Damien
I sit on my bed, my door closed with music playing on my TV. I just searched up music to help me study and clicked on the one that looked the most interesting.
I’ve been in my room doing homework for a while. Maybe an hour. Along with studying for our test that’s coming next week. Which I’m kinda pressed about because I can’t focus.
My girlfriend wants to come over again, but I don’t feel like seeing her right now. I’ve been wanting to break up with her. I think I’ve been with her long enough, proving to my parents that I’m not gay.
Which technically I’m not, or at least not fully.
But how am I supposed to break up with a girl out of the blue like this? I know how much a break up can hurt a person, I had a big break up a few years back with two people. And I wish me and her could still be friends. But once you break up with someone, going back to friends isn’t easy.
She’s a cool girl and all, just not my type. But breaking up with her and excepting a friendship is a bit much to ask.
So what the hell am I supposed to do.
I palm myself on the face before falling back into my bed. Removing myself I look up at the ceiling.
“How the fuck did I get myself into this situation.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
I hear an unrecognizable scream, which causes me to sit up, confused. I’ve been living here for two weeks and everything feels like torcher.
Not in a bad was necessarily. But I’ve seen Milo walk downstairs shirtless with sweats on, along with Caleb coming out the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist while his entire body, while dripping with water. The lustful thoughts that I have during those types of moments makes me wanna risk it all.
And I can’t help it. They look so incredibly attractive it actually drives me insane. They drive me insane.
“NOOOO!!”
“Alright—” I sit up and storm out my door and look over the balancer, “Who and why the fuck is there screaming!” I shout and I realized that they’re playing a game of Uno.
Cameron, Milo, Caleb, and a girl?
Who was she?
“Sorry Dam’s, Noelle and Caleb are giving one another plus fours, and clearly they hate plus fours.” It was Milo, the nickname almost threw me off from the girl.
Noelle?
Who was she?
I made my way down the stairs and to the four playing uno, Caleb looked like he had about 14 cards and the girl looked like she had 10 or 12 cards. Cameron and Milo looked like they were gonna win. Actually Milo had one card left, and Cameron had three.
“Hi, I’m Noelle, sorry for the shouting earlier.” She nervously let out before looking back to her cards and placing down a wild car, and changing the color to blue. Now it was Caleb’s turn, and he didn’t look happy about the color change.
“I am going actually burn you alive when this game is finish, when I win.” He pulled a card from the deck and a frown pulling his lips. I never saw his competitive side come out, nor do I remember him being this violent. But it was hilarious to watch him pouting over not having a blue. Which is also crazy how he had the most cards and not a single blue.
“Oh shoot, what color does Milo have?” Noelle looked at Milo, as it was his turn now since Cameron placed his blue card. Which finally got Caleb’s attention and I heard a small gasp.
“There’s no way he has a blue.” Caleb said, less confidently than he probably would have hoped for.
“You’re right, I don’t… Just kidding, Uno bitches as.” Milo places down a blue 3 down on the messy deck. And he immediately fixes the deck up neatly.
“What the hell, this is actually fucking stupid.” Caleb pouts which causes Milo to let out a chuckle.
“You’re just a sore loser bun.”
“Bun?” Caleb raised his brow with a small smirk.
“Since you like cinnamon buns. And I just shortened it to bun. Don’t overthink it.” Milo rushed his words which made Caleb hold back a laugh as he threw his hands up defensively.
“I only said bun, I think you’re overthinking it. But I don’t mind the nickname if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“Whatever, I still won.”
“One more game. Whoever loses has to make dinner.” Cameron suggests as he grabs the neat stack of cards and starts to shuffle them. “Come on Damien, you too.”
I sit down, which was next to Milo. We all were sitting on the floor surrounding the rectangular coffee table. Cameron passes the cards out face down before placing a card down.
And the game continued for at least 30 minutes before somebody actually won. Which was once again Milo, Caleb accused him of cheating, and they both were bickering back and forth before I was fed up and told both of them to shut the fuck up so we could keep playing.
We kept playing until one of us was the last one still with cards. The order of the winners were,
Milo, Cameron, Me, Noelle, and Caleb was the loser. Which meant he had to cook dinner. But the worst part about that was he can’t cook.
“I don’t know how to cook, what am I supposed to do?”
“Boo-hoo, you shove have thought about that before losing.” Cameron mocked as he pointed towards the kitchen. Caleb grumbled something before standing up and going to the kitchen.
“What if he burns down the kitchen.” Milo lets out a snort. And the image of him running out of the kitchen with a pan on fire in a panic of what to do makes me hold back fits of laughter.
“I can help him. I’m pretty decent at cooking.” Noelle suggests but Milo stops her from getting up by grabbing her hand, holding her down.
“Nope, you aren’t going anywhere to help him. He shouldn’t have lost.” Milo told as he pulled her back down with a yank, and she was accidentally on his lap.
Her cheeks turned a bright red before she scrambled out of his lap and on the floor, apologizing for landing in his lap, but he brushed it off with a small laugh.
A pang of jealousy hits me
My brows flattened as I glared at the two from the corner of my eyes.
Is she interested in him?
I look the other way, so they won’t suspect I’m staring. But I catch Cameron with a quizzled brow staring at me.
“What?” I questioned with irritation hinted in my tone. I wasn’t necessarily irritated with him, but his stare was adding onto my irritation.
“Oh, nothing.” He looked back at the phone in his hand.
~~~
“Come eat!” Caleb shouted from the kitchen, startling me from the sudden shout.
“So he didn’t burn down the kitchen, that’s good news.”
We all make our way to the kitchen and sit down in the chairs. Caleb walks out the kitchen with an apron on, with flour on it? Did he deep fry something?
Then I see what’s in his hands, I realized that he didn’t use any type of fryer. He baked instead,
he made cinnamon buns.
“This isn’t a dinner, it’s a dessert.”
“Be grateful.” Caleb sat the plates of cinnamon buns in front of us. Each plate having 3 cinnamon buns. Once he gave us our plates he went to grab his own plate before realizing all the seats were taken.
“You can come sit in my lap.” I jokefully imply. His brows raised from the sudden suggestion, not knowing it was a innocent joke. He walks over and carelessly hops on my lap before bursting into full conversation.
How can he just mindlessly sit on my lap without a second thought?
Not that I was complaining.
I use one hand to wrap it around him under the table as I leaned forward. I felt him relax into my hold, which made me subconsciously hold tighter knowing he was ok with it.
He lets out a soundless chuckle before taking a bit from his bun. I bit back a grin as I continued to eat the cinnamon bun in my free hand.
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