Shy Housemates (closed)

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It was a small house, near campus, that my family had owned for a couple generations. My father had lived in it when he went to school here at Golden State University, as had my grandfather. We rented it out to students when we didn't have family attending who could use it, but now that I was attending college here, it was all mine.

Nothing fancy. Two bedrooms, a small kitchen, living room and bathroom. A basement. The front and back yards were small as well. Like I said, nothing fancy.

I'd always been the quiet, studious type. A nerd, I guess. I spent my free time at the local comics and games shop a few blocks away, mostly playing the Magic collectible card game, which I'd been playing and collecting for years. Those damn cards comprised the only real mess in my room, really.

I had a housemate, too. Her name was Gwen. Her rent took care of the utilities and such. I had been pretty picky about who I let move in; she was studious, quiet, and nerdy like me. And so we had a peaceful, quiet house. We didn't talk much. I think we were both painfully shy. She was quite attractive, though. That certainly didn't help with my shyness!

It was a Friday night. I had just won the small weekly Magic tournament at the comics shop, and was feeling quite good about myself. A lot of time, study, and preparation had finally paid off. My buddies from the shop wanted to celebrate, and we wound up enjoying quite a few pitchers of beer at a nearby pub called "the Library".

I didn't party much at all. This kind of night out was really the extent of it, and it didn't happen often. The alcohol helped me come out of my shell a good bit though. Buoyed by my own success at the tournament, I was enjoying a surge of uncommon self-confidence and bravado. I even flirted with a couple of the girls at the bar, though walked away without any phone numbers.

It was a bit of a stumble back to the house, but not too far. It was just after midnight when I got there, and couldn't help but notice that Gwen's light was still on in her room. I opened the front door and called out to her.

"Gwen? You home? It's just me, Tommy," I said, shutting the door behind me. I'd picked up a twelve-pack of beer along the way, so I headed for the kitchen to stash it in the fridge...

Tommy
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Gwen
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[prettyserpentine]

I had just finished writing my American Literature essay and put on Netflix on the laptop and opened my second bottle of red wine. My roommate Tommy had gone out with some of his friends to a tournament and since it was almost 12:30am, I figured he was staying at a friend's. It made me sort of smile, I'd seen his collection of Magic cards although he was pretty shy about it. I couldn't believe a guy like him would be into that. When I moved into the house, he had seemed like more of a jock. But I guess a Literature student should know better than to judge a book by its cover.

He was hot. So hot. And he was kinda nerdy too which was cool. Not that we ever talked about that sort of stuff though. Our conversations were sort of sparse, usually it revolved around "Do you want me to pick up some cereal?" or maybe "Would you mind if I watched something on the TV tonight?" I had kind of claimed this big comfy chair in the corner, with a little bookcase some of my volumes had sneaked into. I had a few little candles and ornaments, it was my little corner. Sometimes, when I fell asleep there reading, I'd wake up and the candles would have been safely blown out, there'd be a blanket over me, and my glasses would have been removed and set on the bookshelf.

Anyway. It was kind of late, I'd been working since lunchtime on the essay. It wasn't due for another week, but it gave me time to amend anything I felt I'd rambled on about. I tend to do that, especially when I write. Especially about books. Yes. I'm a total geek. But it's okay, apparently geeks are in.

I had 'Hocus Pocus' on the laptop. It was early October, and I had a sort of Halloween build-up ritual. Horror movies were my thing. I was a huge horror fan, and this movie was my guilty little pleasure. It was no Event Horizon or The Exorcist, but it was a great way to start off my movie month marathon. I'd tied my long dark hair up in a messy bun and was wearing a Muppets tee and a pair of hipster shorts. Classy, I know. And it was that part of the movie where Bette Midler is singing in the middle of the party. The "I Put A Spell On You" part, you know the one. So she's singing, I'm singing, dancing, glass of wine in hand and glasses askew, a regular sight.

I didn't even hear the door close as I belted out the lyrics, wiggling my butt and pointing at the laptop.

 

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I closed the front door behind me; beyond the little foyer was our living room, and therein I was greeted with quite the sight! My housemate Gwen, dancing and singing "I Put a Spell on You" (one of my all-time favorite Creedence tunes, I might add) with a glass of wine in hand. I stood there and smirked, enjoying the show for a minute.

