The unexpected

"You can find another diner"

Neil's POV

           "What! You are gay?'' she asked, completely surprised. 

        ''No I was just kidding," I replied, with a serious face. 'Which actually I was. I'm not gay for godsakes! But what the hell was I supposed to do?! She looked so uncomfortable. I've been talking to her since this morning and let me tell you she was very much convinced that she wasn't sharing a room with a boy at any cost. I don't know what came over me. Somehow this idea just popped in my mind and I just... went with it. Since I've lied about being gay, guess I'll have to act like one too. I have no place to go and I'm too lazy to find another place. Well I did try but couldn't find any decent or should I say both cheap and decent place to stay. That was the reason why I was sleeping in that stupid diner in the first place. This place is perfect. I just hope that she doesn't kicks me out.'

           Okay! So why are you telling me this now? Because you don't look gay, at all," she said innocently.

                "What do you mean, 'I don't look gay, at all'?" I narrowed my eyes at her, as if offended.

                "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you!" she raised her palms in surrender. "Please continue!"

           "Okay! I wasn't planning on telling it to you. What I meant to say was that I really need a place to stay right now and the rent of this place is also really affordable for me." I looked her into the eyes for a moment and saw some unsurety still lingering there. So I thought for a moment. I had to convince her anyhow or else I'll be homeless. 'So here goes nothing.'

            "See I really really need this place right now. I don't have anywhere to go. I tried but couldn't find any cheaper place for me. You are the first person I'm saying this to because I want you to understand. I don't want anyone to know about it and this is the reason why I can't share a room with someone because eventually my cover will blow. Please let me stay here. I'll be the perfect roommate. I'll help you in cleaning, cooking, everything. Please let me be your roommate. And promise me that you will not tell anyone that I'm gay. It's my decision and you have to respect it and again please let me be your roommate!"

           'There! Said it.' Happy with my little act I looked at her with pleading eyes hoping that she'll let me live here. 'I mean who can resist me. I've always been the mischievous one since childhood. I always have my way with people. I can be pretty persuasive if I want to be, you know. But why isn't she saying anything?'

           ''Okay! I won't tell anyone," she said shrugging her shoulder.

           ''Oh god! Thank you so much," I said happily, my frown disappearing and a smile appeared on my lips. 'I knew she would say yes.' I mentally fist bumped in the air.

           "But I didn't say anything about you being my roommate." She smirked at me.

          To say that I was completely shocked would be an understatement. 'What the hell! This girl is totally enjoying my misery.'

        ''No you can't do this to me! Where will I sleep tonight? I can't even go to that diner again!," I pleaded to her. 'What is it gonna take to convince this girl?'

          ''You can find another diner." She smiled.

         "You know thats not what I meant to say. I haven't slept properly nor had a bath in two days. I really badly need this place."

           ''Ew," she said, still looking at me with a bemused expression.

          ''What's with the smiling? You know what? You're a sadist. You enjoy watching people suffer," I blamed.

           ''I am not a sadist!'' she said, still smiling.

         There. She smiled again. Here I am trying my ass off  to convince her. I even lied about my sexuality and what is she doing? Smiling. "Yes you definitely are! You don't want to share a room with me? Fine! I'll leave," I turned to collect my luggage.  "Where is my bag?" I stomped my way out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

           "Where is my bag?" I asked again. I was trying to put a little show in front of her, acting all dramatic and pissed so that she gets convinced. I tried searching for my bag but couldn't find it. It was a good thing that I couldn't find it. Thank God! But if I find it which I will eventually, I may have to leave and if she doesn't stop me from leaving then I have no idea where the hell will I be sleeping tonight. If only I had some extra money, damn it! I need to find a part-time job soon. Thankfully, I came here on a scholarship, otherwise college fees could have been another problem I would be facing.

          After searching for a good few minutes, I asked her again, "where is my bag?" I looked at her expecting her to say words like 'I threw it out' or something but suprisingly she just smiled and said, "It's upstairs on your bed." 

           "On my- Wait a- You mean- Oh Thank God! Thank you so much!" I said, happily. I gave her a quick hug and then looked at her and asked, "You know what this means right?"

             She narrowed her eyes at me and asked curiously, "What?"

            "It means I can finally have a shower!" I yelled happily and ran upstairs. I heard her laughing behind me as I entered the room. I looked around and saw my bag kept on a bed on the blue side of the room. While taking a shower I was wondering when she must have kept my bag upstairs, because last time as I remember I kept it in the living room when I entered the house. 'She must have kept it while I was sleeping. Wait a minute! No, no, no! That was before I lied to her about me being gay, which means she was okay with me staying her even before I lied. Shit!'

           I came out of the shower, changed my clothes and quickly went downstairs. I found her sitting on the sofa in the living room, talking to someone on the phone. I sat down on the sofa in front of her. She was still talking. I couldn't understand a thing she was saying as she was speaking in some foriegn language. Her hair which she till now always kept in a tight bun were now down. She had long black hair reaching her waist. She was running her hands through her hair. She had a fair skin tone and had no traces of makeup. She was actually looking pretty like that. Her brown eyes were looking here and there, sometimes landing on me as she was talking. She was probably talking to her mother as she kept saying the word "mumma". 

          As I awkwardly sat there, waiting for her to finish her call so that I can explain her about my little lie earlier but then I heard her saying the word "gay" before smiling slowly a little while later. She closed her phone, kept it on the table and then looked at me. "Sorry! That was my mom. I was telling her about you. She wasn't sure about me living with a guy under the same roof  but then I told her that you are gay and how you were still not sure how the guy roommates would take it, so you decided to stay with me. She's okay with it now," I saw her nod her head and smile widely.

            I could do nothing but nod. Shit!! Her mother wasn't okay with a guy staying with her daughter, and she looks like she'd definitely obey her mom, which now leaves me... Nowhere. Oh man! A fine mess I've gotten myself into.. Dang it!

           

Hello!!!!!I finally wrote Neil's POV. I'm not sure if boys talk like that but I tried. Anyways It's all fiction, so....... I hope it's okay! Again I'm not a writer and there must be a lot a grammatic errors but I try to get them edited. If you like the chapter please vote. It means a lot and encourages me a bit. Thank you!!!

The song on the side is Boy in Love by BTS, another Kpop band. :D