M A L I K
It was summer break.
My mom wouldn't stop bugging me to go home and see the family. But I didn't want to, they'd start asking me questions about if I'm seeing someone and I wasn't in the mood to get looks from them. It was quiet exhausting. My mother even went as far as to plan a double date with her friends son.
That's where I was from. An awkward dinner with someone who was barely my type just to get her off my back about it since I decided so many times. Thankfully we both didn't like eachother and declined to dead the awkward encounter.
I was tired.
My jeans felt tighter and my shoes felt too hot. I just wanted to take them off and lay on bed until I passed out but just my luck, I had locked my key in the apartment and I had to sit outside on the cold hard floor waiting for someone in management to open my door which I was starting to doubt would happen tonight since I'd been sitting for two hours and it was consideribly late.
I had no friends I could call and my family lived far. So I sighed and prepared to sleep on the floor.
I felt a shake on my shoulder and I sat up to find beautiful honey eyes looking at me. I hadn't seen him in three months.
Not that I was counting.
I felt an ache on my side as I sat up from the floor. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and let out a small yawn. This made the guy chuckle, I don't know why.
"What are you doing sleeping on the floor?" His soothing voice filled the air.
"I-I got l-locked out." I nervously replied looking down at my lap.
"That's too bad, how long did they say they'd take?"
"Thirty minutes, b-but that was t-three hours ago."
"You've been out here for three hours!" I nodded shyly. "Come wait in my place." It wasn't a request. He held out his hand for me to take and I reluctantly did. I was scared his boyfriend would not like me sleeping in his apartment.
C A L V I N
I had stayed at my mother's place for three months only coming to pick up clothes.
I couldn't sleep in that bed know what happened.
But after my emotions calmed down I figured it was time to go back. I sold almost everything in that apartment and replaced them with new ones I just couldn't use them anymore.
It was late like usual when I finally got home. I was tired and all I could think about was what to eat for dinner when I was met with the boy next door sleeping beside his door.
He looked so calm and at peace. He looked so beautiful. But the sight of him sleeping on the floor just made my empty heart hurt.
When he told me he was out there for three hours I struggled to contain myself. I demanded for him to come to my place leaving no room for discussion. He looked reluctant at first but complied anyway.
He walked in looking at everything with curious eyes. He sat down silently waiting for me as I changed in something comfortable I came back with a pair of sweatpants and a t and directed him to the bathroom to change or shower what ever he felt like.
After he left I organized dinner because the slice of leftover pizza was not an option now that I had company over.
He walked back in the living room timidly. My t shirt hugged him perfectly because we were roughly the same size.
He stood in the middle of the room shyly fiddling with his fingers, I almost cooed at him. Seeing a guy if that size acting shy was rare and was doing things to my heart.
"I hope you're hungry, I got us fried rice I hope you're not allergic to anything," I said as I gestured for him to sit.
"N-no" he replied.
He looked tense. As if he was waiting for someone to jump at him. I didn't like that at all.
"Where is..." He asked but I knew exactly who he was talking about.
"Oh, we broke up months ago." I said awkwardly scratch my arm.
"Oh," he looked a lot more relaxed now.
We ended up having dinner watching TV, he got so caught up in the movie and seemed to relax more and started talking to the characters on the screen I would laugh at his comments and he'd turn red almost as if he forgot I was there.
We ended up talking for hours and he told me about how his family lived far and he's studies at the university not so far from here.
He talked to me about his friends at home and how hard it is living alone. He seemed happy to finally have made a friend here which I was glad to hear.
And for the first time in a long time I fell asleep with a smile on my face with the thoughts of the boy next door who I've come to lean his name is Malik.