i hate you // lawlorff

three

We pulled up to my apartment building. I still hadn't moved out of the same place my ex and my best friend were now probably making good use of. I cringed as Sam parked his car by the curb.

"Do you... want to come inside? I mean, like to help me, maybe?" I offered.

Sam smiled. He turned the key and stepped out. 

We walked up to the door and I typed in my pin. The door opened and I let him through first. 

We clicked on the elevator button and after a few moments, it opened, revealing my ex best friend. 

"Jc," I acknowledged, passing him as we stepped inside the elevator.

"Kian, I'm sorry," he pleaded. I rolled my eyes and clicked on the shut door button. Sam stood there awkwardly. 

"What was that all about?" he asked as I hit my floor number. 13. 

"He's an old friend. Well, he was my friend until I walked in on him fucking my girlfriend." 

Sam looked at the floor. "I'm sorry." 

I groaned. "I'm over it." 

That was a lie. There's no way that I could possibly get over something so terrible. 

We got to my room and I grabbed a box. I had already started packing this morning before I left for lunch. 

I opened up my closet and threw in a few things, my work uniform and some spare changes of clothes. I figured that if I had clothes in Sam's closet, it might look more like we were actually dating. 

"Maybe grab some magazines too," Sam offered. I nodded. "That's a good idea." 

I grabbed some from the pile near my bed that were about cars and tossed a few playboys under the bed before Sam could see. 

He picked up a box and started tossing clothes in. 

After a while, I had enough to deem us a convincing couple and we each held one cardboard box full of things. We went out to the car and put them in the trunk. I got in, and maybe I was thinking a little too much about her. The deceitful bitch. 

"Kian?" Sam asked, at a red light looking at my staring out the window. 

I faced him. "Yeah?" 

"You're thinking about her aren't you," he guessed. Right on the spot. 

I sighed deeply and brought a hand to my head, resting it over my eyes. 

"Yeah," my voice cracked. I didn't want to cry, but I felt it coming. He ruffled my hair and kept the other hand on the steering wheel. 

We arrived at a huge expensive looking apartment building, one that looked brand new and had balconies bigger than my bedroom. 

We got in the elevator, and I gaped at the numbers. 97 floors. 

"You're in for a treat," he smirked to himself, pressing the biggest number.

"You live on the top floor?!" I raised my eyebrows at him. He nodded proudly. "Penthouse." 

Damn, he was rich. 

We walked out of the elevator and he stepped into his apartment. I looked around at the halls, with freshly vacuumed carpets and neatly painted walls. The door was made of dark wood and had a plaque on it that read 'POTTORFF'. 

He opened the door again, seeing now that I wasn't already with him in the room. He laughed to himself and pulled me in by my shirt. Inside was even better, way more marvelous than I could have ever imagined. The kitchen was made of nearly all marble, with stainless steel faucets and a refrigerator. Everything looked to be brand new and modern. There were hanging chairs in a row along the island with matching white pillows. 

There was a huge black marble table in the middle of the 'dining room', with modern looking black stools all around them. The living room was amazing, with a white fur carpet sprawled on the bamboo floors and a bright blue couch with white pillows, facing a giant flatscreen tv. There were three rooms closed off by doors. 

"Wow," is all I could say. 

He took a seat on the couch. "So, this is where we live," he laughed. 

He pat down on the seat next to him and I went beside him. He clicked on the TV and kicked his feet up on the footrest. I did the same. 

"Stay a while," he begged, flipping through channels. He stopped on Fast and Furious 7 and ordered it. 

I looked at him dubiously. He wasn't what I would peg as a stereotypical gay guy. 

"What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

I laughed. "Nothing." 

We finished the movie and it was 5pm. 

"Shit, it's getting late." I said, looking down at the clock on my phone. 

"5pm is late for you, grandpa?" he mocked. I rolled my eyes.

"No, I just anticipated crying myself to sleep at ten which leaves me five hours to make some ramen noodles and watch a sad movie on Netflix." 

It sounded like I was joking, but it was the truth. That's probably what I would be doing right now if I weren't at Sam's. 

"Don't...don't do that. I mean, come on. She's a bitch and that guy's an asshole. They don't deserve your pain." 

He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me in close. 

"Stay with me. I'll order a pizza." 

I smiled hesitantly. "Okay, I guess." 

The Dominos guy showed up later and Sam handed him a wad of cash and took the pizza over to the couch. He set it down and went off to open one of the mystery doors. He pulled out a blanket and put it over me. I laughed slightly. "Thanks," 

He got back in his spot and scooted closer to me, his shoulder on top of mine. I tried to think nothing of it.

He sprawled out the pizza box on our laps and took a slice for himself. 

I couldn't help but stare at him for a minute, just eating his pizza and trying to find another movie for us to watch. He looked at me from the corner of his eye and I turned away immediately. He laughed to himself. I blushed and he looked at me. He grabbed another slice and placed it in front of my mouth. 

"Really? You're gonna feed me?" I asked. 

He laughed. "Don't be a killjoy." 

I opened my mouth and took a bite. It was really good. He set down the slice and stared at me for a few seconds. He coughed and looked up at the TV. I could tell he was going to kiss me, but he changed his mind. 

Maybe I wanted him to. 

He finally clicked on a channel that was conveniently airing a Parks And Rec marathon. I looked at Sam for a long time. He was really gorgeous. 

He started laughing to something a character said and his laugh was so so adorable. His smile was huge and I could not stop staring. It was a type of moment I wanted to indulge in, forever. 

I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him into my chest. He looked up at me in awe. I kissed his forehead. 

He didn't speak a word. Neither did I. We sort of just sat there in each other's arms for a moment, staring deep into the other's eyes. I leaned in close and kissed him. Slowly, softly, and it was perfect. Beyond perfect. 

He pulled away. "But, you're straig-" he protested. I rolled my eyes. "You said it yourself. I can be convinced." 

He smirked and looked back at the TV, pulling the blanket further over us. 

I felt more than I ever had with my ex, and I couldn't explain why that was.