Isn’t that, like, Friendship 101? Don’t fuck your friend’s siblings.
I dread getting up.
Can’t I just lie in bed all day?
I head into my bathroom to grab some Tylenol. But as I search through my drawer, I realize I’m out.
This day isn’t going to go well. I can already tell.
Although, I guess the shitty turnout with the job was a dead-giveaway that it was going to be a crap weekend.
I throw on some clothes and head out of my room, hoping Mikey is passed out in Jordan’s room so that I won’t have to deal with him.
He sits in the living room wearing a pair of black trunk boxer briefs, eating Froot Loops from a bowl, and looking totally relaxed as he watches some more Adventure Time on Netflix.
He glances up at me and smirks, like he’s proud of the work he put in last night. I would say he should be proud if it wasn’t totally inappropriate and I wasn’t feeling so guilty about my moment of weakness—a moment that never would have happened if we hadn’t had so much to drink.
“Morning,” he says. “I stopped by the store and grabbed some ibuprofen.”
He glances at the kitchen bar. Bottles of ibuprofen and Pedialyte lie partially out of a plastic bag.
“Thanks,” I say quickly.
“That Pedialyte is for you too,” he says. “Gotta hydrate.”
Now he’s my fucking hero, too?
I down five pills of the ibuprofen, chasing it with the Pedialyte.
I can tell by the knot in my stomach that my body’s nervous about me attempting to do the same sort of damage that I did to it last night.
“I know,” he says. “My skull still feels like it’s about to split in two. Sorry I didn’t grab anything to eat. I forgot my card, so I had to use what cash I had on me. If you want, we can go grab something.”
Grab something?
I turn back to him, and he appears surprised by my confusion.
“Everything okay?” he asks, sounding totally cool.
“I just fucked my roommate’s brother, and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”
“Well, technically I’d say I fucked you. And… damn.”
“Are you not freaked out, even a little bit?”
“About?”
“Um… having sex with a guy for the first time? Having sex with your brother’s friend? Neither of these things feel weird or wrong to you?”
He sets the bowl of Froot Loops on the coffee table and pushes to his feet. “Everything felt pretty right, actually.”
He approaches slowly, an eased expression on his face, those perfect abs shifting with his movements. As he nears, he wraps an arm around me and pulls me to him, offering a kiss, one I don’t fight.
I enjoy the fruity taste of his mouth.
But then I pull away. “What is going on?”
“What?”
