LOGINI try to turn to get more comfortable but there's something wrapped round my torso. I don't panic immediately because I'm just dreaming. I open my eyes and scream. So loud my other dorm mates run inside. All my years of pining finally manifested Anderson Matheos in my bed.
This occurrence however doesn't seem to disrupt the four boy's staring at the scenario with disappointment. They're not supposed to be disappointed. It's Anderson we're talking about. My middle school and high school crush. “Can you stop embarrassing yourself." Jesse is on the bed trying to pull him away from me. “Wake up you deadbeat." Anderson finally opens his eyes. He groans and pushes his hair backwards. He's hotter than when I last saw him, during our graduation. He's hair is grown and his eyes seem a little bit brighter. “What's with all the ruckus? I'm sleepy." “Or hungover," some dude I didn't see yesterday snorts. “Definitely hungover." The others concur. “Okay big boy, come get some aspirin to help with your headache. I'll make you breakfast." Jesse says. That's when Anderson finally turns to look at the person he'd been snuggling the whole night. “Fucking hell. What's Andrez doing here? Am I still dreaming? “ “You mean Vicky? Who the fuck is Andrez." I hate the fact that all the attention is on me right now. Thank God for Gideon that suggests we sorr out everything in the common area. Everyone is seated except Anderson. He's going through the cupboards looking for what to eat. I really hope I'm not drooling from staring at his broad shoulders. I wonder if he still plays basketball. “Babe, where's the rice pops cereal? How am I supposed to survive?" Anderson whines. I choke on my saliva. Who on earth did he call babe? I scan the room but nobody looks fazed. I convince myself it's a nickname. “That's not important right now. Sit your ass down.“ Gideon commands. Anderson sits on one of the countertops. “Can you explain to us why you were harassing Vicky over here?" "Harassing? Vicky? You mean Andrez? I wasn't harassing anybody. “ Magnus, the shortest person (excluding me of course) speaks. "We found you groping him aggressively. The poor boy was so scared he screamed. “ I was flustered but they don't need to know that. “I thought he was Jesse. How was I supposed to know it wasn't. Nobody thought to inform me we had a guest." “He's not a guest," Gideon objects. “He's the 6th member of our dorm. Vicky." Finally, Anderson looks at me. I bite my lip to avoid smiling like an idiot. I use my sleeves to hide my already pink cheeks. “Well, nice to meet you again Andrez. You didn't tell me you were going to study here." “You two know each other?", Jesse asks. I'm so not answering that question so when Anderson answers, I'm relieved. “Yupp. We go way back. We went to the same school. Literally all our lives right?" It's been since grade school but I still nod yes. “So," the stranger says. “Apologize and we'll be on our way. I'm Kyle by the way." He stretches his hand for a handshake. I've been able to learn from yesterday's mistake, so when I take his hand, I release it almost immediately. That's still so awkward. “Fine. I'm sorry for cuddling you. You smell so nice". I smile at the compliment. Guess the crush never died. “I just thought you were my boyfriend." My smile falls. I misheard. It was surely my faulty ears. "Boyfriend?" My voice is so small. Anderson pulls Jesse to him, snaking an arm round his waist. “This is the love of my life Jesse." It's like I'm falling into a black hole. I still try to smile even though I feel like I'm suffocating. I do my breathing practice subtly. I had been living in my head for so long that I didn't realize Anderson could date someone. I feel so ashamed and stupid. “You look surprised," Gideon points out. It feels like he's seen through me. Like all my deepest darkest fantasies have been laid down on the table. “Oh n-no. I just thought he was straight. That's all. He had a girlfriend. It was my assumption. Sorry." Anderson laughs. My heart skips a beat until I literally have to scold it. He's a taken guy. Taken by my own roommate. “I thought so too. It happened in summer camp-" “I have lectures. Anything to miss your cringe as fuck story," Magnus says almost retreating to his room. They all follow suit to their individual rooms to prepare for the day. It's just me and the happy couple left . I can't seem to take my eyes off them. “Boyfriend huh? You still haven't apologized for what you did have you?" Anderson hugs Jesse so tight it's almost the way my throat is being squeezed by jealousy. "I'm so fucking sorry love of my life. I thought about you during every waking moment all the time I was at Madeleine's. I missed you and Archie was such an asshole.