Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

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Roommate - SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

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Nicole

I woke up in a daze and in someone's arms. And despite still being groggy from sleep, I had an idea on who it was. The only thing I was really confused about was the side I woke up on. Pretty sure I fell asleep on the wall side of the bed, but now I was near the edge of the bed. Only reason I wasn't falling off was because of the arms tightly holding me against a warm chest.

I looked towards Blake's bed to see a leg hanging off the edge and a snoring Justus scratching his stomach in his sleep. Trying not to laugh, I tried to pry myself out of Blake's hold, only to have him hold me even tighter. He nuzzled his face in my neck and I froze when he inhaled and groaned in delight.

"Blake," I whispered, of course to no avail. "Blake!"

Jolting awake, he loosened his hold and backed away from me, mumbling a confused, "Huh?"

Happy that I was finally free, I hopped out of bed and left him alone to go to the bathroom. I did my usual morning routine before walking back out to see Blake carefully setting Justus on the ground.

With a raised brow, I watched him climb into his own bed, getting comfortable under his blanket. As if sensing me, he looked over his shoulder at me and grinned. That damned, beautiful grin.

"He'll be fine on the ground. He's had my bed long enough."

With a laugh, I shook my head and let him turn away from me so he can sleep. Meanwhile, I walked over to poor Justus and poked his arm.

"Hey, buddy."

"Mmm Patricia?"

I laughed again. Patricia had this man in a chokehold. "Sadly for you, no. Come on, get up. You can sleep on my bed, since Blake kicked you out of his."

As if realizing his uncomfortable position, he sat up and looked down at himself on the floor then turned his head up to see Blake already knocking out on his bed. "Son of a bitch." Standing, he ripped Blake's blanket off of him and smacked his ass.

I did my best to hold in my laugh. It was hard when Blake quickly turned around and smacked him in the head.

"Ow!"

"You had my bed all night, fuck off!"

"So you dropped me on the floor?!"

Blake snatched his blanket out of Justus's hands and rolled himself in it like a burrito to avoid him from taking it away again. "I didn't drop you, dumbass. You would've woken up." His tone was condescending. "I carried you like a baby. You weigh like one, too."

"Fuck off, no I don't."

"It was like I was carrying a toddler."

"Fuck you."

"Not gay."

"Not offering."

"Well, good." Blake lifted his blanket to tuck it under his chin, seeming satisfied with himself. "Wouldn't accept it anyway."

Justus took it upon himself to smack him in his groin and left Blake groaning in pain as he winked at me. "Good morning, Nicole. See you later." Then he was out of the room.

I watched Blake roll around in his bed as he clutched his family jewels under his blanket. "That motherfucker!"

"Um..." Despite the situation and how much I knew it hurt, I was struggling not to laugh. Those two were literal children in their heads. "Are you okay?"

He was still groaning when he nodded. "Yes, sweet cheeks. I'm fine." He waited a beat or two. "Wait."

"What?"

"Will you kiss it better if I say I'm not?"

For good measure, I went over and smacked his thigh, walking right back over to the bathroom.

"I take it that's a no."

•••

If it weren't for the agreement Blake and I had just a few days ago, I'd been able to finish crying in peace while I showered. The agreement was basically that as long as one of us was showering and the other had to use the bathroom really bad, we'd be allowed to do our business. So long as we didn't attempt to peek into the shower.

That was also the reason I bought a shower curtain and rod, even tho the glass doors made things blurry. I wasn't risking any type of view. Not that I'd even look towards the shower when I did my business, but I didn't trust Blake not to try.

And since he spent all night drinking and was trying to hydrate his body again by drinking multiple water bottles today, he really needed to use the bathroom.

The second I heard the doorknob turn, I made my sobs turn into internal cries. I hated how they felt, because for some reason that type of crying hurt even more. It was like you were trying to let out your emotions but not fully.

Like a pot of water that was trying to boil over but the lid was on and unwilling to let anything spill. You knew the second you pulled the lid off, it would all be a mess.

Right now I was a pot of boiling water trying to boil over, but Blake was holding down the lid. And it wasn't even his fault. How was he supposed to know I had to let out all my emotions at least once a week by just crying in the shower?

So here I was, tears mixing in with the shower water as I held a hand over my mouth, doing my best not to make any broken noises.

"Nicole?"

Fuck.

Why did he have to try to make conversation with me right now of all times?

Clearing my throat, I did my absolute best at trying not to choke out a sob. "Yes?"

"Where are your clothes?"

Looking down at myself, I tried to think of a good excuse as to why I was wearing clothes in the shower. I didn't bother to take off my clothes and just stepped into the cold stream of water when the tears rolled down my cheeks the second I looked into the mirror.

It was a bad confidence day today.

"Nicole?"

Clearing my throat again, I rubbed a wet hand down my face to wash away the tears. "They're in here."

"Are you washing by hand?" He sounded more concerned than confused. "If you need me to go with you to the laundromat, I can. I gotta wash my clothes as well."

"It's okay." My voice cracked a bit at the end and the silence on his end let me know he heard me.

"What's wrong, sunshine?"

That did it for me. Unable to hold it back anymore, a broken sob escaped my lips and the hand that slapped over my mouth was too late to muffle it. Cursing him for taking so long in the bathroom, I turned my face up towards the shower head and let the water hit my face, still doing my best to be quiet despite him already knowing I was crying.

"You're wearing your clothes in the shower, aren't you?" I didn't bother to tell him he guessed it right. "And the mirror isn't fogging up, which means you're showering with cold water."

Damn him.

When the shower curtain was pushed to the side, I pathetically tried to cover myself up despite the full set of clothes I was wearing. The shower door opened next and I looked at Blake in confusion when he stepped in, fully clothed as well.

He offered a sympathetic smile and I furrowed my eyebrows. I hated that he was looking at me. I looked like a wet dog and I was sure my eyes were red and puffy.

He closed the door again and stepped into the stream of water, hissing in shock as he felt just how cold the water was. I had already gotten used to it, but I knew it was still freezing cold. Becoming numb to the only thing making you feel things other than internal pain sucked. I was jealous of him right now.

"You wanna talk about it, angel?"

I shook my head, looking down at the water pooling at our feet. I saw him step closer to me and looked back up at him when he grabbed my face, not bothering to hide the tears rolling down my cheeks anymore. With the pads of his thumbs, he wiped them away before pulling me into his chest.

Letting him be there for comfort, I allowed myself to cry in his arms and appreciated when he tightened his hold on me. Like he was trying to keep me together as I only broke apart in his arms.

And when his lips met the top of my head, I closed my eyes and cried harder. I didn't know what it was, but I only felt more broken when someone comforted me or asked if I was okay.

We stood under the water for what felt like five minutes, before he turned me around and pressed my back against his chest. I wasn't confused for long, because he lowered both our bodies onto the tub and let me lay back against him as the water softly fell over us.

All he did was hold me in silence.