Gwen was quite the looker, though she never seemed to play it up. I rarely saw her with make-up or dressed up or anything, and she was still just drop-dead gorgeous. Even in the morning, her long dark hair in a messy bun as she ate breakfast with her feet tucked under her pert bum, I found her just insanely attractive.

She had an hourglass figure to die for, but she wasn't the kind of girl to flaunt it at all. I guess she was a lot like me; she didn't want the attention, she just wanted to be left to her studies and hobbies and small group of friends.

I set the beer down as the song came to an end and pulled one of the bottles out. "So, you gonna put a spell on me?" I asked with a smile, giving her a flirty (and completely out of character) wink.

 

[prettyserpentine]

I was not expecting to see Tommy standing there at all. When he spoke, I squealed. Thank God my glass was only half full or I'd have tipped it all over myself! I was a little embarrassed. I'd kind of turned the coffee table into a girl zone with nail polish, wine and chocolates. Well, maybe the huge old battered leather copy of Frankenstein could redeem me.

"Oh my God, Tommy! You scared the shit out of me!" I clapped my hand over my chest, my heart racing. He winked at me and the fact he was trying to flirt totally passed me by.

I tried to play it cool, and kind of brushed off the fact that he had just caught me making a total fool out of myself. I pushed my glasses up on my nose as he made a comment about me putting a spell on him. Like he'd ever look twice at a four-eyes like me.

I snorted with laughter. "Put a spell on you? You'd probably roll a natural 20 and resist it..." I laughed at my little joke and eyed him up and down. Of course, he looked delectable. I poured another glass of wine, making a mental note that maybe I should not bother with another bottle, and I let the movie go on in the background while I sat down on my chair, looking up at him as he propped up the doorway.

"So how did the tournament go?" I took a sip of wine, glancing over the top of my glasses at him.

 

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I was about to make a comment about voluntarily failing my saving throw, but then she asked me about the tournament, and my eyes lit up. I took a drink of my beer and walked into the room, smiling at her, and probably strutting a little bit. She was one of those girls that just made eyeglasses look really sexy, and I felt myself drawn to her, wanting to be closer to her.

I carefully cleared a little area on the coffee table and set my messenger bag down; all my necessary Magic cards and accessories were inside. "Oh man, it was great!" I said. I was still buzzing from my victory and eager to tell the tale, and in my drunken state immediately started rambling! "There were about thirty people there to play tonight, which is a pretty good crowd for our shop. It was a constructed, standard tournament, so you have to build and bring your own deck to play with. I don't usually play Standard, but a new set just came out and the metagame is just so wide open that there's a lot of different strategies that can be successful... So I built this fun, janky-ass deck with cards that don't normally see a lot of constructed play and it... Was. Awesome! It really made me think though, and I was exhausted by the end of it and just running on adrenaline but I just kept winning! Oh my God, there were like five times I had only one out to survive a particular situation and I totally drew just the card I needed to save my ass and take over!"

I took another drink of my beer, reliving my night. "And so I kept winning and then bam I was in the finals... Boy that was tense! He had me down to like two life but I managed to stabilize and make just the right sequence of plays and took him down in style!"

I took another drink and blinked, looking at Gwen. I blushed a bit. "That was probably more about Magic than you ever wanted to know," I chuckled, feeling myself get a bit nervous again. Shyness creeping in. I took another drink and gulped it down.

 

[prettyserpentine]

I giggled as he started raving about his victory, and I was excited for him at the same time. It was nice to have something to be so passionate about. And as he got more and more animated, his eyes lit up and he just got so....cute? Maybe that wasn't the right word at all. But I couldn't help but smile.

He seemed to get a little embarrassed or something, and when he took a drink of his beer, I sank some of my wine.

"That was probably more about Magic than you ever wanted to know."

I looked up, wide-eyed and opened my mouth to say no, almost forgetting I had wine in there and I promptly drooled half of it down my chin.

