Convenient Misunderstandings. (boyxboy)

17) Eavesdropping?

DPOV

I looked around to make sure Aabel wasn’t here, and quickly entered his room. I felt like a burglar, yes, but I knew I had to get that laptop, and I didn’t want that Norwegian guy to see me ‘steal’ it. I know he gave it to me, but I’m not going to act like a desperate  бitсh and shamelessly snatch it out of his hands. No, I’m going to do it quietly. And when he asks when I did I take his laptop, I would say ‘a moment ago’.

When I found the laptop, I was surprised at how … beautiful it looked. It was all white and shiny, and, to top it, it was a freakin’ Apple MacBook Pro! And I thought my mom earned a lot of money.

I gulped and sat on the bed, feeling the other boy’s scent fill the air. He smelled … different, in a way. Fresh, but not with any particular flavor. It was … soapy-fresh, in a way, but the soap itself had no exotic scent.

Still, his room was quite messy. I could see his shirts lying on the chair next to his desk, and there were socks on the floor, which I did my best not to step on, and there was a weird magazine on the bed, opened on a random page. My curiosity got the better of me and I picked it up, examining it.

I quickly dropped it a moment after.

“Fuскing PLAYBOY?” I coughed. The moment I had taken the magazine, I saw two girls making out, licking each other’s nipples and stroking their … cats.

No wonder he left his room so quickly, he must be doing it in the bathroom! Pervert!

“H-How am I supposed to touch his keyboard … what if he jerked off and touched it afterwards?! I don’t want his … seamen on my hands.” I shivered as I talked to myself and quickly pulled a small package of wet wipes from my pocket, cleaning his laptop’s screen and keyboard. Actually, the moment I began cleaning his personal belongings, I decided to tidy up his room, too.

After I was done, I actually considered gathering his clothes and nicely fit them in the wardrobe. Upon discovering that said wardrobe was a mess, I thought I could fold the rest of his clothes to make more space. If he kept going like this, he’d lose space in no time and he’d ask me to store his clothes in my wardrobe.

When I was finished, all I had left to do was to figure out where to put his Playboy magazine. In the end, I … I started flipping the pages.

It seems that there’s not only роrn. There were also interesting facts about sexuality, sex and … cigars! Not to mention that there was a very interesting interview with a member of the parliament. Huh.

And, of course, when all of those innocent pages pass, you get to jack off at ladies, sometimes partially naked, sometimes not dressed at all. I’ve actually never seen a girl’s body from such angles, not to mention the nudeness. I realized that were beautiful human beings … which didn’t turn me on at all.

I sighed and closed the magazine, leaving it on the bed. My attention was now caught by the MacBook, and I felt like I should finally do what I had to.

As I unlocked the laptop with the password Aabel gave me, I quickly searched for Flex, only to see that it was, just like mine, open. I found it weird, and for some reason, I felt my heart skip a beat, but I quickly discarded my fears and opened the window.

Despite telling myself not to look at his contacts, I couldn’t help but see something too familiar in the corner of my eye. It looked like my nickname, but slightly fancier.

When I took a second look, I gasped and coughed, biting my tongue accidentally.

That was my name!

I checked the profile and looked at my own information. Hidden age, hidden location … And, of course, the name, Devious. That … that was me.

But how can he have me? I swear to God, I don’t have any other contacts! I doubt he sent me an invitation, because if he did, I would see it. I didn’t even decline or accept it, not to mention receive it, and here I was, staying offline in his Flex.

I frowned and quickly logged out of his account, preparing to type my own name, when I saw his nickname in the login space.

‘.Snowy.’

My heart literally stopped beating for a moment when I saw that. He can’t be him. There must be some sort of a mistake. Did he try to hack Snowy’s account? He can’t. He couldn’t have! I quickly logged in, using the fact that Flex had remembered Snowy’s password and waited for the window to appear, only to see the same I saw when I first opened Flex here. The same account, the same number of contacts, and me.

H-He can’t. He just can’t. That’s not possible.

MY Snowy was not that jerk. I chat with Snowy when the world is hard, and I chat with Snowy when Aabel annoys the fuск out of me. You can’t … you can’t possibly tell me that they’re the same guy. I … No. I refuse to believe!

I quickly pulled out my phone and opened Flex in it, logging in my account. At the same time, I was logged in Aabel’s account, so all I had to do was to send a message. Unfortunately, Snowy was online, but he wasn’t really chatting with me.

He usually does it the moment he sees I’m available.

I inhaled and tried typing something from Aabel’s account, only to figure out that, if Aabel really was Snowy, he would immediately see that I’ve messed with his stuff. I-I don’t want to mess with Snowy’s stuff.

But Snowy IS Aabel. And I want to mess with Aabel’s stuff.

I violently shook my head and decided to give myself a tiny hint. I just typed a letter, but didn’t click ‘enter’, and I looked at my phone. Usually, when one starts typing on Flex, you can see that the other person is in the process of writing. It shows with a blinking light next to his name.

The moment I moved my gaze from the MacBook to my phone, I saw that the light next to Snowy was blinking. When I deleted the letter, it stopped.

I … I still couldn’t believe it. I quickly logged off of Aabel’s account and saw that on my phone, Snowy was also unavailable. When I logged in again, I saw he was available. I did this at least five times, and each time I did it, it matched with my actions.

“Yeah? I was going to, but you know I have to save enough and – … Well, yeah, I suppose I can, but I have something to ask as well! Can I bring—“

8hit, he’s here! I heard Aabel talking on his phone in front of the door and I felt like I had to run, now. I had no idea what was I hiding from, but if he saw me playing around with his Flex account, he would think I’m some nosy motherfuскer, and my pride would never survive a blow this hard. I bit my lips and quickly jumped from the bed, deciding to hide in the wardrobe with my phone. My mind and heart were racing with almost identical speed and when Aabel opened the door and entered his room, I barely withheld myself from peeing in my pants. I could see him through a tiny crack as he sat on the bed, looking around curiously. He held his phone with one hand and the other was on his laptop’s keyboard.

“Oh, nothing, I just … I think someone cleaned my room, man.” I heard Aabel say on the phone, and I slightly smiled. I bet he was freaked out.

“Yeah, like … Even the clothes on my chair are folded! I suppose the real life Ironman came and ironed my shirt for tonight.” He laughed and I felt myself trying to chuckle. What, no, stop it!

Wait a second. Is he … leaving somewhere tonight?

“Oh, I left my Flex open. Yeah, I suppose I should. Anyway, 8:30PM, right? Yeah, yeah, I won’t!” The Norwegian was still talking on the phone, as he typed something on his laptop with a smile on his face, and as I was about to exhale as quietly as possible, the phone in my hand ringed like a motherfuскing fire truck, alerting me of a new message.

Why the fuск did I leave Flex open?!

I saw Aabel jump in fear and stand up, walking towards the wardrobe warily. As if time had stopped and my only choice was to watch how the end of my life was coming. How was I supposed to explain that to him? He was going to think I was eavesdropping! He was going to think I was messing with his stuff!

Even though I really was.