Next Door Numbers

3

Adrian groans, pushing the duvet cover off his body. He takes a moment to stare at the ceiling, lying quietly in his own pool of body heat. Sighing, the young man rises, swinging his legs over his full-size mattress, shoving his feet into his pastel slippers.

Blaine wants to meet him. For some unknown reason, he wants to meet Blaine, too. They've been texting for a few weeks now, and he longs to know the mystery man on the other end of the screen.

Adrian shuffles his way to the kitchen, pushing his black fringe back and forth across his forehead. He picks up his phone, his thumb hovering over the stranger's contact.

Adri Asp: good morning (:

Blaine Colf: early. . . ):

Adri Asp: sry.
Adri Asp: uhm. . i was wondering- well. .

Blaine Colf: mm?

Adri Asp: would you like to have lunch w/ me?

Blaine Colf: wait, r u serious?
Blaine Colf: how do i know u aren't a serial killer?

Adri Asp: maybe i am

Blaine Colf: stfu. it's not funny.
Blaine Colf: fine.

Adri Asp: yee!

Blaine Colf: smh.
Blaine Colf: where do u wanna eat?

Adri Asp: there's that pub on second

Blaine Colf: matrix?

Adri Asp: yee!

Blaine Colf: *sighs*
Blaine Colf: u gotta stop doing that, man. .

Adri Asp: mm.

Blaine Colf: noon-thirty okay w/ u?

Adri Asp: perfection.

Blaine Colf: that's not any better XD

Adri Asp: XD

message opened

Adrian smiles as he slides as he slides his phone across the smooth kitchen counter. He grabs a small cup of the now freshly brewed coffee and manages to walk, with a sense of decency, back to his room. He tries to picture what Blaine may look like while he changes into a pale blue dress shirt and a matching tie for work.

The buzzer to his flat screams loudly, grabbing this attention. A warm feeling makes its way into his chest, hope filling his eyes while he slides across the hardwood tiles in the hallway to open the door before the horrid noise can express itself once more. "Hey, I'm sorry that I'm late."

His smile fades slightly at the female, inviting her into his room. "You're no later than usual, Theo." The younger girl crosses her arms, examining Blaine and his half-readiness. "I think you're missing an essential part of your outfit, Blaine," she whispers, glancing at her colleague's boyish slippers.

"You're right," Blaine laughs, his voice hoarse being it the first time he has spoken that morning. "I need my phone." Theodosia grabs his arm, "No, Blaine. Your shoes." He looks down, blushing at his own scattered state of mind. "Right," he mutters. "Sorry." Theo only giggles, not meaning to insult the boy in the least. Blaine only manages to give her a shy smile sliding out of his slippers and into some work appropriate shoes. "Better?"

The female examines the older boys' formal attire, scrunching her freckled nose as she flips her faded violet hair over her shoulder. "I liked the slippers better. Maybe you should change again." Blaine sighs, pouring his coffee in a to-go cup. "Shut the hell up. Can we leave?" Theo nods, grabbing the now formally dressed male. "Yup, we don't wanna be any later than we already are!"

i'm sorry for posting a day late. i know. i'm a lazy little shit. XD