Oh. My. God. I clamped my hand over my mouth, swallowed, wiped myself off before my face turned the same colour as my wine. "Oh... I am so sorry... I am so clumsy sometimes..." GOD! It was running down my neck and everything! I managed to grab a napkin and clear it before it ventured anywhere further south. I shook my head incredulously, blushing furiously. "I was going to say no... but I guess you and me are a whole different class of geek. I don't know much about cards. But hey... I achieved something pretty exciting tonight!" I pointed to the laptop. "Finished my Lit essay. A week before it's due." I raised my eyebrows, so mock-impressed with myself. "I know, right?" I giggled again.

I felt a lull in conversation. God, I felt awkward. "Ummm, I suppose I should explain the Hocus Pocus, right?" I gestured at the laptop again, took another mouthful of wine. And swallowed. Go me.

 

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I had to giggle a bit at her clumsiness, spilling her drink on herself. I felt a lot of relief when she said it was okay that I had rambled on about the cards. My eyes definitely lingered on her chest, watching the wine dribble downwards.

She's got really nice tits, I thought, and the thought alone was enough to make me blush a bit! "That's awesome you got your paper done! I can never work that far ahead," I said. "I'm a total procrastinator. I'd rather play with my cards," I chuckled.

"And I love this movie! Hocus Pocus! We would always watch it at Halloween time when I was a kid! C'mon, scoot over, I can't see well from here," I said, half-stumbling with my beer towards her big cozy armchair and sitting on the arm. "There's room enough for both our butts," I said, nudging her a bit with my arm.

 

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I giggled and made a 'squee' noise as he plopped into the chair beside me. He was warm, and I guess the alcohol made it easier to be comfortable. I pulled my knees up and leaned against him. He was pretty solid. I cradled my glass of wine close as I grinned widely, watching the movie unfold on my laptop screen. It was the bit where the kids lured the three witches into the furnace. I jumped, my legs flying out as I pointed at the screen.

"Oh come on! I always knew they would totally come back from this!" I looked around at him, he was grinning too and I felt like we were connecting. After almost two months of us living together. It was nice, really nice! I grinned at him broadly and curled my knees up again so my feet were kind of tucked under his right leg.

I kept my eyes on the screen, taking another mouthful of wine. The third bottle was winning the deliberation. I was pretty sure I only had one glass left in bottle number two.

"So... What else do you do for fun when you aren't making other geeks cry into their gaming sets?" I smirked into my glass, looking at the laptop where the talking cat was making some speech. Well, it's wasn't 'some' speech. I knew it word for word but you'd never hear me admit it.

 

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"For fun? What's more fun besides Magic? Well, sex, but..." I blushed immediately! Apparently I was drunk enough to blurt out anything! "But it's a lot easier to get someone to play Magic with me... Umm, oh, I'm a music major, so there's that. Probably why you see me with the headphones on all the time," I said.

I did have a couplep of instruments in my room, my electric guitar (a really sweet Les Paul style axe, solid black) and a keyboard. I always played them with headphones on, though, unless I had the house to myself. I was a bit self-conscious about my skill level, and a perfectionist to boot. And never good at performing in front of people. Recording was one thing, but live pressure was just not for me.

"Uhm, what else... There's a weekly D&D game I play in at the comic book shop, and sometimes I'll play a pick-up game of basketball at the campus gym, but not often." I took a drink off my beer, trying to forget my earlier slip of the tongue. "But mostly just Magic," I chuckled. "It's one of those hobbies that just grabs you and drags you down the rabbit hole."

Her closeness was intoxicating in her own way. This was our first real conversation, and we were both fairly intoxicated; she was well into her wine, and I had had plenty of beer. We were in close quarters on the chair; the only way for me to get really comfortable with my broad shoulders was to slip an arm around behind her... which I figured was okay due to how she was nestling up close to me.

"What about you?" I asked.

 

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"Me?" I smirked. "Well, sex too, I mean obviously... Don't you just see the men lining up around the block?" I waved a hand dismissively. "Naaah... I love reading. It's my thing. I'll read anything, but I like horror. Same with movies and stuff. My friends always said I had a head full of useless junk that was only good for pub quizzes." I smiled, reaching over and rising off the seat a little as I poured another glass of wine, thus emptying the bottle.

