19 - Grey
Brad's room is basically a closet. Seriously, I think this must have been a closet way back in the day when they first built this place. I don't know what else you could use a room like this for.
Except, you know, a dorm room, I guess. This is why I don't regret not having the "full college experience" of staying in dorms and dealing with all of the bullshit that entails. Emily's dorm room isn't this small, but she also has to share it with a roommate, so it's not like it's much better, either.
I share my entire house with Fiona, and most of the time she just spends it in the same room as me, but that's nowhere near the same. Fiona's cute and adorable and she likes to lay her head in my lap and watch TV while I'm looking at work documents.
She gets so fucking excited when all my work is done and I give in and lay my head in her lap, too. I don't even fucking know. I never knew I wanted to rest my head in a girl's lap before, but holy shit it's amazing. With Fiona, at least. Maybe not everyone else. I don't really care about everyone else, I only care about her, so yeah.
She'll run her fingers through my hair and play with it while we just sit there, or I lay there I guess, and we watch a movie or something. And then she'll stare down at me like she wants something, so I glance up at her and give her a goofy look. That's her cue to lean down quick and give me a kiss and then giggle uncontrollably like she did something naughty.
Fuck. I love her so much. I can't even fucking--
Enough of that for now, though. I'm trapped in a closet-sized bedroom with three other guys and we're supposed to be finding costumes for this Valentine's Day Singles Party. The Sigma Epsilon Chi plaque hangs on the back side of the door, taunting me.
S.E.X.
Seriously, what bullshit is that? I'm not a fan. No clue why Fiona and Emily couldn't have gone to a regular party. With like... balloons. Balloons and cake and a fucking pinata or something. Real wholesome shit, you know?
"Uh, what do you want?" Wyatt asks Holden.
"I'll take this," he says, grabbing a basketball jersey.
"You want this, Grey?" Porter asks me.
I look at what he's got. He holds out a dark superhero kind of cape in both hands. Sort of like Batman, except this is thin and black with not much to it. Maybe more like a vampire? I don't know.
"I think it looks pretty cool," Porter adds with a shrug. "Probably the coolest thing here."
"Sure," I say, grinning at him. "Thanks, man."
I take the cape from him while he smiles like he just did something awesome. And he kind of did, not going to lie. Once I wrap the cape around me and tie the straps together by my neck, I feel pretty badass. Maybe not completely like Batman, but pretty fucking close.
Porter puts on a gray vest and Wyatt finds this goofy as fuck hat to wear. We aren't winning any costume contests, but it's better than nothing.
"Alright, can we get out of here?" I say. "You guys are great, but I'm not a huge fan of this whole balls to the wall thing, literally."
"Sometimes you've just got to put your balls to the wall and get it done," Wyatt says with a sigh.
"Do you want me to smack him?" Holden asks.
"Nah, it's cool," I say. "He's growing on me."
"Let's go save your sister, Grey," Porter says, giving me a thumbs up. Sort of rough considering our close proximity but he does his best.
"Let's do it."
We struggle to get the door open, then to get out the door. As we're leaving, Holly passes us in the hall. She smirks at me and winks.
"Nice outfit, Superman," she says, licking her lips.
"It's Batman, dammit!" I say, groaning.
"Whatever. Have fun, boys. I'm out. Slipped away to the bathroom, or that's what I said, and now my work here is done. See you back at the hotel, Grey."
Maybe she's not so bad. I mean, she's pretty bad, and I'm not going to sleep with her, but I appreciate the assist. This whole night is kind of fucking weird, and I'm not sure what the hell is going on anymore, but...
I'm making new friends? That's cool, right? Can't say I ever expected to do that, especially at Emily's college, but I'm Batman now or something so I should probably expect the unexpected. I think that's how it works. That guy plans for everything.
We head down the hall towards the sound of... something. No fucking clue. People are roaring out words that barely make sense and some other guy is controlling the crowd with other words that sound like numbers or something.
Oh shit. The auction. Are we too late? Fuck fuck fuck.
"Hurry!" I say, urging my new friends on. "Fucking..."
We rush down the dim hallway and turn at the end. A pair of double doors opens up a little further down, lights from inside spilling out. Me and the guys step through into this huge, open and expansive room. The crowd roars, people shout out, everyone is screaming.
I look to the other side of the room and see Emily and Fiona standing on stage. Emily looks pouty and Fiona is obviously flustered. What the fuck happened? Is it too late?
The guy on stage shouts out, "Five-hundred going once! Five-hundred going twice!"
Shit. Fuck. Shit fuck cock mother asshole bastard fucker...