Amare aut mori conatur

I stood there gawking at Billie. My mind was jumping from scenario to scenario, denying what I'd just heard then accepting it. As I stood leaning against the door frame there was nothing I could say.
'Are you okay Gee?' Billie looked reproachful. I guess my look was giving away my thoughts. I knew I had a slight obsession with him, well just looking at him anyway, but I'd never thought for a second I needed him. I'd never even had the courage to speak to the guy. My mind was racing still. Had I ever called out Lindsey's name in my sleep? I blinked and shook my head.
'Yes sorry, just thinking.' Billie gave me a quizzical look for a moment, as if trying to untangle me in his mind to understand my emotions. He promptly gave up and put his gaze back down towards the papers on his desk, his eyes scanning and taking in the information he seemed besotted with.
'Yes, I can tell...' Billie replied eyes not leaving the papers. His manure and gesture concluded I should leave, I was wasting his time.
'Thanks for everything Billie.' I shouted to him and closed the door without a second thought towards the man. I ran a hand through my hair and tried to remember the number of Franks billet. I was debating whether or not to actually talk to the man considering the new light Billie had shed on my obsession with him. You have a girlfriend. The voice in the back of my mind reminded me of my current commitments. I suppose Billie would be hurt if I didn't thank him. I suppose Frank would be hurt if I didn't thank him. I just don't want to spark anything despite my obsession. After a while I made my way towards the 49th billet...

***

I knocked on the door of the alien billet to be greeted by a faint 'come in'. As I entered I started to think about the recurring nightmare. I should probably try to decipher the message of the demons that's been repeated since before I was in a relationship with Lindsey. What were the words? Amare aut mori conatur? I recognised the latin, but only one word 'mori'. Mori meant 'to die'. I shuddered at the whole message. Surely it was demonic. No teaching. No thoughts. Just a dream. Some dreams are made to scare.
I was relieved to find that there were only three people in the billet. I scanned round until I recognised his face. Next to him were Ray and Mikey. I sighed as I met Mikey's gaze.
'Hey Gee! How are you?' Mikey cried out with enthusiasm and happiness that seemed contradictory of the situation we were about to be thrown into.
'I'm fine Mikey.' I replied with slightly less enthusiasm. I looked at Frank who was lying down on his bed eating a large, green apple. He raised an eyebrow at me as if knowing I had come to thank him. I scratched the back of my neck, this was going to be awkward with Mikey and Ray in the room. Ray seemed to sense my lack of comfort.
'Hey Mikes.' Mikey turned his head towards Ray. 'Do you want to go find Billie?'
Mikey furrowed his eyebrows at this and flickered between looking at me and Ray. He then shrugged and nodded his head prompting the exit of the two.
I waited a couple of moments before saying anything to him.
'Hey, um, Frank I just wanted to thank you for everything.' I forced out.
'Hey, don't mention it.' Frank swatted his hand at me and took another bite out of his apple. I sighed and didn't know what to say next. How to start? I took a seat on the bed next to him and twiddled my thumbs.
'Um, can I ask you something?'
'Sure, anything.' Franks manor was cheerful and relaxed me.
'Why did you wink at me?' I blurted out. Frank blushed, his cheeks turning a bright scarlet colour, it was cute. Cute?! You have a girlfriend snap out of it.
'Maybe we share a mutual interest in each other.' Frank joked trying to recover from his blush, winking at me for the second time. Now it was my turn to blush. I knew instantaneously that this was his desired effect from the giggle that escaped him.
'Why?' Frank asked. I didn't know what to say. I hadn't prepared myself for that. I decided to just give the honest answer.
'Because I've thought about it. A lot.' I gave him a lopsided smile and hoped I didn't seem odd to him.
'Good.' He beamed back.
'Why's that good?' I half-teased. Did he just admit to liking me? In a relationship sort of way? Frank didn't answer, just took another bite out of the apple, shaking his head and admiring the fruit. His black fringe fell just far of his eyes. His eyes you could just melt in. They were perfect. You have a girlfriend. You are straight. I sighed. Why did half of me want this and half of me not?
'So what provoked you to actually talk to me?' Frank inquired seemingly curious as he stared at the fruit he was so besotted with. I didn't know how to answer so I just decided to come clean.
'I was calling your name as I slept...'

Notes

Ok, I'm sorry for no updates in ages, I have GCSE's and won't update until they're all over/until I find time. I also apologise for the shortness but I genuinely don't have enough time :/
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