roommates ♢ muke ✔️

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"bye michael," i smile softly as i watch my blue haired roommate pace around the dorm room and picking up his art supplies.

i feel a strange bond to michael after he comforted me during the storm last night. he made me feel safe.

michael jerks his head over to me and glares harshly. he purses his lips and storms out the door, not sparing me another look. he uses his foot to slam the door shut behind him, considering his arms were occupied with a fresh canvas and dark coloured paint.

quite a dramatic exit if you ask me.

i'm stunned. i thought we were getting along great last night, what did i do wrong? did i accidentally fart in my sleep and make him suffocate? did my snoring give him a headache?

i'm clueless about what i did wrong. i don't think i really did anything that terrible. i didn't deserve that death glare.

i slump into the sofa and look at my phone which is only half charged. i hope for some messages but there aren't any.

i don't have anything to do. i completed all my assignments and essays. i've already done a fair share of extra work to bump my high percentage even higher. there's nothing i can possibly work on.

instead my brain settles on why michael's mad at me. the thought eats away at me. i don't like being disliked, even though i dislike a lot of people myself. i especially don't want to be disliked by my roommate. not only is he very attractive, but he also sleeps right above me.

he can murder me in my sleep if he wants too.

i finally can't take it anymore, i slip on some shoes and run out the door to find michael and confront him.

where would michael go to paint?

i don't know anything about the blue haired boy, for all i know, he might have flew to kentucky to do some quick sketching.

i'm too busy running around, i don't pay attention to my surroundings and i run headfirst into a tall wavy brown haired boy. i still have about three inches on him though. we nearly topple to the ground but his sturdy arms grip my waist and keep us up straight.

"woah. watch where you're going dude," the boy says, his eyebrows raised. he doesn't seem to come off as rude, his tone is rather calm and caring. as if he's worried for me.

"sorry. i was paying attention," i wet my dry lips with my tongue as i step back.

first michael, then this man. if every guy in this university is this hot, i doubt i'm going to survive much longer.

"it's alright. where are you rushing too?" the boy asks curiously.

"i'm not sure," i admit honestly. "i'm looking for someone."

"who?" the boy asks.

"um, my roommate. michael." i answer shyly.

"michael clifford?" the hazel eyed boy turns up his nose.

"yeah," i confirm.

"i'm not sure about his whereabouts. go ask calum, the dude is always stalking michael. it's almost kind of creepy." the boy says, almost looking disgusted.

"oh. do you know where i can find calum?" i ask, pushing my dark blond hair away from my pale face.

"i saw him down the hall earlier," the boy jerks his thumb to the direction of the hall he's walking away from.

"oh thanks," i smile graciously.

"no problem. i'm ashton by the way, it was nice meeting you luke." the boy named ashton smiles back warmly.

my heart skips a beat. "how do you know how i am?"

"don't worry about it. calum talks about you a lot, he's amazed by you." ashton replies. 

he pulls out his phone and offers it to me. i shakily put my number in and he smiles again.

"bye luke," ashton waves, walking away.

"bye," i murmur.

i race down the hall where ashton saw calum. i don't want calum leaving before i find him. luckily, i find the lean boy around the corner, tying his shoes.

"luke!" calum cheers when he sees me approaching.

"hey," i say shortly, trying to get the greeting out of the way. "do you know where michael is?"

calum's big and cheery grin fades upon hearing my question. "why? what's wrong?" he asks seriously.

"i need to talk to him. i want to know why he's all pissed off at me, we were doing so well yesterday." i reply.

calum throws his head back and laughs loudly. "oh, is that it? i thought this was serious!" calum snorts.

"it is serious," i knit my eyebrows.

"i forgot you're new here, luke. michael suffers from a bipolar disorder. he's always getting all pissy and acting like an angel a second later. just wait for him to turn around," calum advises as he quickly sums up the situation.

before i can correct calum and tell him that's not what having bipolar is like, i realize that the tanned boy probably doesn't care.

"wait he's bipolar?" i repeat, somewhat stunned.

"yeah. i know he's trying really hard to fight it, but the mental illness gets to the best of him sometimes. that's why he's an art major, to express all his always-changing emotions without going insane." calum explains.

i'm about to ask calum how he knows so much about michael but i remember the two of them previously dated so that's probably why he knows.

"i never knew that," i say quietly.

"not many people do."