The Roommate - Trillie

Chapter Four - Restless Nights

Once we had arrived back in our dormitory, Tré and I had decided to settle in for the night by relaxing on the couch and watching some TV. For a little bit we watched part of this random reality TV show that was on, until I decided to go to bed. I said good night to Tré and headed into the bedroom. I wanted to get sleep for classes that started early tomorrow morning, and I already had enough stress.

When I had entered the bedroom, I flicked on a nightlight near my bed stand and threw on some pajama pants. I took off my socks and tossed them in my hamper. Then, I laid down on my soft bed, staring up at the blank ceiling.

After a few minutes, I flipped on my side and covered up with the blankets. My eyelids closed and I attempted to fall asleep. Not until a little bit later was when I actually drifted into sleep.

*A Few Minuets Later*

However, it didn't last for long. I soon woke up, and decided to climb out of bed. Then I slowly creaked open the wooden door and wandered into the dark hallway. I entered the kitchen to get a glass of water. When I was filling my cup from the fridge, I noticed Tré sleeping on the couch. I'm not sure how I didn't notice before, he snored pretty loud. Once I finished my drink, I carefully set my glass in the sink, and quietly sneaked into the living room. I was thinking about waking Tré up so he didn't snore so much, but I decided against that. Walking over, I saw Tré curled up on the couch cushions, looking cold. So I opened the footstool and grabbed a soft purple blanket. Carefully, I covered up Tré and made sure he was warm. Then, I smiled to myself because of how cute he looked.

I suddenly stopped, feeling kinda stupid, and shook that thought out of my brain. Then I hurried back to bed, forgetting to close the footstool.

I crept back down the hallway and tried to go back to bed.

As I laid in bed, I stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out my thoughts. What had came over me? I shouldn't find my roommate cute. Especially a guy. I'm not gay, I know that.

I sighed. I just needed to forget this feeling and move on. Closing my eyes, my mind finally gave in to sleep.

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Sunlight glittered through the tall curtains of the bedroom window. I opened my eyes, and exhaustedly sat up. As I got up, I rubbed my eyes. After tiredly getting dressed, I walked into the kitchen and started to make some waffles. I popped the frozen waffles into the toaster on the counter, and sat down at the table, waiting patiently.

"Hey Beej." He smelled the air. "Whatcha cooking?"

I looked over to see Tré standing in the doorway, leaning against the side. He looked tired and his hair was a mess, but he still managed to look adorable.

Ugh. Billie, stop thinking about him like that... I thought to myself.

"Just waffles. I love them." I replied to him, trying to ignore my thoughts.

Just when I was about to bite my waffle, Tré jokingly plucked it from my hands and held it above my head. Then, he decided he would try to eat it.

Not gonna happen.

I sprung up from my chair and tackled him down, desperately trying to grab my waffle. No one takes my waffles.

As I fought with Tré, I soon grew tired and just let him have my waffle. Oh well.

He got up and set it on my plate the counter. Then, out of nowhere, he decided to tackle me!

I laughed and fell on the couch, giggling as he tickled me to death. I kept squirming around, laughing like crazy for him to stop. He kept smiling at my giggles, and eventually gave me a break. As I lay under him smiling and panting a little, he leaned down closer to me.

"You're so adorable, Billie Joe."

And then he kissed me softly on the lips. I immediately started to panic. I pushed him off of me, and blushed like crazy.

"I-I'm sorry, Billie..." Tré stammered, looking hurt. He climbed off of me and I quickly stood up.

I looked him in his eyes, and ran out of the room before he could say anything else.