"I used to play the piano, and sometimes I sing karaoke, but that's about as musical as I get. But... maybe sometime I could sneak in on one of your D&D games? I haven't done one since I moved up here. I used to have a really wicked level 26 drow warrior. I loved it, it's so imaginative..." I took a drink, and sort of got lost in remembering. "But yeah, books. I'm a book girl. I mean, librarian? Perfect job." I smiled.

His arm was around me. I told myself he was just getting comfortable. I mean, this was his house. I flushed a little, biting my lip and I noticed the movie was winding up. The cat had died and it's ghost was talking to the girl. My eyes welled up. "Ugh... Every. Damn. Time." I wiped a hand over them and giggled as the credits started to roll. "Do you want to watch something else? Or are you hungry? I had Chinese for dinner, I saved some if you fancy splitting it." I bounced on the chair excitedly. Stupid wine, making me sociable. "Chinese and a movie! Or... More wine and a movie, maybe..." My glass was down to half again. "How did that happen?”

 

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I smirked as she talked about her love of books. "Yeah, you've got a nice collection here. I keep mine in my room... But maybe I should set my bookcase up out here? You don't mind if my D&D tomes collude with your gothic horror, do you?" I laughed a bit. I watched as she drained her wine bottle, and finished my beer at the same time.

My eyes lit up when she asked to join us for D&D, though! "You can totally tag along for D&D anytime!" I replied quickly. "We play on Thursday nights."

I couldn't help but snuggle her a bit when she teared up at the end of the film. She felt really good in my arms like this. I could definitely get used to it, but I had a feeling this was only happening because we were both fairly intoxicated. I wasn't going to complain though!

"Definitely wine and a movie!" I said. "I'm all for it. I had plenty of greasy food at the pub after the tournament, so I'm stuffed. Speaking of..." I sniffed my shirt. "Yuck. I still smell like smoke from the bar. Okay, let me put some pajamas on and you can get your wine and we'll pick something out?" I asked her, sliding my arm out from behind her and pushing myself up out of the chair.

 

[prettyserpentine]

As he wandered off upstairs, I went into the kitchen, and stuck some popcorn into the microwave. It always made me think of the start of the movie 'Scream'. One time my brother had called when I was making popcorn and he'd scared the hell out of me. I shook my head, remembering him. He used to do the dumbest stuff. I took a deep breath and uncorked my third bottle. Pinot noir. I loved it. That niggling little voice of reason in the back of my head was asking me if I was absolutely sure this was a good idea... I poured the wine, and then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and carried them in to the coffee table. That ought to keep Reason quiet.

While the microwave was still humming, I let my hair down. I'd washed it earlier, and it was all wavy because I hadn't bothered straightening it. I frowned, and quickly fashioned it into two braids that hung over my shoulders. Better. The microwave beeped and I emptied the popcorn into a bowl. It was butter, my favourite. On my way out of the kitchen, I grabbed another beer for Tommy and closed the door with my hip.

"I got you another beer!" I called up the stairs as I set the popcorn and beer on the coffee table, and cleared my junk away. I pulled the little crocheted blanket off the back of my chair and plumped the pillows on the couch. It was a three-seater. I honestly didn't know where to sit, but I figured more room would be better, I mean, Tommy wasn't exactly a tiny guy... But I found myself thinking back to the way he had kind of snuggled me at the end of Hocus Pocus.

Boldly, I sat between the first and second cushions. Yeah, I was definitely throwing myself out there. What a hussy. I giggled and drank another mouthful of wine. I felt a little bad that if neither of us were tipsy this probably wouldn't be happening, and frowned, wondering if it was just the booze. I overthink things.

"Tommy! Hurry up! I'm ready for you now!" I slapped my hand over my mouth. "I mean I'm ready! For the movie! And I made popcorn! And beer! Well, I didn't make the beer, but..."

Nice, Gwen. Smooth.

 

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I had headed up to my room and quickly peeled off my shirt and jeans. The cigarette smoke from the bar was just... Blech. But oh well. That's the price of a good time, I suppose. Standing in my briefs, I quickly searched through my dressers for something to wear, making a mess in the process. I heard Gwen calling me; she had my beer ready. What a sweetheart!