“ My throat decides to shame me by making me cough which places the couples attention back on me. "Oh yeah I forgot. You're going to go shopping with Vicky later today. It's your turn and Vicky can take that opportunity to get to know areas round campus. Okay?“ “Sure. Anything for you babe." I smile and retreat to my room too. There are two bathrooms in the dorm and both of them are being occupied so I have to stay in my room and hope Anderson doesn't come back in. I stay there till I hear everyone leave. I don't hear Anderson's voice though but I hope I don't run into him. I sneak out of my room and tiptoe to the shower. If there was any way I could reduce the noise of the shower, I would've done that gladly. Unfortunately, I couldn't do that so I was there with crippling anxiety, hoping the noise would attract Anderson. It doesn't. I go back to my room and try to look for something to wear. What does someone wear on their first day in school in college? I'm almost tempted to G****e it but my therapist says I should be one with independence. I pull out one of my sweat shirts and pair it with jeans. I don't look horrible, but what if that was only my opinion. I so really wish Gideon or Jesse were here to provide me with an opinion. I still wear it and head out. Anderson is still in so I don't make an attempt to lick the door. Outside, there are students everywhere. It then dawns on me that I have no idea whatsoever where my faculty is. Asking someone is totally out of the picture so it's either I wander around or look for a direction's board. Not up to two steps later, my phone rings. My loud ringtone is embarrassing me, but nobody cares to pay attention to me. It's mom calling. “Hello. Mommy." I can already see her excitement. The way her eyes light up like mine does when we're happy or in any pleasant mood. “My sweetheart. I told you to call me yesterday but you didn't." “I was tired. I met some of my roommates. Then met the rest today." I intentionally don't mention the fact that Anderson is my dorm mate. It's going to be a long therapy session I don't have the heart for. “Are they nice boys? Any of them cute?" “Yes. Gideon and Jesse are nice. I only met Kyle today. Magnus isn't really nice but maybe he needs to get to know me first. Nothing wrong with that." “Exactly. You're a sweet soul so it's impossible that people won't like you. You're likeable." If she were here with me, she would've bopped my nose. I'm an adult, a respectable member of society, but in my mother's eyes, I'm still 11. We talk about some other things before she ends the call. I take a deep breath and start walking. Where to? I have no idea.I wake up not dreading the day because Ander is by my side. I turn, moving closer to him and inhaling more of his scent. It's so intoxicating, it does nothing to help my morning wood. I can't do anything about it though because since I agreed to be his friend, Ander hasn't made a move on me sexually. Yes we cuddle and feed each other and can't get enough of the other's presence, but nothing sexual. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad one. Ander shifts in the bed too, turns to face me but isn't awake. I stare at his peaceful face. He never looks like this when he's awake, always has his face scrunched up like an unlubed butt plug was shoved in his ass for too long. I'm tempted to push the curls off his face and I do. Passing my fingers through in a faux attempt to untangle the strands. As much as I hate to admit it, Ander is the reason I'm on this bed right now. If not for him, I probably would be a rotting corpse in the bathtub. Sometimes I consider telling him this truth
If anybody were to call me a crazy person, I wouldn't fight them. Instead, I'd give them a trophy for telling the truth. I am a crazy person, and this realization is driving me even crazier. Why am I crazy? I'm crazy because I'm parked in the driveway of my girlfriend's house. Evana was the 3rd year film student I spilled my drink on when I was drunk off my ass at a party. Unlike the expected reaction, she apologized to me instead and sat with me till I sobered up. She's funny and interesting but I never liked her romantically. I still don't, but somehow it feels like there's this pressure on my shoulders to be perfect. I see Ander with his mood swings and tantrums — things that make him the dysfunctional person he is. But I can't be like that. I'm to be the better son. And the better son likes women. Evana comes out of the house in her usual clothing. A cottage skirt, shirt just a size smaller than hers and loafers. She's modest yet incredibly sexy and I should feel something for
