My Gay Roommate

Chapter 38 - It Comes Down To This

Chapter 38 - It Comes Down To This

“So, when is Dan arriving?” my mother asked indifferently as I entered the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of milk, butterflies gliding in my stomach.

“In half an hour,” I told her, trying not to sound too excited or nervous. But the thought of having Dan sit right across from where my mother was seated was overwhelming. What if I somehow screwed everything up?

My mother didn’t say anything else and continued to sip her coffee while reading her magazine again. My father walked in and patted my head. “Did you eat breakfast?” he asked.

“Not yet,” I responded. The reason I couldn’t eat was probably because I was too tense to eat. Everything would turn out fine, I knew it. Nothing would go wr –   

Suddenly, the ding dong of the doorbell jarred me out of my thoughts and I gasped loudly, immediately forgetting to be calm. He was here! Lord of the rings, Dan was here!

“Get the door, Dad!” I exclaimed, turning a deep shade of red when both my parents eyed me quizzically.

Luckily, Dad headed to the front door and I heard him unlock the bolt. A moment later, he said, “Well, hello.”

“Hi,” I heard a silky smooth voice say and I exhaled sharply. Okay, it was Dan alright. Not the mailman, not the pizzaman, but Dan...

“It's nice to see you again, Dan,” my dad said politely and I silently praised him. I shot my mother a look that clearly said, Be nice and don't mess up. She rolled her eyes in response.

“Likewise, Mr. Meyers,” Dan said brightly. “I like your slippers, by the way.”

I suppressed my laugh. My dad was wearing the most ridiculous slippers ever: Bob the Builder slippers. He found them cute and funny, and they were. Funny, that is.

To my relief, Dad laughed. “Thanks! Come on in, Dan.”

A heartbeat later, Dad appeared in the kitchen again with Dan behind him. I felt a rush of relief seeing Dan so nonchalant and calm, and I told myself to calm down as well. He even dressed right: a white collared shirt and dress pants with a big smile. The only thing I didn’t fail to notice was that his hair was still tousled and messy. It didn’t look bad, just....cute.

“Morning Mrs. Meyers,” Dan greeted my mother cheerfully and his eyes drifted to me. Immediately, a smirk appeared on his lips. “Morning Angelina.”

I blinked, trying not to glare or blush. “Morning Dan,” my mother greeted him back kindly. “Have you eaten breakfast?”

“Yes, Mrs. Meyers. Thank you for asking,” he added.

My mother smiled, visibly impressed. “Have a seat, Dan. Would you like anything? Juice, milk?”