Hearts In Hiding (Also called Rooming with Rosalyn)

Chapter Five- How Do Snails Do this, Again?

He nodded and walked to the room as I collapsed on the couch. Or tried to. There was something between my back and the couch, which was preventing me from lying down . I tried to get up only to find that something was holding onto my shoulders and keeping me there. As I tried to wriggle up, my only thought was ," How do snails and tortoises do this with their shells again?"

Right. They don't.

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, conserving my energy for one final try. I tried for a few minutes, huffing and puffing , and just as I was about to roll down from the couch, I opened my eyes to be greeted by idiot's amused face looking at me. I immediately knew he had been observing me for some time now. Which meant, He saw me do the snail/tortoise wiggle.

Yes.  I did that for five complete minutes. And yes, I named it.

I waved and smiled weakly at him," Did you want something?" He replied (still looking amused)," Yeah, I came to ask something to the girl whose name I don't know and whose flat I'm sharing, but instead of her I found a girl who was trying very hard to become a tortoise on its back, with my bag."

His bag?

My brain reminded (read: taunted) ," I seem to remember the firefighters giving you a bag and specifically telling you that it belonged to him and asking you to return it to him. Ring a bell? "

Right. In the ensuing awkwardness, I had forgotten about his bag completely, which also explained the weird looks he had been giving me. And then like an idiot I had also tried to sleep with it. Is it any surprise he was amused but also looking at me like I need psychiatric help?

Of course not.

I heard him clearing his throat and realized that I had zoned off completely. Where was I? Right.

I said," Yeah.... I knindaforgotandkeptitandwaitaminute, first things first, could you help me get up? Your bag is as heavy as a pile of rocks and I can't get up because of the weight and also how sleepy I am." I wasn't sleepy, at all especially after this whole  embarrassing situation, but he didn't have to know that.

He nodded, as an actual smile broke out on his face and held out his hand to help me up.

I grabbed it and pulled myself up, although, I had to use majorly my effort, the asshole didn't even strain his muscles ( if he had them) a bit. 

After removing his bag from my shoulder and handing it to him, I asked," So what did you want to ask me?"

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He was still smiling but held out his hand to me anyways and I took it. His hand was warm and soft. I pulled myself up and stood up with a grunt. "Thanks" I said and unslung his bag from my shoulder and handed it to him. He took it and we both stood there in awkward silence, looking at anything in the room except each other.

I broke the silence" Soo, what did you want to ask about?" He frowned as he remembered and snapped his fingers but said to me, "Nothing"

I nodded my head and then in an effort to remove the awkwardness I said," Soo, what stuff could they salvage in that bag?" He opened the bag and put his hand in it and slowly felt inside. I watched as his expression turned to one of disbelief as he slowly extracted his hand holding .......... a book. And not just any book. A TEXTBOOK.

I looked at him, then at the book, then at him again, then again the book,and I couldn't help saying," Well they are pretty instrumental in helping you live a good life."

He looked at me with such an expression that I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I laughed so hard that my face started hurting. He said," Yes, it is hilarious, isn't it?" Anyone could detect the sarcasm in his voice but I pretended to ignore it and nodded, " Damn right it is!"

As I finally managed to control myself, he rolled his eyes and started walking to the bedroom when I realized something.

" How will you sleep in those? I don't think jeans are comfortable to sleep in."

He looked kinda uncomfortable and said," That was kind of what I had come to ask you about"

I raised my eyebrows," Then, why didn't you say so?"

He looked even more uncomfortable, so I let it drop, " Never mind, follow me"

I went to my room and opened my cupboard and pulled out a T-shirt and a track-pant and handed them to him.

He raised his eyebrows," I'm pretty sure your clothes won't fit me."

I mimicked his look and replied," I'm pretty sure I know the size of my clothes and the clothes I gave you, since they do belong to me. I would suggest you go and try them before refusing."

I pointed towards the bathroom and he went inside, rolling his eyes.

A/N

Hey loves!

I'm sooooo sorry that the chapters are so short. I'll try to make them longer in the future. Promise. 

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-nattie