roommates ♢ muke ✔️

iv

"where are you going?" michael asks me, just before i exit our dorm room.

"to class?" i ask, my statement sounding more like a question. "shouldn't you be heading to class too?"

"classes are cancelled," michael explained.

a wave of confusion washes over me. "why?" i ask dumbly.

"have you looked out a window lately?" michael asks sarcastically.

"no actually, i was kind of busy touching up my assignment that's due today." i admit, pulling down on the sleeves of my sweater.

michael laughs and walks over to the window and pulls back the curtain. the view outside isn't so pretty; it's all gloomy and grey. rain is pouring from the sky and lightening flashes occasionally. i jump and whimper when i hear a thunderous boom, i'm terrified of thunder.

how did i not hear that earlier?

"i'm guessing you didn't check your phone either. the school's main officer sent a message to every student telling us that classes are cancelled because of the storm." michael states, tapping his fingers against his thigh anxiously. "and they all suggested students to stay within their dorm."

i can easily tell michael's itching to leave like he usually does. he's staring at the door longingly and he shakes his legs.

"what are we suppose to do then?" i ask, my tongue fiddling with my lip ring.

"i don't know. we can talk i guess," michael shrugs, leaning on the couch.

i tentatively take a seat next to him, making sure there's a wide gap between us. he doesn't seem to notice or care.

"what's long and hard and has cum in it?" michael wonders out loud.

"a dick," i blurt without thinking. i blush and cover my mouth, mortified.

michael laughs loudly. it was a nice laugh full of amusement. "close. a cuCUMber."

"that was terrible," i roll my eyes.

"fine. what's sticky, white and better to spit that  swallow?" michael asks.

the obvious answer is sperm but i don't answer that, i don't want michael to think i'm some sort of dirty minded freak. "how is this relevant?" i ask instead.

"it isn't," michael shrugs.

i yelp when i hear a boom from outside and i self consciously clutch the sofa. i bite my lip and pray that michael doesn't understand why. being twenty and having a fear of thunderstorms is kind of lame. unfortunately, michael's eyes widen knowingly.

"you don't like thunder?" he guesses.

i nod embarrassedly.

i expect him to call me a baby and start laughing, but he doesn't. he offers me a sweet smile instead.

"don't worry about it, thunder is scary," he admits. i can tell he's only saying that to make me feel better. "want to watch some television to get your mind off it?" he asks kindly.

"yeah let's do that," i grin weakly.

he doesn't ask me if i have any movie preferences which is good because i have none. he switches through the movie before he finally decides on some random barbie movie.

"it's actually pretty entertaining!" he defends himself when i give him a judgemental look over.

"of course it is," i sigh.

another boom comes from outside. it's so loud that the furniture actually shakes and the television turns dark momentarily. i let out a very manly scream that was as high pitched as a teenaged girl would be.

"god luke, you trying to make me deaf?" michael scowls, covering his ears.

"no, i'm sorry, it's just that was really loud and it scared me." i admit, biting my lip.

michael notices me shaking slightly and takes pity on me. he shifts closer and casually drapes his arm over my broad shoulder.

it may have been a small meaningless act for him, but electrical tingles go down my spine. all my sense are on high alert, i find it hard to breath. his soft arm brushes against the back of my neck as he adjusts himself to face the television and all my hairs go on end.

"just chill out and the storm will be over in no time," michael says, not bothering to take his eyes off the screen.

i can clearly tell he's not internally dying the way i am. this is just him being a nice person, nothing else.

at least that's what i'm trying to convince myself.