If... [complete]

Seven

I wake up in a slight haze. I must've drank way more than I thought. My head is pounding and bile is forming in the depths of my throat. I attempt to get up but a muscular arm is gripping me tight. Who am i sharing a bed with? I turn around to see the sleeping face of my roommate. His brown hair tangled on his forehead, his eyelashes tickling his cheeks, the flare of his nose. What did we do last night?

In a panic I check to make sure we were both fully clothed. I don't remember sleeping with him but I don't remember getting in gbed with him either. To my luck we were still in the clothes we wore yesterday.

The pounding doesn't stop so I gently pry his arm off my waist. He pulls the covers closer around him at the sudden loss of warmth. I sigh at his beauty knowing that it can't be mine.

We've never talked about him being outed, the fact that we're both gay. He doesn't know I am, and I don't know if I want to tell him. Yes I've finally accepted the fact that I might have a tiny itty bitty crush on him, but I don't wanna date anyone right now.

I turn the faucet on to hear the rush of water and slip my cup underneath it. With my water I grabbed some Advil and sat down in the chair at the corner of the room. I think some more about me and rye.

That's when I remember we kissed. His lips were soft against mine. I remember the fireworks going off the exact moment our lips met, pinks and purples flashing in the distance. Kids were still laughing seeing as they were at Disney.

"Aghhhhh... headaches are the worst!" I heard Rye grumble from the bed.

"Good morning." Rye jumped. It was like he forgot we shared a room.

"Do we have any advil?" He said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Yea, want me to grab you some?"

"No it's fine, I'll get it. How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty great."

"That's good." Our conversation was pretty tense. I'm pretty sure we both remember our festivities from last night. "Are we going to breakfast this morning?"

"I haven't gotten a text, do you wanna just eat cereal?"

"You realize we're at a hotel right. They don't just have boxes of cereal."

"No but they have individual little cups of it down stairs."

"Ok, then I guess we're having cereal."

"I'll go get it."v

I wallowed down the halls to the first floor of the hotel. They didn't have that diverse of options so I grabbed two lucky charms.

When I got back the room I was blinded by the lights of the open windows. I look around to see a cleaner room than what it was before. Rye was sitting at the edge of bed. He got up when he noticed the door creak open.

"Thank you."

"Welcome." We both sat on the floor, cross-legged, because we didn't want to spill milk on the furniture. Instead of looking him in the eyes, I looked at my cereal rising with the pure white milk.

"So I was thinking, instead of hanging out with everyone else, we go off and do our own thing?"

"Like we did yesterday?" I asked.

"Yes, or just leave the park all together." What? Why would he want to do that?

"Where would we go?"

"Maybe the museum? There's this really cool one near by and you'd really like it."

"How do you know?"