Weeks later...

Getting home after grabbing a few drinks with friends I go in and find Nash still in his waiter clothes in the kitchen with a guy, he's been bringing them around a lot more lately. They were laughing until I walked in, they look over at me "hey"


"Hey Forrest" his smile doesn't disappear "this is Ricky, Ricky that's my roommate, Forrest" "Hi" Ricky waves at me

"What's up? What are you guys up to?" I walk a little closer

"Ricky works with me at the restaurant and he wanted to come over for a little bit for a beer" "Oh cool..." they're standing close which obviously means what we're all thinking. "I'll uh let you


guys finish"

"Ok" Nash replies and I walk away going to my room.


This is like the third guy he's brought home in the past few weeks, I never noticed before but since I've decided to not date or fuck with anyone for a while, I've started to notice the guys more and more.

Next morning after brushing my teeth I'm making coffee Nash walks out of his room followed by Ricky, I watch Nash walk him to the door "I'll see you later" Nash opens the door for him and Ricky leaves. "Good morning" he walks over as I'm waiting for my mug to fill up

"Morning" I stare at the cup wanting it to be done so I could go back to my room "Everything ok?" He stands leaned against the counter next to me, we're both shirtless "What do you mean?"

"We haven't talked much lately, feel like I don't see you anymore" "You've been busy" why did I have to say it like that?

He chuckles "are you saying you missed me?"

"I'm sure you'd like that" the Keurig finally stops and I pick up the mug, grabbing the creamer from the fridge I take the whole thing to my room.

Nash flirts sometimes and it doesn't really bother me but for some odd reason that just felt weird, I felt weird. Avoiding him the rest of the day I lock myself in my room trying to keep busy.

It's pretty late now and I'm just in bed watching videos on my computer when I hear a knock on my door "yeah?" I answer and Nash walks in

"Been in here all day?" He asks looking at me on my bed and I look at him "Maybe"

Smiling "well I brought you dinner if you're interested"

"Sure" I try to act natural knowing I don't really want to be around him as much. Following him to the kitchen we stand on opposite sides of our counter, he opens the doggy bag handing me a container "thanks" I take it.

We quietly eat together and yeah it's kind of awkward, usually, when he brought me food from work we'd talk about our day, and bitch about classes but I guess that stopped. "So I was thinking" he starts as he chews "this place is missing something, don't you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's kind of boring here with just the tv and couch, I'm thinking a foosball table or like a poker one" "You play poker?"

"No but I mean I can learn" turning around he walks to the fridge grabbing 2 beers, "if we have

something here we can have more people over"

"Am I not enough for you anymore?" I joke and he laughs

"Forrest you are plenty but I mean since we barely see each other and we're spending time with other people, why can't we do that here?"

"That's more you than me man" we continue eating and drinking "but if you want to bring people over you don't need a reason, this is your place as much as it is mine."

"Are you sure?" He searches my eyes for confirmation

"Yeah" I break our eye contact looking down at my food. I don't know why I agreed to that, I'm not even sure I meant it but I have to be cool because of course, he can bring guys here.

Days passed after that and for some reason, it's starting to be kind of annoying him not being home as much, it's just the 2 of us so it'd be better if he were here when I got home. My last class ends and I'm getting home around 9, walking in I look down and see 2 pairs of shoes by the door. Going deeper I hear Nash laughing from his room, standing in the hall I see his door open. Ignoring it I walk in my room shutting my door.

I hate that I feel like I have to hide every time he has someone here, I'm thirsty as fuck now and I'm hiding in my own home. Telling myself I don't care if I see Nash with whoever, I open my door trying to make it to the kitchen then back to my room as fast as possible. That

doesn't end well because on my way back to my room I run into no other than freaking Ricky. Unintentionally rolling my eyes I sigh, every time we try walking around each other we just end up on the same side. Ricky just chuckles and apologizes "sorry"

"Just move" I retort and he stops, walking around him I go to my room practically slamming the door shut. This fucking guy again.

Later that night Nash knocks on my door, not waiting for a reply he just walks in. "What's your problem?" He stands at my door

"What?"

"Why were you a dick to Ricky? What'd he do to you?" Sighing "nothing I just... I didn't mean to-"

"Forrest if you have a problem with-"

"I don't all right do whatever you want"

"See you say that but I don't think you mean it because I am trying to and you're acting weird."

"I'm not acting weird, he's your boyfriend right? So he belongs here" "He's not my boyfriend Forrest but what does that matter to you?"