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"So I guess we're roommates then…"

A clear, masculine voice echoed throughout the small elbow room I was supposed to share with a schoolmate for a week.

"Yeah, I guess so…"

A handsome, Brigham Young man stepped out from the tincture of the hallway ; his classifiable European features contrasting with my Asian ones. His mystifying, brown eye 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 udder at the foot of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I sighed as his well-built physique dropped out of good deal. What were the odds that I just happened to be paired up with the hottest guy in school in a way with a bed no bigger than my own single bed at habitation ?



Let's wind back to the beginning. I was a closeted college newcomer and the thought of my gender being known to anybody was a concern I could barely subsist with. I shuffled in and out of social class quietly and quickly, hoping to not comment a guy I might fall for. For weeks, I lived the life of a faint-hearted crab, but out of nowhere, he came and I couldn't assistance but be overwhelmed with emotion.

Michael Angelo. That was his name. The moment I saw him, I felt different than I did when early bountiful men caught my tending. I wanted to be close to him, be his friend, and, if fate allowed, be his. Here I was, caught off sentry go, pouring my gist out even before I even spoke a undivided Book to him. Finally, I caught myself and choked those raging impression, telling myself that he wouldn't even notice me anyway and that he was most probable straight. But piffling did I know that what I felt was almost impossible to extinguish.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Mico ( as his admirer called him ), kept popping up everywhere - at the corner of the hall, by the street waiting for a cab, and even worse, in the same schoolroom as me. I tried my practiced to ignore him, but it was useless. I was steadily falling for him. One day, I finally got the bravery up to approach him.

"Um…hi."

"Hey."

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

"Want to what ?"

He chuckled as a smiling grew across his face.

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

"Sure, thanks a lot."

"F…for what ?"

"You're one of the saucy guys in this class. I was kinda hoping to ask to unite your group, but I wouldn't dare talk to a doyen's Lister."

"I don't bite, you know."

I managed a nervous smile as he laughed.

"Glad to know that. I'm Michael, but hollo 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 straight for the bathroom. I splashed water supply on my face, which was red. That was the most heart-racing thing I have ever done - and it felt really not bad. I returned to the classroom and took a ass. Moments later, I found Mico taking the tush 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 sharpness either."

My grimace went red again, and I turned away from him. He raised an eyebrow 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 attend at him.

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

"But…you're doing fine."

"chastisement. I was doing mulct. I was doing alright until that confusing example 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 tone on his face. Being the hopeless romantic I was, I gave in.

"Please serve me, Sam. I can't fail this class. You're the exclusively guy I can ask."
"wellspring, alright. I did get along to you first."

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

Since then, Mico and I have been seeing each other to discuss lessons. His grad recovered and I felt really happy I could serve him. Another semester passed, when I suddenly suggested something I would come to regret.

"Hey, Mico. Lots of oeuvre today ?"

"Hell, yeah. Tons."

"You know, I have nix much to do. Maybe I can do some of it for you ?"

"Nah, but thanks anyway. I owe you so a good deal 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 give me some of his work.

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

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

"Oh fine. Thanks so much."

I kept asking to do his work for him, not realizing it was encouraging a look of expectation. 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"charity"work, my spit finally slipped.

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

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

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

"Yeah, certainly. See you later."

quaternion hours later, I met Mico and we went to a rather secluded expanse of the campus. We were sitting at a tabular array under the odorous pine tree, sharing gag 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-all ?"

"I prefer my work over them. Haha."

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

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

"Oh really ? Lucky girlfriend !"

"Er…not exactly."

"Not exactly ?"

"You can keep a occult, right ?"

"Is it what I think it is ?"

"Probably…"

An awkward silence followed. The coolheaded walkover did nothing to help tranquillize down my nerves and Mico's piercing stare was adding to my increasing middle rate.

"So…are you telling me…you're…gay ?"

"…Yes…"

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

"Thanks…I was bracing myself just in 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 formula suddenly changed to confusedness 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 reverse me ?"

"No ! Don't take it the ill-timed way, Mico."

"No crime, but I know your kind. Your nice, doing all these slight matter for a guy hoping to get him for yourself. Is that why you've been pushing me to hold you my workplace ? I can handle myself."

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

"Just what ? ! So you can get into my pants 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 Quaker, but you're just like the relief. Nice knowing you, Sam."

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