i woke up to unfamiliar breaths against my upper tosrso. i slightly shifted due to the taller male being draped on me like a duvet.
his steady breaths became shorter and his eyes twitch as the golden light that peers through the blinds shines on our exposed faces.
his hands become jittery and make contact with my exposed chest. i await for him to fully wake up from his short but deep sleep. his eyes soon come to an open and his arms reach upward to help stretch his torso out until in a comfortable state.
"morning." he giggles as his fingers move to trace the black writing that is permanently marked on my upper torso.
"morning, you sleep well?"
"very," he simply responds.
"hungry though."
"ok, let's go make something in the kitchen." i suggest before lifting myself up off the bed and waiting for him to do the same.
we both walk down the short hallway before entering the open kitchen with narrow counter tops.
"im in the mood for french toast," he informs me.
"meanwhile, can you peel me an orange ?" he asks softly as he gets a loaf of bread out and a cartoon of eggs.
i nod even though his back is faced towards me.
i search through the variety of fruits that are placed in a small bowl and gran the ripest orange possible. orange gets stuck in ny fingernails as they dig and peel the orange that rest in my left hand. i compile the soft, orange, unsemetric, peels onto the palm of my hand and take it to the garbage can that is located in the corner of the kitchen.
i watch as he gently dips the pieces of bread into the mixed eggs and then places the egg covered bread onto the pan that starts to crackle when contact is made.
"here," i say after he finishes dipping and placing the bread slices. i hand him the peeled orange.
he walks over to me and gives me a quick smile before taking the orange out of my hand. he pulls the mini slices apart and puts them into his mouth one by one.
after he eats the orange and grabs the plastic spatula and flips the bread onto its other side so it can fully cook.
after the french toast slices fully cook i watch as joba puts two on two individual glass plates. he turns off the stove and carefully takes the two plates to the island table and slides one toward me.
"thank you." i say as i question him about the silverware. he tells me that they're in the drawer to the left of me. i open the drawer and take out two heavy, forks that lay on top of eachother.
i come back and hand him one fork as i keep the other.
after we finish our meals in complete peace, i offer to help out and wash the dishes. he gives me a smile and says, "thank you."
"hey, imma go hangout with some friends," i announce at the crack of early afternoon.
"you're welcome to come."
"nah, thinkin about finishing some stuff up." he kindly declines as his focuses turns back to the burning laptop that his fingers violently tap against.
"like what?" i question. i only ask because i want his attention, not because i'm interested in the work he's typing.
"a paper." he shortly mumbles. he seems distant when it comes to his work.
"tell m-" he cuts me off with a quick, rushed and impatient tell off.
"shouldn't you get ready for your hangout?"
"that's in a bit though."
"never too early."
i pout before exiting the living room and into the bedroom. majority of my clothes have been moved her because of the amount of time i spend in the apartment with joba.
i pull out a drawer from the dresser. my clothes lay folded neatly. i soon realise that the stressed, taller boy had folded them.
i choose a plain black t shirt along with some regular blue jeans. i slide my air force ones on and play with the gold necklace that hangs around my neck.
i take out my phone and flip myself onto the bed. i choose not to bother the male who types away in the living room simply because i don't want to seem annoying. not trying to upset anyone yet.
i scroll through a variety of social medias until the time reads, 5:30 pm.
"imma go. see you later," i say as i make an entrance into the living room.
"ok, bye." he says as he stands up to embrace me into his arms.
"bye." i quickly say before i leave the apartment.
it's weird. him hugging me. i can't recall the last time i've ever been sincerely hugged by someone. maybe it's a coping mechanism to the stressed symptoms i witnessed a few hours ago.
i get an uber to take me to a club somewhere in downtown. the uber shows up and there's a young person in the drivers seat.
"hi," she says calmly once i enter the car.
"hello," i reply back as i shift myself until satisfied with the position.
we soon arrive the destination. she gives me a warm goodbye as i leave the car and look around the sidewalk. i spot ian, merlyn, and dom standing near the entrance of the building that blast more "urban" music.
"hey." i greet once i get closer to the three of them.
"hey." they greet back in an unpleasant sync.
"let's go inside." ian impatiently says as he leads us inside the building.
the building is pounding with extremely loud music. it's population of people who dance and drink are very much diverse.
"shots!" merlyn yells excitedly as he fastly leads us to a counter with many various type of alcohol substances.
"four shots." merlyn orders in excitement at the shorter person who awaits for any orders.
we each gulp down the strong, butter tasting liquid in the small, cold glass cup that is held between the thumb, index, and middle fingers.
now, multiple shots of a variety of strong alcohol was entering our systems.
"go matt, go matt!" dom, merlyn, ian, plus a big crowd chants as my intoxicated body gives a random dude a lap dance.
his hands roam the sides of my body before i let go and stumble to ian.
"sooo fuckedddd." i slur at the giggling male who blushes at the light colored guy who stand besides him.
"sorry matty, theres a really cute guy next to me," ian tells me,
"you think he down to fuck?"
i leave him standing there with the unknown figure and go find the average sized male that i was once giving a lap dance to.
"hey, you!" i laugh as i point an unsteady finger at him.
"come here."
he walks to me and attacks my face with kisses. his lipstick stained lips leaves multiple red smears on my light skinned face.
i can only smell the alcohol that invades his mouth when he kisses me.
"matt, let's go!" dom shouts over the music as he tugs at my weak body.
"you're no fun," i groan as my wobbly legs leave the unfamiliar man's grip.
"he's no fun!" i shout so the guy can hear as i pout.
we get into the car and it's filled l loud giggles as the only semi sober person, dom, drives me to jobas home since it's on the way toward the other twos houses.
my eyes come to an open as the cars unexpected brake jolts my body foward.
"get the fuck outta my car." dom jokes.
i open the door and give a wholesome goodbye to the three.
i unsteadily walk up and into the apartment until i reach jobas door.
"matt-howd you get here?" joba asks, realizing my drunk appearance.
"dom. your address. here." i slur as i stumble into the apartment.
i lay onto the couch and the last thing i see before coming to a deep sleep was the disappointment on jobas face once he got a good view of the lipstick smears that decorate my freckled face.
