The Writer's Love Affair

Episode 9: Best Friend

Episode 9: Best Friend

Leslie let out an awkward cough, trying to break the tense atmosphere which surrounded the three of them.

Eddie hadn't even taken the time to spare a glance at her - his eyes were stuck onto the man before him. The genuine confusion of seeing a man in her bedroom was overwhelmed by the unfiltered discomfort of witnessing it all. He rubbed a hand at the nape of his neck as a scoff of disbelief came from him.

Christopher reacted for the first time with an unpleasant raise of his eyebrow.

Noticing the standoff between both men, the woman hopped off the bed skillfully and made it between them. With a forced smile of cheerfulness, she gestured between the two of them.

"Eddie, this is Christopher Wells, my superior for the next couple of months. Mr. Wells meet Eddie. He's my roommate I was telling you about."

Her smile was still painfully etched onto her face even when both of them made no move to acknowledge one another.

"Um..." She feigned a laugh at the displeasure of them not even sharing a handshake. "Okay, I'll be seeing Mr. Wells out now."

"No need." Christopher interrupted her gruffly.

His eyes were following the expanse of Eddie's chest and that was when the woman realized he was harmfully shirtless.

What the hell is he thinking? She couldn't help but wonder at the unreadable look on his face.

Instead of pondering on it, Leslie gave Christopher a weird look at him declining her offer. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean..." He said running a hand over the front of his shirt again and then through his disheveled hair. "Is that I'll see myself to the door while you take the time out to give your roommate here the explanation he's anticipating." Then he did the most un-Christopher like thing she had ever seen him do and left with a sagged pair of shoulders.

What the-

"Care to explain?" Eddie interrupted her train of thoughts.

She shot him an unimpressed look.

"It's not what you think it is."

"Oh, but I think it is," he corrected with a kind of judgement in his tone. "And if I'm right I'll be highly disappointed with not only your lack of control but professionalism."

"I haven't slept with him yet if that's what you're thinking." Leslie snapped out frustratedly at his razor sharp gaze.

They seemed to slice into her the next second. "Yet?!"

Her form stilled at the mistake she made in her choice of words.

She rested a comforting hand on his bare shoulder. "What I meant was..."

He shrugged it off effortlessly upon seeing her sugarcoating tactic from a mile away. "Oh, you meant exactly what you said. Your first initial thought never lies, slip of the tongue or not."

"You know that I've been sick this entire time, Ed. He came over because he was concerned about work. Frankly, the bastard didn't believe if I was lying about being ill or not so he came to check for himself. As you can see, he kind of overstayed his visit but that's only because he took the time out to...see to it that I had eaten and was in a clean surrounding. After that, time seemed to fly and before I knew it I had fallen asleep. I guess he was tired from all the work he's been doing because he fell asleep as well. I wasn't even aware of it until five minutes ago when I woke up. But I swear, nothing happened."