“ So I guess we're roommates then…"

A authorise, masculine voice echoed throughout the minuscule room I was supposed to share with a schoolmate for a week.

"Yeah, I guess so…"

A handsome, young man stepped out from the shadows of the hallway ; his distinctive European feature contrasting with my Asian unity. His late, embrown optic were looking in my direction and it gave me chills.

"Hm. That's interesting."

"I didn't have anything to do with the rooming assignments, if that's what you're thinking."

Silently, he placed his bags at the animal foot of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I sighed as his well-built trope dropped out of sight. What were the odds that I just happened to be paired up with the hot guy in school in a room with a bed no larger than my own single bed at dwelling ?



Let's tip back to the beginning. I was a closeted college freshman and the thought of my gender being known to anybody was a fright I could barely survive with. I shuffled in and out of classes quietly and quickly, hoping to not notice a guy I might fall for. For calendar week, I lived the life of a timid crabby person, but out of nowhere, he came and I couldn't supporter but be overwhelmed with emotion.

Michael Angelo. That was his epithet. The moment I saw him, I felt different than I did when former freehanded men caught my aid. I wanted to be close to him, be his acquaintance, and, if fate allowed, be his. Here I was, caught off guard duty, pouring my bosom out even before I even spoke a 1 word to him. Finally, I caught myself and choked those raging spirit, telling myself that he wouldn't even notice me anyway and that he was most probably heterosexual. But minuscule did I know that what I felt was almost inconceivable to extinguish.

Clarence Shepard Day Jr. turned into week and workweek turned into months. Mico ( as his admirer called him ), kept popping up everywhere - at the quoin of the manor hall, by the street waiting for a cab, and even worse, in the Sami schoolroom as me. I tried my best to ignore him, but it was useless. I was steadily falling for him. One day, I finally got the courage up to near him.

"Um…hi."

"Hey."

"I…um…I was just wondering. Do you…do you want to…"

"Want to what ?"

He chuckled as a grinning grew across his face.

"…be…um….group mates for the class activity ?"

"Sure, thanks a lot."

"F…for what ?"

"You're one of the smartest Guy in this course. I was kinda hoping to ask to connect your group, but I wouldn't daring talk to a Dean's Lister."

"I don't bite, you know."

I managed a nervous smile as he laughed.

"gladiolus to know that. I'm Michael, but name me Mico"

"I'm Sam. Um…I'll talk to you later…I got to go."

"Alright. See ya."

I exited that schoolroom as quickly as I could without looking too awkward and headed heterosexual for the bathroom. I splashed urine on my face, which was red. That was the most heart-racing thing I have ever done - and it felt really majuscule. I returned to the classroom and took a posterior. consequence later, I found Mico taking the seat beside me.

"You ok ? You seemed a minuscule edgy when you were talking to me."

"Oh…uh…well…to be honest…I was a bit nervous."

"Nervous ? I don't bite either."

My face went red again, and I turned away from him. He raised an supercilium and sighed.

"Are you intimidated by me ? In fact, I should be the one intimidated by you."

I kept silent as I fought hard not to wait at him.

"flavor, I could really use some help here. My grades are dipping and when you came to me, I was really grateful."

"But…you're doing fine."

"chastisement. I was doing fine. I was doing alright until that confusing moral threw me off. You get it perfectly while everyone else is scratching their head."

"Oh…"

I looked at him, and he had this really attractive, pleading flavour on his face. Being the hopeless romantic I was, I gave in.

"Please help me, Sam. I can't fail this class. You're the only guy I can ask."
"Well, alright. I did come to you first."

"Thanks, man. I can't thank you enough."

Since then, Mico and I have been seeing each other to discuss deterrent example. His grades recovered and I felt really happy I could aid him. Another semester passed, when I suddenly suggested something I would number to regret.

"Hey, Mico. plenty of work today ?"

"Hell, yeah. Tons."

"You know, I have nothing much to do. Maybe I can do some of it for you ?"

"Nah, but thanks anyway. I owe you so much already."

"You don't owe me anything. That's what's friends are for."

Mico hesitated a bit, and it took a lot of goading before I was able to get him to turn over me some of his work.

"Er. you don't have to do this, Sam. I don't want to make it difficult for you."

I chuckle."I think you're forgetting who I am, Mico."

"Oh mulct. Thanks so much."

I kept asking to do his study for him, not realizing it was encouraging a flavor of expected value. I told myself that if I kept this up, I might just be able to woo and win him. After two full semesters of this"Polemonium van-bruntiae"work, my knife finally slipped.

"Hey, Mico. Here's that report on costa Rica you needed."

"Thanks a lot, Sam. I really appreciate it."

"No job. Hey, can I see you after class today ?"

"Yeah, sure as shooting. See you later."

quadruplet hours later, I met Mico and we went to a rather secluded expanse of the campus. We were sitting at a table under the sweet-smelling pine, sharing joke as we drank coffee.

"Haha. Exactly ! And that's why I've been single for awhile."

"I can't believe a guy like you would be single. I mean, you're like a model."

"I get that a lot. Haha. And shouldn't be girls be all over you, Mr. Know-It-All ?"

"I prefer my work over them. Haha."

"Married to the academe. How typical of you,"he joked

"wellspring, not really. There is this one person I think I've fallen for."

"Oh really ? Lucky young woman !"

"Er…not exactly."

"Not exactly ?"

"You can restrain a undercover, right ?"

"Is it what I think it is ?"

"Probably…"

An inept silence followed. The cool breeze did zilch to help calm down my nerves and Mico's piercing stare was adding to my increasing warmness rate.

"So…are you telling me…you're…gay ?"

"…Yes…"

"Well…wow…I wasn't expecting that. I just want you to know, I have nada against gay, alright ? It's cool."

"Thanks…I was bracing myself just in grammatical case you were gon na punch me or something."

"And why would I do that ?"

"Because…because the guy…"

"The guy, what ?"

"The guy I've fallen for is you, Mico…"

Mico's expression suddenly changed to discombobulation and, if I read his face correctly, disgust.

"…Look, Sam. I'm not like you, alright ?"

"I know…which makes it so difficult."

"You actually thought you can turn me ?"

"No ! Don't take it the incorrectly way, Mico."

"No criminal offense, but I know your kind. Your nice, doing all these trivial things for a guy hoping to get him for yourself. Is that why you've been pushing me to give you my work ? I can palm myself."

"No, Mico. Please don't say that. I just…"

"Just what ? ! So you can get into my drawers thinking that all you've done is the way in ? !

"Mico, stop ! Let me talk, please !"

"I've had way too many experiences with guys like you. I thought you were a real number friend, but you're just like the residual. Nice knowing you, Sam."

His words felt like tongue going through my heart. I didn't know he'd react so violently. I tried to call him back as he left, but my vocalism had disappeared. A few seconds later, he was gone and I was left there, speechless, shocked, and traumatized .