Muddle on! (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 5

I wasn't expecting anything special when arrived at the doorsteps of Theodor's place. I knew his family wasn't the richest out there, but trust me that it wasn't of a middle class either. Maybe they were filthy rich. Maybe Theodor just never showed it. I knew of him just the necessary information or in other words what was out there in public.

Last time he said that his parents got him an apartment in downtown of Boston, but due to traffic and long rides to Cambridge, he ditched the apartment and rented the place not far from his school.

His place, in fact, was very close to Harvard Business School campus located in one of the students' populated areas. It was actually something like a townhouse, just bigger and more of a typical old Cambridge houses. Brick and rectangular.

I took a cab to get here, which saved me time and nerves. It was bad for my pocket, though. Not that I would complain if I used a good ol' subway. I got out of the cab and knocked on the front door.

After waiting for what seemed like forever an extremely disheveled looking Ted opened the door, blocking the whole doorway. I must admit he looked hot even in that state. But I would never tell him that. What I would tell him was that he reeked of alcohol. Though, I would probably wouldn't tell him even that.

The first thing he did when he swung the door open was to grab a coffee cup from my hand and devastate it in several gulps. Then, he snatched a bag with a chocolate croissant out of my other hand and removing croissant out of the bag stuffed it into his mouth groaning in the process.

"u u ave a y ing e o et," he pronounced with a full mouth.

"You do realize that you sound like a toothless seal?" I asked giving him a flat look. "And you are welcome, by the way."

"Not at all," he grinned cheekily and stepped into the house from the porch gesturing me to follow.

The living space that I entered looked dull and very boyish. Here and there laid some t-shirts and a couple of DVD folders with some action movie pictures on the covers. Empty beer and soda cans were strategically scattered all over the room to annoy my female eyes even more. And when I made my first inhale, a strong smell of masculinity hit me hard into my nose.

Oh, no, no, no, no...Not like in axe commercial or whatever girls usually say to cover the word stink – it smelled like his shampoo and body wash and blah, blah, blah...

The room I entered was stuffy and smelled like socks and sweat, mind you.

On instinct, I made a leap for the window and pulled it open feeling a cold breeze instantly sneaking its way into the room. Then, I made my way to the second window and pulled it open as well mentally congratulating myself with an excellent idea. When I turned around, I found Ted spread flat on his back on the couch.

"I feel like shit," he commented making me chuckle.

"Well, big boy. What did you expect from staying and partying all night long? A minty breath and rosy cheeks?" I skipped to the end of the couch and pushing Ted's legs off sat down. "Come on, lazy butt. Go change your PJs and let's go grab something substantial to eat."

"You're no fun," he muttered, but nonetheless stood up and started dragging himself to his bedroom.

In a moment I heard water in the shower drumming monotonously, and thinking about the events of the last night, I relaxed in the seat and sunk deeper into the couch.

If to think about it, in general, I'd say that it was super weird. I mean to find myself sitting in the living room of Theodor Wellington, waiting for him to finish getting ready. The Theodor Wellington. The guy who didn't know my name until a week ago. The guy I spent good four years studying with. Maybe we didn't have the same classes but nonetheless attended the same school. The guy who acted as if we've been best of friends for all those four years. In the reality, this was our third time ever speaking face to face.