I grabbed pajama pants. They were black with little skulls and crossbones on them. I threw on a thin black tee-shirt. It was a touch too tight, because I'd had it for years and I'd filled out a bit since high school. But still, it was a favorite, an old Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon shirt.

I made my way back down the stairs, and saw that she had relocated to the sofa. Sitting right smack in the middle of the first and second cushion. I walked towards her, not sure where to sit. Clearly, one side of the couch was wide open... And the other was perfect for another snuggle. And she did have her laptop positioned so it was facing the snuggly side!

I grabbed my beer off the coffee table, still standing. "Find anything good?" I said, grabbing a handful of popcorn and stuffing it in my mouth as I plopped into the small space next to her, between her and the arm of the sofa!

 

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"'Course I did. I have incredible taste," I said, winking at him and biting my lip to suppress a giggle. "I'm not sure what kind of Halloween movies you like, so I stuck to the classics. We've goooot...umm, let's see..." I leaned forward and peered at the list on my laptop. Completely (to my utter shame) forgetting that leaning over meant giving poor Tommy a prime view of my bottom. "What about we start the proceedings off with something a little light. Say, a little bit of Night of the Living Dead? The original, of course."

Shit. Now I sounded like a film snob. I clicked play and sat back down beside him, pulling the blanket over my knees and settling the popcorn in front of us. He was wearing a Pink Floyd shirt, a kind of tight one that I couldn't help but notice. So unfair. Why couldn't I live with a stereotypical nerd, instead of a hot one? I found myself mentally going through my clothes to see if I owned anything girly. It wouldn't matter, I couldn't be seductive in a million years.

I whispered a little. Obviously with great respect to Mr Romero. "I should have explained my whole Halloween tradition. Every October, I try to watch decent Halloweenie movies. My brother and I used to do it. He's my twin. He loved the time of year. And it's our birthday, too." I had some popcorn, pushing my glasses up on my nose. Then I really embarrassed myself by starting to quote the lines I knew.

"They're coming to get you, Barbara..."

I looked around at Tommy with a shy, kind of embarrassed smile, and mouthed 'Sorry'.

 

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When she leaned forward to look at her screen, I couldn't help but notice the lovely view of her tush that was offered up! I took the opportunity to slide my arm behind her, and was happy when she nestled in next to me as the movie started.

"No worries," I leaned in and whispered back to her. God we were close. It would be so easy to just kiss her... But she's probably slap me or something, and then everything would be really awkward!

I leaned forward and grabbed her bottle of wine, and refilled her glass, then took a drink of my own beer.

I was starting to get rather drunk at this point. It was a touch difficult to focus on the screen, but I was really more focused on the girl in my arm. I finished my beer.

"Damn, I need another," I said, reluctant to get up.

 

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I glanced down at his empty bottle and groaned inwardly. I liked him nestled up beside me. He was warm, and strong and god knows it had been ages since I had been close to a man in any sort of way. I sighed, moving away so he had room to get up. My head spun.

"Oh god... I'm kinda drunk..." I whispered as the people in the movie were crying and screaming in the basement. I put my hand up to my head. "We should probably call it a night after this, Tommy."

He looked a little drunk too and I got momentarily entranced by the way his dark hair shone in the dim light. I looked at him dreamily. I wonder what he felt like to kiss...

I bit my lip. I couldn't have thoughts like that. But he was sitting right here, with his arm around me. It was just the alcohol. Had to be. I sort of pouted as he got out of his seat and looked at him over the rim of my glasses, as sexily as I could. I would blame it on the wine, of course.

 

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I reluctantly stood up, the room spinning a bit. Yeah, I was drunk. That wasn't gonna stop me from having one or two more though!

"Drunk is good!" I said, smiling at her. "We're celebrating! You got your paper done and I won my tournament!" It sounded good to me. I looked at her, entranced by her grey eyes staring me down from just above her glasses. "I, uh, I'll be right back," I said, breaking my eyes away from hers. God she was gorgeous! And I knew it wasn't just the alcohol talking.

I went and grabbed two beers out of the fridge and headed back, cracking one open along the way. She had just set her wine glass down on the coffee table when I got back. I was intent on sliding right back into the spot I was in before, cuddling her.

