roommates ♢ muke ✔️

i

"thank you ma'am," i manage to mumble to the officer secretary. i take the brass key from her hand along with a slip of paper giving me information about the school and my dorm number.

it's room 319 on the third floor.

"staff will bring you your luggages eventually, it may take a few hours. after all, this is the start of a new semester, we have many newcomers like you." the grey haired woman states.

i nod stiffly before turning around and walking down hall to search for the residence section. i find it fairly quickly and i find myself trailing around the halls, lost.

my awkwardness attracts the attention of a dark haired boy and he shuffles over with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

"you're new aren't you?" the tall boy asks.

"how'd you know?" i bite the inside of my cheek nervously.

i feel my heart rattling in my chest, i don't like social interactions.

"you got that new kid scent coming off of you," he replies.

i self consciously sniff my arm. "i-i'm sorry."

"i'm joking, chill out. i was here last semester and i didn't see you around. i'm calum, you?" he asks.

"i'm, uh, luke." i stutter, wetting my dry lips with my moist tongue nervously. "can you help me find my room? i have no idea where i am."

"sure, what room are you in?" calum asks, his head leaning over to scan the piece of paper in my hand. his dark brown eyes widen with surprise. "room 319? damn, you're lucky! you've got the best roommate!"

i hurry after calum as he walks briskly down the hall to lead me to my destination. "i do?" i ask, semi-excitedly.

"yeah, he's great at sucking dick."

"oh." my excitement fades away and leaves me feeling empty again.

"don't worry about him making any moves on you though, he's straight."

"that's nice." i state uninterestedly.

we stop in front of a white door with a steel handle and calum beams at me. "catch you around luke."

i feel a cloud of confusion hover over me? how could he catch me around? am i fish? will he get a fishing rod and fish me towards him when he needs me?

i wait until he's out of sight when i pull out the small brass key and insert it into the lock. i twist the lock and i hear the soft click of the door being unlocked. the small cramped living room is the first thing i see and it's a complete mess with leftover food on the coffee table and paintbrushes littering the ground.

i notice an open door and i guess it's a bedroom. i see another white door beside it and i guess it's the second bedroom. i step into the room with an open door and immediately regret it when i notice a blue haired boy sprawled across the mattress tiredly.

"oh, uh, i'm sorry." i bite my lip before backing up and stumbling on my own feet.

"hm? don't be, you're luke right? my new roommate or some shit like that? i'm michael." the blue haired boy introduces himself, not taking his beautiful pale green eyes off his phone.

even though i can't see his face directly, i can tell he's really attractive with his messy 'i-don't-even-have-to-try' hairstyle and punk features. i feel slightly intimidated by the cute boy.

"i'll just go to my room," i stutter awkwardly.

"what room?" michael laughs.

"the room next to this one?" i say, my statement sounding more like a question.

"you mean the closet? have fun." michael raises his eyebrows. i notice a black piercing on his eyebrow. usually, i don't like piercings but it fits him.

"wait. there's only one room?" i ask rhetorically.

"unless there's another room i've never discovered, than yes." michael rolls his eyes.

"we're suppose to sleep together?" i ask, not really thinking over my choice of wording. i blush when i realize the double meaning of the question.

"yeah. you tops or bottom?" michael asks casually.

i choke on my saliva and stare at him with bewilderment. is he referring to the sex term in which top is the dominant role and bottom is the submissive?

"ex-excuse me?" i stutter.

"do you want the top bunk or bottom bunk." michael repeats, shooting me a smirk. it was as if he knew exactly what i was thinking.

"i, uh, bottom i guess." i bite my lip.

"it's a good thing i wanted to be tops then." michael grins, rolling off the mattress and climbing up the ladder to the top bunk.

it may just be me, but i feel like he meant that in a dirty way and i can't help but blush. i stare at his tall and slim figure as he climbs and i can't help but gaze at his bum.

i feel a jittery feeling in the pit of my stomach.