Him ; Bastille

Roommates or Not? ; 9

For the rest of the day me and Kitty worked our arses off — especially at lunchtime. I don't know how the whole crew can attend to what feels like the entire university within an hour...but they do. Kitty never mentioned the phone call again which makes me think that she didn't hear much, but then again she smiles sympathetically at me every now and again like she knows about the shit I got myself into. Or that I like her...

"And we're..." Kitty's voice trails off as I wait besides her. "Closed!" Kitty shouts psychopathically as soon as she double checks the backdoor once it's locked. Both me and her crack a smile afterwards, "so where are you going now?" She asks as I shrug. I can't just tell her that I'm probably going to be finding a homeless shelter...no one wants to employ homeless people. I got to stay on the low...

"I'm going to be...around." That sounds like the most guy thing I'll ever say. I even have the audacity to reassuringly smile at her. "So you don't need a room?" Before my mouth can drop open in shock Kitty nervously laughs as she swipes her hair from out of her blue eyes. "Like...with the eviction notice and stuff...you can bunk with me? Maybe? I mean only if you want, you probably have much cooler friends and stuff...but the offer is always open. I have two bedrooms and plenty of space...it gets pretty lonely."

She fucking heard the whole phone call.

Great. Now my crush knows that I like her after sixty five days of being in stealth mode. I feel fucking weird...and awkward. Why does she want me to live with her? After that shocking discovery that I like her...man I would've said 'good for you' and ran a mile.

"Dan?" She almost shyly asks as we stop walking.

I put my hands in my pockets and shrug. "What are your friends going to think?" I try to change the subject off of me by mentioning the bitches. Kitty shrugs her shoulders back too before she looks unbothered by the future hate that she might get...because she'll be living with a weirdo. "You know that they're not really my friends. I don't really have any...know that you're the only friendly face in this entire dump." I feel honoured.

"Are you sure that I'm the miserable prick and their the happy clappy ones?" Kitty rolls her eyes back as we slowly continue to walk out of campus grounds, in the direction of her apartment. "They're fake. And they wanted me to be fake like them. Being fake is hard to do...because hating you is something I could never do." I smile at the end of that. I not only smile because of Kitty's sweetest compliment yet, but because it rhymed...but she has no idea. Kitty looks nervous, it's almost like she wants me to say yes.

"Say if I do...become your roommate...how much is the rent?" She's giving me shelter and her dad is giving me money...I feel like I'm taking way too much of of the Holland's. "Washing dishes? That sort of thing...maybe ordering a takeout once in a blue moon" I feel my face look confused. I'm one of those guys where my face is a open book, I think that's why Kitty reacts to my face more than she does with my voice. "I'm pretty solid with rent. I mean I'm renting off of my uncle, he more or less pays all of the bills for me. It was my eighteenth birthday present. My family thinks that he has more money than he knows what to do with." Oh wow. I want to say something down the lines of 'you're so lucky' but I'm afraid it's gonna sound sarcastic. So I don't say anything at all, just a simple nod of the head and smile.

"So what do you say?" Kitty asks again as I stop this time, halfway between the statue of Atlas and the water fountain. "Thank you..." I nod my head as Kitty literally hugs me. A girl randomly hugged me. A fucking hug! Like that's awesome. I love her. "Come on!" Kitty laughs as she grabs my hand. My actual fucking hand! "Where are you taking me!" I shout as she walks the other way, away from her apartment. "To celebrate she shouts" as I'm dragged behind her like a rag doll.

But I don't mind...I don't mind.