Dorm 624 // Jyatt

Your heart is a muscle the size of your first

"Wake up, Loser. I have to get ready." Wyatt slammed a pillow over my head, waking me up from what was suppose to be my evening nap. I sat up and opened my eyes to see him reading over something on my desk.
"What is this?" He asked holding my paper for creative writing.
"It's my assignment for creative writing put it down please."
"This character is based on me isn't it?" He slammed the sheet back on my desk. "Demonic curly fry? Very creative. Fuck you."
"Maybe if you weren't such an asshole your character wouldn't be either."
He rolled his eyes "Whatever. I don't care, Just get up. I don't have a lot of time."
"A lot of time till what?" I got out of bed and attempted to fix the mop that was my hair.
"Oh I forgot to tell you? I'm having a few people over."
"So they're not going to go insane from being around me for more than 10 minuets?"
He glared at me from across the room. "Very funny. To answer that question yes they probably would but from living with you i've become a master of drowning people out." He turned on his stereo and it started playing awful party music. My eyes made their way back to his old 60s records. I questioned who he really was. There's always been a spark of hope in me that he wasn't the person he always acts like he is.
"Maybe you could play one of your records instead of this earsplitting music."
He simply looked me straight in the eye while holding the increase volume button.
Time passed by and more and more people came in. Although Wyatt told me It was going to be some sort of small friend gathering I already knew that It was so much more than that. Finn and Jack walked in with two full containers of boxed wine and set them down on the dresser.
"Jaeden!" They ran over to me and hugged me quickly. "I though you weren't coming?" Jack questioned.
"I thought so too but of course this is being held by my idiot roommate."
"Your roommate is Wyatt? The same roommate you said was the human embodiment of the devil? Wyatt's the sweetest person ever! Are you kidding?"
"Are YOU kidding? I've had dreams about stapling his fingers to his face."
Jack rolled his eyes "Maybe if you gave him a chance things would be better."
"I've given him many chances." I sighed and looked at Wyatt laughing and talking shots with his douchebag friends.
"Well you know what makes everything better? Boxed winnee." Finn handed me a cup.
I couldn't figure out what was worse: Getting drunk or dealing with stupid college kids while sober.
3 drinks later I think I answered that question. "Jack, Finn, I'm going to throw up." My head was spinning and my whole body felt like it could just collapse onto the floor. They both picked up either side of me and carried me to the bathroom.
"We can just stay in here for a while." Finn smiled at me as we all sat on the floor.
"Guys, theres no need. I'll be fine. I promise." Which was not true I was holding back as much vomit and tears as humanly possible but
I didn't want to ruin their night.
"Wheres your laptop? Maybe 'Friends' can cheer you up. Nothing helps a drunk, sick Finn more than Matt LeBlanc." Jack stood up and I leaned all my body weight onto Finn.
"Under my bed." I hid my head in his side and closed my eyes. The only thing I hated more than the dark is college parties.
Jack came back in and opened up netflix on my computer. We all sat on the cold bathroom floor together and luckily for them they're silly drunks so they laughed their asses off as my head throbbed more and more. It only really, truly came to an end when they ended up falling asleep on each other. I had to admit it was a pretty adorable sight. I always thought that if they weren't straight they'd be dating and sometimes they act so close that It's easy to forget that they're not.

I really hadn't talked to cybertext today at all and I missed him so badly. After knowing how close he is it's so easy for my mind to obsess over the thought of being with him more and more. What's the point in not just telling him? If I do there's a 50/50 chance nothing is going to happen and if I don't there a 100% chance nothing is going to happen. I'm so sick of being the boring friend who stays home because I needed a few extra hours of sleep and the friend who never takes risks and stays content in their comfort zone but the thing is i'm not content there anymore. I closed netflix and signed on to friendo immediately opening up my chat with cybertext.

Wesley2003: Hey, there's a lot I've been meaning to say lately and by lately I mean for past few months.. maybe even year. I'm most definitely going to regret this tomorrow morning and I saw a post once that said 'drunk words are sober thoughts' and it's that kind of situation right now. I've been waiting to say all of this and I guess I just needed that extra boost so here goes nothing. I love you. You've been the person who's been there for me since day one. You're whats helped me cope with loss and heartbreak and pain. You've been with me through all my happy moments and every other thing in between. I know i've never even seen your face or heard your voice but every word you've wrote to me I can feel in my veins. If you ever want to meet up I think i'm ready now. As long as you are too. Feel free to take as long as you need to reply and if you don't even feel like replying at all I can't stop you but here's all my word vomit coming out all at once and i'm going to stop this short because I feel some actual vomit coming out as well. In summary I love you, Cybertext.

Wesley2003 has signed off

And after that moment I completely blacked out.