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Roomies!

Are you sure you weren't imagining me having a sex dream about you?

I woke up and Frank was staring at me.
"Hey. I'm sorry but did you know that you talk in your sleep?" He said.
"I do now." I pulled the blankets up to my chin and he continued staring, I didn't mind though. It was cute.
"You said my name a lot." He smiled widely.
"I did? I don't remember." I said nonchalantly.
"And you've made sexual noises and I didn't want to wake you, it looked like you were having a nice time." HES BLUSHING!!!!1!!!!!!!!11!!!!1
"I don't remember doing any such thing. Are you sure you weren't imagining me having a sex dream about you?" I patted his head and picked up my clothes.
"What're you saying Gerard?" He knows I like him.
"Im saying,..." I looked over at him and licked my lips in a sexy way before standing up. "...that you might like me and you're saying this crap to make it seem like I like you back." Before he could say anything else, I ran out of the room to the boxes.
"Do you?" He FOLLOWED!!!!!!!!
"I need some coffee!" Ignore. This is what he gets for friendzoning me.
"Do you?" He asked again. I tried to look away but he used his hands to face him.
"Yeah. What about you?" I looked deep into his eyes.
"Yes! We're going to be such good friends!" He skipped into the kitchen leaving me by the clothes. But is that really all he thinks of me? A FRIEND!?! I know we just met but... I'm crazy about him. I need to know more.
"Do you like it here?" I asked.
"Yeah. I get a really nice view of the guy in the building across from us, he works out with his window wide open so I like watching him. I know it sounds really sad... but I'm not the type of guy to get out much." He said. He grabbed a small can of beer from the fridge and started drinking it right after he opened it.
"Does he notice?" I asked looking out the window. And yup. Across the street and straight ahead was a buff looking hot guy.
"Yeeeaaaaahhhhh... he notices. I think he might like me." He said taking another drink.
"What makes you say?" The guy looked over at me smiling and started lifting weights and I quickly went around the wall where he couldn't notice me.
"He stared back at me once for like 10 whole minutes and then we started talking. His name's Bert or something like that." HOLY SHIT! I used to date that guy in high school! Well... as a freshman anyways. Then he moved.
"Bert McCracken." I said at him. He nodded and handed me the beer. I took a drink and passed it back.
"Yeah....So who do you like?" He asked. Crap! He doesn't know I like him.
"Well you seem like a cool guy, I guess I like you Frank. I mean....yeah." He smiled and walked into the bedroom and laid down.
"You wanna find a bed right? I think the best place to find one is 4 blocks away or something. They sell furniture too. I'll come with you to get that couch." I walked back into the living room and started digging though my clothes to find my black skinny jeans and my my black shirt. I'd wear this because it's the best clothes I owned. I don't grasp anyone's attention.
As soon as I was done changing I put some eyeliner and put my shoes on. Frank was already ready, sitting on the couch all cute.
"Ready Buddy?" He said with a big cheesey smile.
"You need eyeliner." I pulled his wrist into the bathroom and put red eyeliner on him where he needed it and pulled him out before letting him see. His piercings looked cool.
"I don't wear makeup." He said shyly as we took the stairs.
"You look good." He rolled his eyes and continued skipping down the stairs.
"You didn't even let me see." He hit my arm playfully.
"Alrighty Frank, I'll buy your couch okay? Just pick the one you want and I'll buy it." We ran through the lobby and were on the street.
"We should cross the street safely. Hold my hand, I wouldn't want you getting hurt." He said and his fingers interlocked mine and he pulled me across the sidewalk happily. He squeezed a few times and I looked over at the cars waiting for us. Some ignored and some glared, it didn't matter though I guess.
Once we crossed the street he let go of my hand and speed-walked down the first block. He started talking about some movie and I didn't really listen. I was too busy watching his lips move around. The way he licked it a few times, and the way he stuck them out just makes me wanna-
"GERARD! ARE YOU OKAY? You hit that pole pretty hard." I looked up at Frankie as he rubbed my head and gave me a polite smile.
"Yeah. I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm fine now, I promise." God I'm embarressed.
He helped me to my feet and we started walking again.
"...and we can go see it tomorrow, okay?" He said. I think he was reffering to the movie again.
"Sure. What's it called again?"
"Dragon Slaying Zombie Hunting Death Row Getaways and the Artificial Mechanic Robots Part 4." Holy.
"Oh. What's it about?" He gasped and stopped walking.
"You mean you've never heard of Dragon Slaying Zombie Hunting Death Row Getaways and the Artificial Mechanic Robots? Really? They rock! I seen the first one during my senior year and the second on my first year of college and the third during my 3rd year. Now that the fourth is out... WOW! I get to see it with my new best friend Gerard!
"The name sounds longer than the movie." He held my hand as we crossed another street. I seen the furniture store from here.
"It's D.S.Z.H.D.R.G.A.M.R. for short." Still too long...
"That's more than the letters in my name." He let go of my hand and skipped circles around me.
"Child." I stopped him and we walked in the store.
"Hello Gentlemen. Can I help you?" An old man in a business suit asked.
"We're looking for a twin sized matress." I said, he walked over to the back and showed us a few. We laid on them and tried a bunch out, then I found...the one.
"I like this one. It's soft and firm all in one. I'll take it, and I'm waiting for my friend to find a couch for our house." I said.
"Roommate?" He said quietly.
"Yeah. I just moved in with him last night." We both looked over at silly Frankie talking about that dumb movie again with a worker.
"You like him." He whispered. I looked at him and he was smiling. Like he could read my mind.
"What do you-"
"You're eyes get dialated when you look at him, and when the time comes... it comes. It was like that with my wife. She used to be such a childish girl and she never knew I liked her until I told her." I looked back at him. He pointed over at a couch and the worker took a look at it with him.
"I think I'm in love with him. He's a perfect guy. His body, his face and he's so nice to me. I don't think he'll ever see that in me. I have scars on my wrists, I read comics and draw, he will never fall in love with me." He patted my back and we slowly walked towards him.
"You just gotta try." I walked over to Frank and he showed me the couch.
It was grey and soft.
"Alright. PARKER! JOHNSON! GET THE MATRESS AND COUCH LOADED UP!" Two nerdy men did so and we went to pay. I had a ton of money I'd saved up.
"Have a nice day you two. The guys'll pack your things at your appartment for you. Okay?" We turned around and went to the truck out front. 'Parker' and 'Johnson' were waiting and they made room for us.

Notes

I should really re-rate this.
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Oh yeah, Christian, I love the hair.

Comments

Update update UPDATE!!??! X

Bert McCracken? He's a fucking twig tho!!
Katy Katy
11/25/13