I'm pacing the driveway, my fingernail in my mouth. I don't know, or rather, I know. Heck, what am I even saying?I stare at the keys in my hand. I want to go, but I shouldn't. He hates me, and I don't blame him. But I need to see him. It's an urge so strong my hair is standing like I've been electrocuted. Archer asked me where I was headed this morning and I told him to go fuck himself. His brows creased, not very glad my response was crude. But, it's not my fault. It's one of those days I can't get a single thought in my head. It's hyper fixating on Vicky. My brain that is. And no matter what I do, I can't get it to stop. It's like I'm buzzing so much I'm vibrating. "Are you alright?" My brother yells from the balcony. My balcony. My safe haven. I flip him off and gain enough motivation to get on my bike. I don't drive like a mad man like I normally do. Maybe if I drive slowly, by the time I get there, Vicky would've left for classes and I won't have to face him. Archer's apart
It's yet again the same routine. Wake up, lie in bed till my intestines threaten to rip into pieces then go downstairs. Archer has been feeding me, yes. But sometimes I just can't keep the food in. Last night was one of those times. I puked so much, it took my lungs a whooping 45 minutes to recover. And I tried taking a little whiskey to help with the nausea, but the ass wouldn't let me touch anything. I don't know why he bothers or why it bothers me. I always ask myself questions. Does he care? But I know he doesn't. It's so I'll keep his secret. Today's meal is the leftover pizza from last night. There's 3 slices on a plate, a fruit bowl and yoghurt waiting for my consumption. "There's no need. This isn't a very wise bribe." Archer doesn't answer me, but continues staring at the pizza in the microwave. I shrug and eat. My stomach twists, surprised by the intruders, but I force it down my throat. I felt like I was going to die last night. And honestly, I really don't like that fe
Oh my goodness. I'm awake again. It's not a good thing to dread it, but I do. I wake up starving and run to the kitchen for anything edible or closely related to food. Archer has had groceries sent to me twice so far, so there's a decent amount of ingredients to choose from. I snack on the unopened tube of Pringles before making a cereal then an omelette then some toast. I may be eating a lot, but don't look it. I'm still skinny and maybe even paler than I was before. Checking my class schedule, I have 3 classes today, the first one starting in about an hour. I could skip, like I've been skipping but it's about time I go back to living a normal life. Nothing about the last few months have been normal, and I'm trying to end the trend of crazy. I take a relaxing shower and apply my makeup. It's minimal, just to hide the eye bags and my droopy cheeks. After one last fit check, I leave. My taxi is waiting for me right on time but I get to the class a little late. The professor allows
I would've stayed asleep longer, but the growling coming from stomach or the gnawing of my intestines steal the sleep from my eyes. I roll around a couple times, and search on the nightstand for anything edible I might've left on it. There's nothing there. Few days ago, I googled why I didn't have an appetite. It was concluded — by website links that had already turned purple — to be anorexia. The only problem with believing that, is that I'm not actually anorexic, or I don't think I am. I would say I don't have a distorted body image, but I don't think i have an image at all. I've sort of been living in this bubble for a while now. A bubble where I exist and don't at the same time. A therapist would have answers to all this shit, I just need to get one first. I drag myself up, and to the bathroom. While on the toilet seat, I stare at the mirror staring at me. I'm speechless. That isn't me, is what I would've said if I didn't know it was me. Sunken cheekbones, hollow eyes, scars ev
I pretend to be asleep, but I'm wide awake. I can hear Jesse moving his things. He's switching with Magnus . It's not so terrible because Magnus has treated me like a decent person. We don't talk much, that's for sure. But when we do, it's like he's forgiven me.When the room is emptied of Vicky's
My head hurts like a bitch when I open my eyes. I feel nauseous and in pain. There's a woman standing over me. There's something in her hand and I can hear her speaking to me. "Huh?," My speech is slurred. "What's going on?""Oh. He's awake." My vision clears and I realize I'm in a hospital. My fi
It's like I'm in a steam room. My vision is blurry and I'm sweating intensely. Faintly, I can hear a child screaming. I don't know where exactly I'm going, but it doesn't stop my feet from moving. It feels like I get closer and closer to the sound. That's when I realize, it's not just any random ch
Madeleine is gone by the time I'm awake. She's left me a text though saying she had an emergency class. I help myself to the bread and jam in the cupboard. While I eat, I check my phone. Nothing from anybody. I don't know what I was expecting. This all still feels like a fever dream. I get on my b







