The Amazing Tales of Groomigan

Chapter 11

      What was that all about? We're both guys. Why was he so flustered by me? I didn't think it was such a big deal. Could it be that he's....... insecure?

       I put on some sweatpants, before heading over to the kitchen. Where did I put my skillet? I looked through some of the bottom cabinets before finding it. There it is. Can't believe it hid from me!

      I finished making breakfast, setting two plates down at the small dining table. It's been a while since I've had someone at my house. Omelette's should be fine, right? Haar should feel better after getting some food in him. I'm wearing sweats now, so he shouldn't feel as insecure. Should I put on a shirt? I don't really want to walk across the apartment again. If he says something about it, I'll put one on.

      "U-um."

       I looked towards the bathroom door. Haar's head was peeking out. He was obviously flustered. If he was a girl, this would be adorable... But he's a guy. So it's not...mostly.

      "Could you lend me a towel?.. And um.." He paused, looking away. Damn. So, he's a little cute. But it's totally normal to think like that. Just because I'm straight, doesn't mean I don't recognize if someone is cute or not! It's like saying I can't say a cat is cute because I like dogs better. It just doesn't work like that!

      "Clothes?" I guessed his thought. He nodded, confirming my guesswork. I threw him a towel and some spare clothes. He didn't catch the shirt, tho. It landed barely outside the door. He cursed, leaning out of the door to get it. My face flushed, immediately. I looked towards him with wide eyes. He has a pretty good body! What reason does he have to feel insecure? Was there another reason he acted like that? I can't think of any..

      He slipped back into the bathroom, after mumbling a thanks.

     "Heh." I chuckled, taking my seat at the table. I took a bite of my food, praising myself. I'm a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself. Not the best, but pretty decent.

       "What's this?"

       I jumped, ready to punch whatever surprised me. My jaw dropped. Haar was standing in front of me, in over-sized clothes. Maybe they were too big. The sweats were handing dangerously low on his hips, and the shirt was showing off his collar bones. His hands were busy drying his hair with a small towel.

      "Uh..." My mind went blank. What did he ask?

      Haar blinked, confused. "What?" He asked, his tone a bit harsh. My jaw clamped shut, and my mind stuttered a bit.

      "Breakfast?" I offered, gesturing towards the other plate.

      "Thanks." He mumbled, taking the seat across from me. I studies his reaction as he began to eat. The frown on his lips told me that he didn't like it.

      "Don't like it?" I asked.

      "...Not really." He admitted. Ouch. At least he's honest. Maybe we have different taste buds?  "What time is it?"

      I glanced at the oven's clock before replying, "Almost 10. Want me to drive you home?"

      "Yeah, thanks." He nodded. He continued to eat the food, despite not liking it. 

       I scooted out of my chair, listening to it screech on the tile floor. I left the room to find my keys. I don't work today, thank goodness. If I did, I would have never agreed to go drinking last night. Still.... A man shouldn't be that cute! Whatever. Let's just get him home.

         I can't believe he didn't like my cooking. I'll try harder next time.