I was not, however, intent on stubbing my toe on the foot of the coffee table, stumbling, and spilling my beer all over her shirt!

"Oh, fuck, I'm so sorry!" I gasped, kneeling down next to her, my face flushed with embarrassment, and trying really, really hard not to look at the way her thin tee-shirt clung to the bra beneath!

 

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It was cold. Really cold. I was hyper-aware of my soaked, clingy shirt, and more hyper aware of the cold causing my nipples to stick out. I clapped my hands over my chest, immediately going scarlet.

"It's okay... Could have happened to anyone...um..."

The braids of my hair were soaked too, and I could feel foamy beer on my neck, on my tummy and even over my legs.

I. Was. Humiliated. First my sorry attempt at beings seductive had scared him out of the room and now this. My head spun as I got up, wobbling a little and leaning on the arm of the couch to steady myself.

"I should shower, I suppose." I half smiled, it was obvious he felt bad. "It's okay, Tommy. I'm just sorry you wasted your beer." I turned to leave the room, and giggled, lifting the remainder of the bottle. "There's a half left..."

I grinned as I tipped it over his shirt and watched it cling to his chest before running up the stairs to the bathroom. "So not wasted!"

 

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I was too much in shock to dodge her pour when she dumped the rest of my beer on me!

"Yeah, I deserved that," I groaned, and sat down on the floor as she scurried away giggling. Ugh. Talk about your all time epic fails. Now I really had zero chance with her!

I hit the pause button to halt the movie, and leaned back against the couch. I peeled my shirt off and used it to wipe up the remaining beer... and then cracked open my other one and took a drink. The room was spinning a bit, so I was in no hurry to get up. I heard the water for the shower upstairs come on.

She would probably just got to bed after her shower. I needed a shower too. I took another drink and slowly lifted myself off the floor. I found my feet and made my way towards the stairs, and soon successfully navigated them. Our bedrooms were across the hallway from each other, and I made my way to mine.

I sat down on my bed, wet shirt in hand. I tossed it on the floor. Ugh. I was feeling totally dejected. Everything had been going awesome and then... Just, ugh. I found another pair of pajama pants and boxers and waited til I heard the shower shut off, sitting at my desk in front of my blank computer screen. I grabbed my guitar and drunkenly strummed on it to pass the time... then grabbed a pen and started scribbling some lyrics.

 

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When I got out of the shower I could hear low strumming. My wet hair hung about halfway down my back in half curled waves. I listened to the strumming, as it was punctuated by little periods of silence. I wrapped myself up in my long towel dressing gown and tiptoed down the hall to his door.

He was strumming on his guitar, and the silence was the moments that he was writing things down. I smiled, leaning against the doorway with my arms folded. I stood there in silence for a few minutes until I noticed my hair was dripping all over his carpet. I blushed scarlet.

"Oh... I got your floor all wet..." I blinked a little hazily, my glasses were in my room. My eyes peered at him and I bit my lip. "Sorry." I looked at the damp carpet. "Your, um, your guitar is really very good you know."

I moved back into the hall and pointed at the shower before stumbling into the light stand. "Ohhhh oops! Umm... I showered, so..." My brain was hazy and the next words fell out and I just couldn't take them back. "You could have come too..."

I blinked. "Or... You could shower now! Umm... Oh shit..."

 

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I had just been writing a song, about missed opportunities in love and such, completely inspired by the nights events so far. About feeling on top of the world and unbeatable and then having it all crash down around you. It had a nice melody I'd been working on for a while, and the words just seemed to flow.

I was pulled out of my creative revery when Gwen spoke to me. I had no idea she was standing there listening, and I turned a bit red at her compliment. "It's okay, and, thanks," I said, smiling softly at her. She was apparently still as drunk as I was, as she proceeded to stumble into the upright lamp and giggle, grabbing it to keep it from falling over. I stood up and took a few steps towards her, grabbing the light, my hand closing over hers, and then I really turned red when she said I could have showered with her!

"Uhh..." I said, at a momentary loss for words.

