He thinks it's gross, but always does it for me. Andrew sits with his tea and his plate of food. The only difference is that he has syrup on his eggs. I never really thought about doing that. I watch him take out his phone and take a bite of eggs. He's scrolling through something and he smiles at his phone. He flips his phone over to show me a video of a brown cat, the cat had the same chocolate colour his eyes did and it was just eating food very messily. I smile seeing his face light up looking at it. "Look at the babyyyy" He coos. I laugh and acknowledge how cute it is. He goes back to scrolling and eating his food.
"Is it good?" I ask, he looks at me blankly for a minuet.
"Of course it is, I made it. And you have your own right in front of you." He says before taking a bite of toast.

     I grab my fork and reach over to his plate, grabbing a piece of egg and eating it. "What are you doing-?" He says watching me.
"Woah.." I say looking at him. "This is actually fucking bomb" I reach over to grab another piece of egg but he slaps my hand away and he chuckles, he's got such a nice laugh.
"This is my breakfast. Get your own." He says, grabbing a fork full of egg and shoving it in his mouth. I frown at him and throw my head back.
"Ughhhh, you never let me do anything funnn!" I groan and look to him. He just flips me off and sips his tea. He honestly looks so good even doing something so mean. I let out a sarcastic sigh, and bite into my toast. "What are your plans today?" I ask continuing to eat. He finishes chewing and turns off his phone.
"I'm not sure, I might do laundry and then go out. What about you?" He says giving me his full attention. I really like that about Andrew, he gives me his full attention when we're talking.
"I don't know, I don't work today." He hums and sips his tea.
"Wanna come with me?" He asks as he finishes up his plate. I think about it for a minuet, then agree. He smiles at me and gets up to put away his plate and mug before walking down our sharedhallwayy. I watch him disappear into his room. I've got a feeling today's gonna be a good day.