My Gay Roommate

Chapter 28 - Did You Two Secretly Get Married?

Chapter 28 - Did You Two Secretly Get Married?

“Aha!” I literally pounded my fist into the couch that Dan and I were hiding behind, just to conceal my laughter.

After hearing Miranda’s amazing outburst, I couldn’t bite back the grin that was threatening to take over my features.

Dan, on the other hand, was furious and covered my mouth with his hand, his eyes shooting daggers at me. “You have serious issues. You do realize that, don’t you?”

I pulled away from him, covering my mouth with my own hand while giggling frivolously. “You – Miranda – married?!” I let out another muffled laugh, my stomach aching.

He exhaled sharply, turning away from me. “Please Angie,” he insisted. “They’ll find us, and demand answers about my ‘marriage’ – “ he made quotes with his fingers – “with Miranda and – holy crap, how’d I get into this mess?”

I managed to myself down and relax. “Don’t worry, Dan. She’s going to scream out that she’s just joking right about now.”

Dan tossed me a dull look. “Why am I doubting it?”

“Because you have absolutely no faith in me.” I peered behind the couch, watching the crowd as it began to form around Miranda.

But she, though, did not look like she was joking. In fact, she looked completely sure of herself, which made me wonder.

I had to whisper to Dan, “Did you two secretly get married?”

He exhaled again. “That’s it, young lady.” And he started to choke me.

Well, obviously not for real. His slender fingers wrapped lightly around my throat as he gently shook me back and forth. Instead of hurting me, his touch seemed to tickle me and I laughed quietly again.

When his fingers released me, I was bawling. I wiped my eyes, smiling. “You’re not a threat.”

“Maybe not now but if you don’t stop asking ridiculous questions, I will.” He brushed his hair from, his face, looking worried. “This could get out of hand, Angie.”

I turned serious again. “I have no idea what Miranda was thinking.”

“I take back every nice thing I said about her,” Dan growled, his eyes wistful and full of hidden rage.

“Maybe she said it out of anger?” I suggested. “Or it was in her conscious. She wants to marry you.”

For a moment, Dan paused and smirked down at me. “But you won’t let that happen, will you, hun?”

“Okay, I’ll be the threat here if you keep taking mumbo jumbo.”

Dan looked out towards the crowd, too. “Do we wait until the reporters leave and then kill Miranda?”

I had to laugh again. “Loosen up, Dan. It’ll just become a rumor.”

“It came from Miranda herself,” he argued. “People will believe it for sure.”

“Then you’ll have to deny it,” I pointed out firmly. “If you deny it, people will believe you because after all, you are the Dan Robins in flesh.”

Dan sighed heavily, still unconvinced. “Miranda is a celebrity. What are the chances they’ll believe me?”

“Paparazzi make a lot of stuff up. People will believe you over Miranda because she’s a celebrity.”

He held my gaze for a moment and smiled. “I think it’s sweet, the way you’re looking out for me.”

I suddenly felt nonplussed. Looking out for him? Was that was I was doing? “Come again?”