That would have been absolutely amazing. I smirked, and these confident words spilled out of my own mouth before I could be too self-conscious to stop them: "Well, I certainly won't complain if you feel the need to shampoo your hair again while I'm in there!" I winked at her and grabbed my clothes, and slid past her, heading towards the bathroom.

 

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The way his hand had closed over mine made my hair stand on end. His skin was warm, and his hand completely covered mine. I gulped, batting my eyelids and looking up at him. He was almost a head taller than me when I was barefoot. I smiled.

When he went into the bathroom, I stood for a moment, my hand against the door. I heard the shower turn on, and I chastised myself.

'Come on Gwennie, he didn't know what to say when you practically threw yourself at him. Face it, he just wants to be friends. You have had way way too much wine.'

I nodded, resolved, and went into my bedroom where I threw on a pair of light blue pyjamas, and my glasses. I went downstairs and tidied up, put that fateful third bottle (there was still half left) away, got a couple of bottles of water, my laptop, and headed back upstairs after switching off all the lights. I set one bottle of water in Tommy's room, on his nightstand. When I went back into my own room, I closed the door and leaned against it, exhaling loudly. I am such an idiot.

I snapped open the laptop and set it on my nightstand. The window was open a little, and the moonlight streamed in through the net blinds. My bed was a double, and I had a modest walk-in closet, a chest of drawers, a tall bookcase and my desk which sat at the window. I pressed play and the movie started up again. I kept looking at my door, and figured why the hell not. I switched on the little silvery fairy lights that wound around my metal bed head and I opened the door, just enough for Tommy to know I was awake. Then I lay on top of my bed and got sucked back into the movie.

 

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I got in the shower and quickly went about my business... well, as quickly as I could, considering my intoxication level. Sometimes I liked to linger in the shower and just soak. Not tonight though. I knew better than to think that Gwennie would take me up on my offer, although the thought that she might definitely made my dick a little hard!

I shook the thought away. Gwen was a pretty awesome girl. I could already tell that she had placed me firmly in the "friend zone", though. God, I hope she doesn't think I'm gay. Panic gripped me for a moment. Jesus, maybe that was the problem! It's not like I ever brought any women home. Or went on dates.

I shut off the water, dried off, slid on my boxers and the pajama pants. She was probably already asleep, right? I sighed. It was hopeless. I opened the door and went out to the hallway... And saw the dim lights coming from her room, her door open.

Curiosity got the better of me.

I stopped in at her door.

"Hey," I said, offering a soft smile. "Sorry I spilled beer all over you."

 

[prettyserpentine]

I pushed my glasses up a little and smiled warmly. At his face. Definitely not the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. My mouth went kind of dry.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I threw beer all over you." I blushed a little. I did feel bad about that. I sat up on the bed, cross-legged and gestured at the laptop. "I'm watching the rest of the movie if you want to join me." I lifted my bottle of water. "I left one in your room. Guess we should try and stave off our hangovers." I tilted the computer and sat back against the headboard, the light from the little fairy lights winking off my glasses.

I started to wonder about Tommy. He was kind of comfortable in his own skin. Especially with a couple of drinks in him. It made him confident. If I didn't kind of know him a little, he'd have been so hard to figure out. I wondered if he had a girlfriend that he kept a secret. He couldn't be gay. Could he? It'd be just my luck if he was, but then that had happened with my last boyfriend, kind of the reason I steered away from men. It was a major dent to my confidence.

I scooted over on the bed a bit, kind of preparing myself for Tommy to say he was going to call it a night.

 

[StFornicate]

"Yeah, let's finish it! And water... is an excellent idea," I said, smiling at her. She was so sweet and thoughtful. I quickly stumbled back to my room and grabbed the bottle of water, and made my way back to her door. I opened it and took a drink and walked towards her bed.

She was inviting me into her bed. I took another drink and replaced the cap on the bottle. I took a deep breath and slid onto her bed. She had made enough room for me to sit comfortably next to her. I lay down next to her, propping myself up on an elbow so I could see the screen. I glanced over at her. Her pajama top buttoned up in front, but the way she was sitting, I was granted s glimpse of cleavage between the buttons from my vantage point.

I gulped and averted my eyes back to the movie. "What did I miss?"