Inertia

9

Mack's pov

I wasn't sure if Holden was going to wear his clothes or borrow some of mine after his shower so I left some clothes on the bed. I let him use the guest bedroom's shower since I had to shower too.

The water was fine, but I couldn't seem to concentrate on anything but the fact that at the same exact moment Holden was doing the exact same thing. I let the water run down my face.

Why was I so worried?

Holden is just a friend. He's just like Lucas, Josh and even Peter.

I didn't want it to bother me but what happened last night was constantly knocking on my head. Why couldn't I just forget about the whole thing, Holden did. Maybe that was the problem, he kissed me and he got to get away with it just because he was too drunk to remember. I didn't resent him for it. I just wanted an explanation, guys with girlfriends don't just kiss other guys because they're drunk, even though Meela isn't exactly the perfect girlfriend he should at least cheat on her with other girls, right? This was way too messed up. Why are they even together?

A guy kissed me, Holden kissed me and I wasn't sure how to feel about it. Was I suppose to feel something about it? Should I just continue like nothing happened? I'm thinking way too much about this aren't I? Who's going to answer all these questions anyways?

"Ken?"

I heard a knock on the door, Holden.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, glad for the interruption. My thoughts were becoming too much.

"I wanted to ask the same thing, you've been in there for a pretty long time, your grandma asked me to come and get you for breakfast" he said through the door.

Had I really been in here for such a long time. Time flies by so fast when you're not paying attention.

"I'll be right out" I said turning off the water and stepping out. All the mirrors were fogged over and there was a lot of steam floating under the ceiling.

Maybe I was in here longer than I thought.

I stepped out with a towel around my waist. I paused when I saw Holden lying on my bed, he was reading one of my books, I couldn't tell which one it was since he had opened it flat, but I did notice where it was previously on my bookshelf. He was wearing the shirt that I had left out for him but he kept his jeans on. It was a cool shirt, it was black and the word "Savage" was written across it in velvet red.

"I didn't take you as a reader" I said as I made my way to my closet.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me" he said and my eyes snapped up to his, but he wasn't looking at my eyes, I turned around, suddenly feeling aware of everything. I could feel the drops of water on my bare back that I hadn't bothered wiping off, the way the wind blew against my chest causing a slight chill, the way my towel didn't seem to have such a firm grip around my waist.

"I'll wait for you downstairs" he said closing the book and making his way out. I was grateful he left on his own, I didn't want to sound rude and ask him to leave. It wasn't him, I just was never really comfortable changing in front of others.

Which is funny because I stepped out in nothing but a towel fully knowing that Holden was in my room.

It took me a long while to actually feel comfortable enough to change in front of Lucas, I didn't do it willingly anyway, he kinda forced me and even now I still tend to avoid situations where I could possibly be naked with other people.

*

I walked out of Lucas's shower, the one thing I loved about Lucas's house was that it felt like a home, it wasn't that big but it was big enough. I smiled at the pink towel around me, it used to be white till it got into the washing machine with some of June's clothes.