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 enoug