-Gear-

Jay burst into laughter. I sit there staring at him, he looks at my face and laughs harder. I shake my head and look at my computer screen, I slip my earbuds in.

He stops laughing and pulls the left bud out.

"It's not funny."

"It really is."

"How is it funny?"

"What's funny is you finally get it. Every-time I talk about my friends you're so astute and the voice of reason. But today you were actually in the middle of it, how does it feel?

"How did it feel?.. Really fucking awkward. Awkward and uncomfortable, and cringy."

"Exactly, now you know why I get frustrated and want them to hurry up and solve their problems."

"Yes, I get it. But it doesn't change the fact that everything takes time and you can't rush it."

His phone vibrates and he looks at the screen. He reads a text and looks up at me, "Clover is inviting us over to Arts dorm, she wants us to bring drinks, Want to go?"

"It's Thursday."

"Yeah so? We have a three-day weekend, so really its Friday."

"Hmm, no its Thursday, You can go yourself, I think I spent enough time with your friends for today."

"It won't be like it was earlier."

"How do you know?"

"Because Clover invited us over to Art's they obviously made up."

"And what about the whole boy love storyline is that wrapped up too?"

I look back at my computer screen and Jay slowly closes it and stares at me.
"Don't look at me like that I'm not going."

He stands up from my kitchen barstool and pulls me off mine by my wrist. Guess I have no choice in the matter. 

-Art-:

An hour after Clover and I makeup, Steel, Jay, Gear, and Fiat show up at my room with beers and food. 

Clover doesn't seem surprised but I am.

"How are we all supposed to fit in here? You should have told me Clover we could have gone out."

She shrugs. " I didn't want to go out delivery is much better."

Steel places the take-out bags on the coffee table and soon everyone's laughing, eating, and drinking. I feel kind of weird looking at them, all packed in my dorm room like sardines. Steel reaches over and tries to finger one of Gears' dimples, and Jay swats his hand away roughly. I laugh mostly to myself. My chest kind of hurts from loving these fools. 

Why do I always run away from them? The image flashes in my mind of Fiat's face the night I confessed. That's why. 

Steel shoves Jay over to sit beside me. 

"Jay won't let me touch his boyfriend's dimples let me touch yours." He doesn't wait for me to respond and starts poking his finger into my cheek. Usually, I would call him a name or punch him, but this time I let him.

He gets a kind of shocked look on his face, as I slowly start to smile at him. I realize the room got quiet. Everyone's looking at me.

"What?"

"You didn't hit me."

"Yeah.... I think I really missed you guys.... a lot. I just didn't realize it. So I'm giving you a free pass, you have exactly 5 seconds."

"If he gets to then I want to," Jay says positioning himself on his knees and reaching for my face.

Clover swats his hand away, "Me first!"

And soon all four idiots are jumping on me, fighting over my face. We end up in a five-way bear hug, with them all kissing my cheeks. 

I wasn't watching the clock and it got late very quickly. Jay and Gear left yawning. I made sure to apologize for earlier and told Gear to come back and see me in the club next week. I looked over and Clover was asleep on my bed. Steel took over the loveseat. 

"You're not going home?" He shakes his head and stretches out on the small couch, his long legs dangling off the side. Fiat is sitting on the floor beside Clover. 

"Want me to wake her up?"

"No."
I step into my bed and slightly roll her towards the far right side. I pick up a small throw blanket and hand it to Fiat. 

"Give this to Steel."

He tosses it and it lands on his stomach.

I scoot to the far left side of the bed and tap the middle. Fiat's eyebrows shoot up. He looks around and points a finger at himself.

"Alright sleep on the floor then, or better yet leave."

"No, no. I'm very thankful Mr. Art"

He quickly climbs in beside me and I turn to sleep on my side. 

-Clover-

I woke up feeling really cold. Why is the air conditioning so low? I open my eyes and the first thing I see is Steel staring back at me from the small loveseat. I slowly sit up, he looks behind me and I follow his gaze. 

Fiat is cuddling Art and the comforter is wrapped around them. The least they could have done was not hog the covers. 

I look back at Steel, and he shrugs. I stand up and step off of the mattress and head straight for the balcony and Steel follows. I wait for him to slide the glass door shut.

"Well, that isn't embarrassing at all," I say sarcastically. 

"I think you're taking it rather well."

" How else can it take it?"

"Anyone would be rageful. How do you feel?"

"Used to it. They could have at least given me some of the comforter." 

I don't know why, but I start laughing. Steel gives me a concerned look, that makes me laugh harder and soon he's laughing too. He laughs too loudly, and I smack his arm and shush him.

"Why did you laugh so loud? You'll wake them up!"

"Why shouldn't we?"

"Cause it will be more awkward if we do."

"More awkward than this?"

I shake my head and look out into the courtyard. I got an idea.

-Steel-

Clover nods at me and lays into her sleep position. I wait a few seconds and throw the paper ball in my hand at Fiat's head. His head instantly pops up. He looks sleepy and confused. I cough and he looks at me. I look over at Clover who is pretending she's asleep, he follows my gaze. Then looks at his position. 

Yes, moron, you're fucking up. My eyes widen telling him, move you fucking idiot. He sits up between the two, first looking down at Art, then at Clover. He turns his body to wrap his arms around Clover. Before he can touch her she stretches her arms out and pretends to yawn as if she's just waking up.

Gee, whizz she really is an actress! 

Fiat sits up in the bed and looks down at her as she sits up and starts rubbing her eyes. She turns to face him, 

"Oh, babe you're awake already?"

He nods slowly. She looks from him to me. 

"Does anyone mind if I use the bathroom first?" She stands up, steps off the mattress, and heads to the bathroom. What a performance.