Room 45 [Jyatt]

Chapter 4🔅

-Wyatt's POV-

"And I'll get a latte macchiato.", I smiled at the waitress as she wrote down Finn and mines order before she left.

We were inside of a little café in the near of our university. I've known Finn for a long time since we were high school buddies. We chose to go to the same university and were roommates before we had to move into strangers rooms.

"I'm telling you, he's stealing my stuff.", I told Finn about my thoughts on Jaeden and why he was looking through my things.

"I bet he's not. You said your shirt was on the bed and now it was...?"

"In the drawer.", I rolled my eyes since it was already an evidence that Jaeden is touching things he really shouldn't. It's not his.

"Dude, he's probably just cleaning up. You know," Finn leaned closer towards me and mocked a whisper, "usually, shirts belong in the drawers."

I rolled my eyes again and Finn made a 'mind-blow-hand-move' while letting out a 'whoosh'.

"Why would he? I can tidy up my shirts on my own."

"Can you really?", I heard from behind me and turned around to see that Jack had entered the café.

"Hi, Jack.", Finn greeted the smaller boy who just came up to us with a small wave.

The waitress came with our drinks and Jack sat down while ordering one himself. I took a few sips from my coffee before putting it down on the table and Finn seemed to copy my actions.

"I think that Wyatt is mature enough to clean up his mess.", Finn stated and I smiled proudly since it was true.

"Then why won't he?", Jack asked and thanked the waitress after she put his iced tea on the table.

"I am. He just probably has OCD or something.", I scoffed, causing Jack to glare at me.

"Don't joke about that.", he said bringing his ice tea to his mouth to drink from it.

"Yeah— Jack, what are you doing?", Finn chuckled, his head turned in Jack's direction.

"What? I'm just drinking."

"You are not. You're not even nipping on it,", Finn laughed, "You're sucking on the glass, love."

"It's cold!", Jack flushed red and crossed his arms after putting his drink down while Finn and I kept laughing.

"Anyways, what I was saying was that—"

"That Jaeden is stealing your stuff because he does not have a reason to clean up your stuff since you do that already.", Finn cut me off, "We get it.", he added and Jack nodded in agreement.

"I just don't like him. He's weird.", I shrugged.

"Why is he weird? He didn't do anything and you guys barely know each other.", Jack asked and he was kind of right.

Kind of. I mean, we do barely know each other but his first impression was already weird. He was standing there with... almost nothing.

"He dresses weirdly and— and he has this tiny personality and he has band-aids with flowers on them!", I tried to explain but it didn't seem to work.

"Awh, that's cute.", Finn stated and Jack smiled at that but then Finn caught my glare and cleared his throat, "I—I mean that's horrible. Terrible, even."

Jack's smile dropped as he groaned, "Ugh. Boys.", he drank his ice tea empty and stood up, "I'm going now but thank you, Finn, for buying me the drink.", he smiled and kissed Finns rosy cheeks before he left the café, leaving both of us shocked.

"You gay now? And who said that you were paying?", I asked confused.

"I promised him I would. It's not a biggie.", he mumbled, drinking from his coffee embarrassed.

"Right. No biggie.", I raised an eyebrow and noticed that it was probably time for me to leave.

After a few minutes, Finn and I payed for the drinks and headed back to our dorms. We waved each other goodbye before I entered now our room, number 45.

As I opened it, I noticed that it was a little different, of course. It smelled good and it looked so clean.

It was like I was never there and I already wondered where the hell my stuff was.

I kicked my shoes off and entered the room now fully, closing the door behind me. I saw Jaeden laying on the bed, sleeping.

He had a long pastel pink shirt on with long socks with cherries on them and it seemed like he had nothing on under the shirt, making me hope that he had at least boxers on.

I opened the drawer to look for my sweats but they weren't there and I groaned already. I know where I put my stuff so why move it from the place?

I started to look for it but it was nowhere to find. So, I had no other choice then waking up the sleeping beauty from his lovely nap.

"Jaeden.", I shook him lightly, but no response so I tried it again, a little harder than before causing the boy with the tiny body to groan out a 'what'.

"Jaeden, where are my sweatpants?", I felt forced to whisper because of the silence and darkness of the room.

Jaeden mumbled something into his pillow but I couldn't understand it so I asked him what he said and he sat up, huffed as he rubbed his eyes a bit, "In the drawer."

"No, they're not there.", I informed him and he glared at me before he stood up quickly, a bit angry.

He kneeled down to the last drawer, opened it and seconds later, he pulled out my grey sweatpants, making my jaw drop.

"Yeah, you just have to look properly.", Jaeden handed me my sweatpants and closed the drawer with his foot, now standing in front of me.

"Wouldn't have to if you wouldn't touch my stuff and moved them around.", I commented as I stripped down my pants to change into the sweatpants.

"Wouldn't have to if you'd clean up your shit.", Jaeden mocked back plopping himself on the bed and I had the sweatpants on fully.

"I can do it myself. It's not your job to tidy up."

"And it's not your job to leave your boxers on the floor!", he straightened up himself again, now stitting while I still stood there in the middle of the room.

"At least I have some on!", it slipped out and a red shade grew on Jaeden's cheeks.

"I—I— I do have underwear on.", Jaeden told me quietly, obviously shy about this situation, "But that's none of your business, anyway! Just leave me alone!"

"Fine!", I threw my hands in the air, glaring at him.

"Fine!"

written by: @jyattsmom
a little late but i hope you still enjoyed it!

all the love, a. xx