Once Upon A Friday Night

Part I | Chapter 10 ~ Study Week

Lance sat up slowly, glancing around tiredly. I however, laid quietly in bed, phone out as I messed around.

"Jesus, my head..." He groaned.

I didn't bother glancing up from my phone, allowing him to endure his own silence. He looked over at me, as if expecting me to say something.

"You were drunk and sitting in the bathtub." I responded with a sigh.

"Oh.." He looked down, scratching his head.

He was silent for another long moment,  before he huffed softly. I took the time to rise from my bed and head to my dresser in search of a new outfit. I always had Sunday off from school. Just before I trailed towards the bathroom, I heard him speak up.

"Uh.. Calvin.."

I paused to look at him.

"Thank you.." He hesitated on his words, as if he'd never said them before in his life.

"Sure. You looked like you needed help." I responded casually, then closed the bathroom door behind me.

Now dressed in my Sunday best, I left the restroom. Lance, however, was at his dresser, and before I knew it, he had tugged off all his clothes

Whether it was involuntary or not, my entire face had exploded into a bright shade of unexpected red as I couldn't help but stammer as I stared at his.. Well, you know.

Lance quickly brought his hands down to cover himself, stepping backwards before holding a shirt against himself.

"Sorry. Didn't expect you to come out." He stated calmly, unaltered by my gaze.

I know I shouldn't be looking at him still, and I should've turned around right away. But I must admit.. He was pretty impressive.

I never thought I'd say that in my life.

"R-Right, right- Sorry." I turned around quickly to fold my arms.

I gave him some time to get changed fully before I was able to turn back around.

"I'm going to cook some breakfast." He headed for the kitchen.

Once he was out of sight, I let out a long breath of relief. I couldn't get that image out of my mind.

Those broad shoulders.. Strong arms, each covered in a sleeve of tattoo.. Tight chest and toned abs.. All the way down to that breathtaking-..

What am I talking about?

Cassidy was right. I really am gay. But I can't complain. My roommate really is hot, even if he's annoying.

There, I said it.

I quit daydreaming and finally gathered myself, deciding that it was best just to forget about that whole incident. Lance sure would. He was almost proud to show me, as if he were confident in his complexion.

Well, just because he's 'above average', doesn't mean that his personality is. He's still a jerk.

A couple moments later, my thoughts were drowned out as the scent of freshly fried sausage filled my nostrils and forced me to salivate. I peeked around the corner to watch him as he cooked.

"Do you like sausage?" He asked suddenly.

"Do I.." I let out in a squeaky like tone.

He smirked. "I make the best sausage in Mirwell University."

"I believe it, it smells delicious." I rubbed my hands together.