Special Roommate

Chapter 2: One Problem

No........ This can't be happening..... Not now.... Please make it stop.....
Ice cream sitting in my lap, smoke in one hand and vodka (a house warming gift from my mother) in the other. My roommate came home to a whiff of tobacco, ice cream on the table, drugs and alcohol next to the couch. And a wasted girl laying on the couch. I looked up at him, but could hardly see him through my tears. He walked over, took the alcohol and ice cream away. After I finished my smoke, he put the bud in the ashtray, picked me up and carried me to my bed. He gently sent me down, laid next to me and just held me close as I cried myself to sleep. I woke up an hour later. He was cooking something. It's not his day to cook and it's not even lunchtime yet. I thought to myself. I walked into the kitchen and there was shrimp, lobster, crab, sushi, octopus soup and my absolute favorite, Greek rice pudding. I gave him a hug from behind. "Oh, I see that you're up now. Here, have a seat." So I did. "It smells amazing." "Well thank you. I hope I made everything the way you like it." I took a bite of everything and the word, perfect, came out. After that amazing snack we went and sat on the couch and started talking. "Aslina, what's wrong?"As he asked my eyes started to fill with tears and I told him. "My boyfriend.... He broke up with me.... Over the phone this morning." I looked away, "he said he had some business to take care of with three other girls before he could get back into a relationship." "Well that was very stupid of him. He just lost a jewel from a king's crown." He turned my head towards him, got closer and wiped my tears away gently. I looked straight into his sparkling eyes and saw something different. In a shaky voice I said, "You've been crying, haven't you?" "What? No I haven't." I gave him a look and finally he sighed and said, "ok ok. Yes, I have been. My girl left me for a dude with a tattoo of a cloud. So I guess we're both hurting." "Yes, I guess it does look that way." He smile and handed me my ice cream. I passed him a smoke and a spoon. We sat there for a good two hours. That night came around and as it turns out that action in the bed room last night was fake. They broke up about a week and a half ago. So two single people sitting on the couch and we talked for the rest of the night. "Well it's getting late. We should probably get some sleep." I said. "Ya I'll be clocking in later. Imma finish this episode." He replied. I nodded and went to my room. I looked at the cold bed, the dark room, the neatly made sheets and the lonely floor. I decided I best not sleep in there tonight so I went to the guest room, dressed in my favorite tank and sweatpants, laid down and fell asleep.