Roommates

part 25

it's now 12am and here i lay on my old bed wondering why joey hasn't came back yet, it's been 2 hours and i know he told me not to worry about him coming late but i can't help it.

is he okay? is he safe? what if he went to another party and got drunk. what if he's lost right now and has no where to go. should i call him? no i'll make a fool out of myself

he's probably with lily right now, it can't be that bad.

i close my eyes and take a deep breath, fuck fuck fuck. i cant even sleep right now because all i can think about is him

him

he's such an asshole but i like him, i said it. i like joey and i cant help but want to make sure he's okay because no matter how many times he's hurt me i still want to know he's okay

i don't know why i feel so attached to him, as if i can't even be without him for a while.

i sit up and grab my phone from the night stand and look through snapchat to see if there is a party going on, if he's at a party i'll understand why he's coming late

stop kels, stop worrying about him right now. i turn off my phone and put it back on my night stand

i lay back down on my bed and push away everything but i cant, i try to think about anything but i literally cant

i hate him, i hate him but like him and it's driving me insane

i hear a knock on the door and i sit up quickly and run to the front door, i pause before opening the door so it doesn't seem like i was waiting for him

i open the door after 20 seconds and when i do joey is learning against the door across from us in a white shirt and black jeans, his lips a dark pink as always and his hair a mess

he walks up to the door and clears his throat, "can i come in?" he ask me

i cant help but smile a little, i hide it right away when i notice "yeah" i say and watch him walk past me

he pulls his shirt over his head when i close the door and i cant help but stare at him undress, it's a horrible thing to do but i don't why i cant pull away

the way his muscles move when he pulls his jeans down his legs, the way he fixes his hair when he looks at himself in the mirror, he pulls down his bottom lip and then stops when he notices i was staring

he turns his head slowly towards me and chuckles, "can i help you sugar?" he says

i take a deep breath and walk away from the door and sit down on my bed, "where were you?" i ask

he looks back at himself in the mirror, "none of your business" he ends the conversation i wanted to start

i don't want to push it or make him talk to me when he clearly doesn't want to, i nod slowly, it isn't my business, it really isn't i shouldn't have even asked

gosh why am i such an idiot for even asking, he told me not to worry about it, why did i ask him? i'm so embarrassed now

he starts snickering and i look back at him, when i look at him i notice all the hickeys on his neck, why do i now see them

who gave it to him? it was probably lily. that's were he went, to lily

of course he fucking did, fuck of course he did because they're dating why did i stay up and worry about him? it wasn't even worth it

"why are you up?" he ask me

"oh, um" i get a little too excited but i fix myself, but i don't know how to answer his question