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

"Walking Testosterone Bottles"

E L E V E N 

I spring up, the base of my neck soaking wet and my body way too warm.

Who left the heater on?

I take in my surroundings, curtains, dark blue, sheer curtains blocking the overly bright city lights.

But this isn't my room?

The curtains are to my right in my room.

I feel a weight shift beside me and I snap my head to the right, looking down at the messy haired boy deep asleep, he looks so peaceful...

Wait...

Why am I here?

Everything seems so hazy for a few moments, bits and pieces cloud my mind and it takes me a few seconds to register the few things i can vaguely remember.

Holy shit did I have sex with my roommate?!

I take in a deep, calming breath and look around for my phone.

My head is killing me.

What happened after...

"Nathan, Nathan wake up" I poke at his arm, all I get is a groan in return.

I sigh.

I'm flushed with embarrassment when i remember throwing up and a very amused Nathan helping me.

"No!" I jolt at the sudden struggle, turning to look at Nate. "Nathan?" I whisper, looking at him.

"D-don't do it!" He yells, his breathing harsh and his forehead covered in a layer of sweat. I frown, moving closer to him.

"P-please!" He cries out, shaking. "Hey, hey it's okay" I whisper,  kneeling on the bed beside him and shaking him lightly. "Nathan its just a dream, wake up" i say, louder. He sits up, startled, making me back away a little, I stare at his hunched over figure. He buries his face in his hands and breathes, i watch him with concern.

It is quiet for a few minutes before he breaks the silence "I'm sorry.." he says quietly.

I frown "is something wrong?", "No." His voice is clipped, I decide against saying something and slide out of bed "okay, thanks for earlier and... goodnight" I mumble and walk out, shutting the door softly behind me and walking down the hall to my room.

I shut the door and walk up to the foot of my bed, throwing myself on it with a huff.

It hasn't even been a month since I moved here, yet it feels like its been 2.

15 or so days in and I'm already frolicking with my housemate.

I let out a frustrated groan and run my hands through my hair, tugging at it. This is all too much for just a couple days.

Crawling under the sheets I curl into a ball and fall asleep with the thought of Nate in mind, and how exactly I'll be facing him after making an idiot of myself.

...

The next morning, by the time I'm up and out of bed Nate has already left.

This happens every day for weeks, we can't even be in the same room together, if  we are its no more than 5 heartbeats and one of us leaves, usually its him. 

I can't figure out what his problem is, he's been acting weird ever since that party and almost everything after beer pong is a blur, i remember talking to him and seeing him feeling up some girl but i can't put 2 and 2 together.