We're Just Friends [BOOK 1 Of The 'We're Just' Trilogy]]

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours"

F O U R

I walk into the kitchen around half past 10, adjusting my oversized shirt and shorts that were of no use considering my shirt hid them.

I turn on the coffee maker and proceed to pour some cereal and milk into a bowl as i wait for my coffee.

Yes i drink coffee with my cereal. No one said it was a crime.

"Good morning roomie" a deep, husky voice speaks from the door, i look up and I chuckle "morning, sleep well?" He yawns like a hyena and rubs his chest.

His bare muscular chest.

I also notice the tattoo on his shoulder, its a tribal band of some sort. As i inspect him with hungry eyes i spot a small tattoo just below his happy trail and a little too close to his.. man parts.

I can't fully make out what it is but from here it looks like some sort of saying, a quote maybe?

"At least be subtle when you stare woman.." he speaks, his voice still husky. I gulp slightly as my eyes look up to meet his "sorry.." i blush as i look down at my cereal.

We eat our breakfast in a comfortable silence. This lasts approximately 10 minutes before nate breaks the silence. "Were you at a club last night..?" He questions randomly. I nod "yeah, why?" I look up from my coffee.

It looks like something goes off in his head, possibly realization but i can't tell.

"Ah nothing.. just thought i saw you" i have a few questions but i chose to ignore them and just brush it off with a nod.

The next few hours go by smoothly, nate left around 12 for some reason. I never asked as it wasn't my business to.

I called up gen a while after that and told her about the monica encounter, i swear i held my phone away from my ear for 5 minutes cause' all i could hear was screaming. After she calmed down i told her that i'd contact her and ask if she wanted to meet up or come over.

I occupied myself with unboxing the few boxes that lay by the door. Mostly clothes and books, halfway through looking at books i come across my yearbook. A smile spreads across my face as i remembered the day we got them, flipping through pages i look through most of the book before a piece of paper slips out.

I frown and pick it up, inspecting it "when on earth.." i mumble as i try to recall stuffing anything important into my yearbook.

I unfold the paper and read the neat handwriting..

Who's handwriting is this..?

Dear Anastasia,
This is a stupid formal letter but please excuse me for it as i have no idea how to express stuff on paper..

Well where do i begin? I guess you could say i'm you're secret admirer.. i've liked you for a while now but i will always be afraid of telling you..

Call me a pussy or whatever, i just can't bring myself to think a girl like you would even look my way. And no just to clarify, i'm not some creepy nerdy stalker, scarily enough you know who i am. Although you pay little to no attention to my presence, you know me..

Its kinda sad and pathetic, a 14 year old idiot has a crush on his.. hah, caught you there. We're the same age, we have a few classes together but you rarely speak to me..

I don't even think you'll get this letter like.. ever? Maybe i'll email it to you or something on my death bed. Fun right?