Milo
I pull out my phone and look at the text messages. This was the house, right? I look at the address, then back at my phone.
Yep, this is the address
I park my car in the drive way before getting out and grabbing my bags out of the back seat. Making my way up to the porch I ring the door bell, and not even 30 seconds later the door opens to reveal Cameron Preston.
I immediately pulled him into a tight hug, and he happily hugged me back. I haven’t seen him in 3 to 4 years. Last time we saw each other was at
Horizon Side camp. I didn’t even get to give him a proper goodbye.
“Dude I’ve fricking missed you.” He hugged tighter than I expected, now crushing me.
But I gave a light hearted laugh.
“Still not curing?”
“Nope.” He said pridefully as he let me go. He saw the bags I had and took them from me.
“I’ll take these to the room I’ve assigned you.”
Just like I expected, he didn’t change that much.
Obviously he looked older, but he was almost the same from 3 years ago. He was my cabin’s leader, so he naturally acted like a leader.
I went to my car and grabbed the last few bags before locking my car and striding inside the house. The house was bigger on the inside. It looked like he either just put furniture in here or he kept it extra clean in here. Knowing him, he kept it extra clean.
He jogged down the stairs and came up to me.
“Come on, I’ll show you your room.”
“Dude, how can you afford this?” I chirp and I walk up the stairs, counting each one in my head. There were 24 stairs, when in average houses there are 14 to 16.
“Saving, working part-time at a trading company, and winning 100k on the lottery really helped.” My jaw completely dropped to my feet. He was literally winning in life. Lottery? What the hell?
“How are you working at a company? Aren’t you like 19 or 20?” I questioned confusedly as he opened the door to my room, which already had a bed and a dresser inside. My bags were on top of the bed.
“I took college classes all through highschool. And I’m taking college classes now, I’m trying to get my PhD.” He further explained, and I can’t believe I’m just now knowing this. Then something sparks in my head and whip my head around to him before he meets the door.
“What about you and Mia? Are you guys still dating?” I wasn’t sure, since they got together when I was in my sophomore year and he was a junior.
“Yea, we’re dating online.”
“So what about the two other roommates?”
“They’re coming later on today, don’t worry.” He explained in an suspicious way, he had a weird smile curling the edge of his lips. It wasn’t a normal one. He was hiding something. But it wasn’t my business to know what he was hiding. He shut the door leaving me to my things.
I look at my bags and let out a loud groan. I was going to be here forever unpacking, and folding my clothes.
~~~
After literally hour of unpacking I was finally done. My room was done. My posters were hung up on the walls, my clothes were folded, put in the dresser or hung up in the closet. Shoes were neatly lined up against the wall. I needed to buy a book shelf for all my books, so they were still in my two bags on the side of my bed.
I walked out the door and stretch my arms into the air. I look at my watch and see it 6:03. I hear a thud in the room across from mine. Either that was one of my roommates falling or that was Cameron.
Should I introduce myself?
My mom said I should always introduce myself to new people. Especially since I’m gonna be living with him for a while.
I look down at myself, black jeans and a plain beige shirt. I was presentable. Waltzing over to the room I knock on the door. As I wait I look down at the and realized it was hardwood.
The rooms had carpet floors, but once you step out, it was hardwood.
The doors open and my eyes widen at who I see.
I nearly lost my step. It was Caleb. One of the guys I dated, but had to get separated from.
I wanted to pull him into a hug, into a tight one. But I stop myself. I promised myself that if I ever saw them again one day I wouldn’t get attached again. I was destroyed when I knew I wouldn’t see them again. That’s when I realized all good things, always come to an end. So I wouldn’t get attached to a person like that again.
But here I stand in front of one of my first loves.
His eyes widen once he turns his head around from his room and his gaze mets mine. Before I could get a word out he pulls me into a tight hug. Tighter than Cameron’s.
His smell engulfed me, it was like a drug. Once it was in your system you’d never want to stop having it around.
“Milo please tell me this is you?”
“…Yea, it’s me.” I bitting back a smile as my arms subconsciously drifted around him. One hug. One hug wouldn’t hurt. One sentimental moment wouldn’t hurt.
“I’ve missed you.” He hugged tighter, and I felt like I was going to snap.
“M-Me too, but you’re going to fucking snap me in half if you hug any tighter.” I gasped and I felt him quickly let go and pull away.
“Sorry. I just didn’t think I’d see you after so long.” He looked at my outfit. “You changed your style.”
“You too.” I say. He has on white shorts that has two draw strings lazily hanging, with a plain black shirt.
I clear my throat, “Yea, I just wanted to say hey to my new roommate, but um- yea, see you!” I quickly dart down the stairs, my face was getting redder by the second. I didn’t want him to suspect I still like him. But my wrist was caught by a hand when I made it to the living room.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, why would you think that.” I try to play it off with a laugh, but it was an awkward laugh, like I was nervous. Which I was. And he clearly caught on.
“Because you’re literally running away.”
I hear walking and I look up, and shit. There was Damien. His signature dragon tattoo on his arm, the soft green eyes and everything that made him, him. He looked up and saw us. His eyelids raised as his mouth opened a little.
“Caleb… Milo?”
I was snapped out of whatever trance I was in and yanked my hand away and darted to the door, passing a very confused Cameron and ran out the door.
I guess I’m going for a run, because I don’t think I can face them right now. I know I might be over reacting, but I refuse to get attached to them again. Absolutely not. I need something to distract me from them. I didn’t care what it was.
I was devastated when I realized I was never going to see them again. I ate less, sleep less. Mentally I was destroyed. And I hated. Once I told my mom she helped me, getting me into things to distract myself. I promised myself that I would never get attached to get that attached to someone. But the same people I got got severely attracted too, are back. And I refused to let them get close.
I wasn’t gonna be devastated like that ever again.
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