Page 6 of Loud Hot Roomie
“Right,” he says with a grunt and hightails it out of my room.
His door closes with a loud bang. I peek out the window, pleased to see it overlooks the pond and all the neighbors around us. The room is small, but it’s mine. No parents to tell me I’m being dumb for quitting college. No rules. I like it.
Seconds later, Derek returns, regrettably with a shirt on. I hope his walking around topless is a thing he does because I certainly won’t complain. It’s his fault if it accidentally gets him licked.
“Ready?”
I nod and follow after him, again enjoying his cute butt. I’m unsure of this guy’s sexual orientation or preference, but uncertainty’s never stopped me before.
You can’t hit on your roommate, Riko.
Since when do I listen to anyone? Never. Not even to myself.
“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun living together,” I tell him when we’re back in the living room.
He cocks his head to the side as if he’s studying an alien creature. “Fun?”
“Yeah, man. Ever heard of it?”
“I know what fun means,” he grumbles. “Just don’t see how we’ll do it together.”
I waggle my eyebrows at him. “I can teach you.”
Rather than dignifying me with a reply to my words that are wrapped in innuendo, he snatches his keys off an end table and stalks out the door.
I’m about to teach him a whole lot…
Derek
This was a bad idea.
A really fucking bad idea.
What was I thinking?
Money. Or, lack thereof. That’s what got me into this mess. A week into it and I’m regretting my decision to let Riko move in.
Seriously, how can one man be so messy?
It’s the ass crack of dawn and I’m staring at a sink full of dishes, sticky shit spilled and left on the counter, and Amazon delivery boxes piled up on top of the trash can like it’s a game of Jenga.
I was asleep and this fool somehow was able to dirty up the kitchen within an eight-hour time frame. The note I wrote to him yesterday—about the shoes left by the front door that are a tripping hazard—has been left on the kitchen table. Not ignored, though. No, Riko took the time to draw a fucking penis with the words LOL shooting out of it.
I can’t live like this.
What are my options?
Track down the single mom with three kids?
One kid is one too many, apparently. There’s no way I could deal with three of them.
That’s where I try desperately to understand him. He’s just a college kid living on his own for the first time. Maybe he just needs a little guidance.If only he would fucking listen…
I’m already dressed in my brown uniform and ready for work, with a little time to spare before I go in, so I figure this time isas good as any to have a come to Jesus meeting with my roomie. With a sigh of resignation, I stride out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I rap on his closed door with my knuckles.
No answer.
After multiple attempts to get him to answer, I open his door, irritation driving me forward. Almost instantly, I regret my decision. There’s so much chaos going on all at once I don’t know where to look first.
