Flowers and sunsets.

Gay feelings and get-togethers

I sit down next to Anne on the bed while she gets her stuff organised.

"Alright, so I wrote the introduction and I have a few ideas for the middle" she starts but gets distracted by her laptop.

"So, I got this page with questions about the book but I'm not sure if I answered them correctly or how to work them into the assignment, if that makes sense?" She explains and looks up at me. Her hair is wet and curling up a little and her cheeks are red from the hot shower.

"I mean, last year a lot of people wrote it the way you do and most of them failed his class. Luckily I wasn't one of them and I figured out why. He really likes when you go into details about the meaning of whatever part of the book. Like, what it references to and why the author wrote it that way and shit. You should look up the author and reference something about their personal life or other books they wrote and also try to link it with other books or themes. That'll give you extra points." I explain. She nods her head and looks at me smiling. She's always so happy.

"Alright, thankyou. That saves me actually! I would've surely not gone into that much detail if you hadn't warned me." She sighs.

We work on the assignment for almost two hours before deciding to take a break. I've been sitting close to her this whole time but somehow now that we're not focussed on her work, I feel some type of tension. I get up and grab some fruits and a plate, along with two glasses of water. I place one on my nightstand and hand her the other. The plate of fruits is in between us and we both snack a few without talking. The silence is weird and I try to think of something to say but she beats me to it.

"So... do you have a boyfriend or something?" She asks without looking at me. She's staring at the fruit.

"Uh no, I'm gay." I answer dryly. I watch her closely to see how she reacts.

"Oh haha I'm sorry, I just wondered if you know, you really have this place to yourself." She softly says.

"Don't apologize, it's fine. Most people know or assume I'm gay either way, I'm surprised you didn't know." I chuckle. She finally looks at me and smiles.

"I meaaan... I did have a hunch, but I didn't want to assume." She eats another strawberry.

"That's fair" I laugh. At least she's not freaked out.

"So that girl you were dancing with the other night..." she trails off while looking at me cheekily.

"Megan? What about her?" I ask. She's still giving me a cheeky look and I can't help but chuckle.

"Alright, alright. Maybee I made out with her a little." I laugh and Anne joins.

"Damn, I had no idea! I really thought you ran into a friend or something."

"No, I didn't know her before. I saw her getting a drink and went to chat her up and well... you know" I wink and she pretends to be disgusted. I laugh at her expression and she joins me. We both fall back on the bed and I focus on the chipped paint on the ceiling while listening to her dying laughter.

When she's done laughing, I see her face turn to the side. I turn mine too so I can look at her. Our faces are so close we could almost-

I hear a loud noise and immediately jump up. Anne backs away and turns around at the same time. Anne's glass is broken on the hardwood floor and the water has spilled all over. Picka is standing on the nightstand, looking scared as ever.