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The Plague

By: oh y'know.that girl

I’d been avoiding him like the plague. OK, an extremely gorgeous plague that was forever invading my personal space, my thoughts and not to mention…my mouth. He was my friend but now, I wasn’t exactly sure what the hell we were. The whole scheme of mine to never see his flawless face again was poorly planned and completely unlikely seeing as he was my roommate and slept exactly two doors down. I peered out into the hallway and looked both ways before walking out into the dimly lit walkway. It was dawn and I was up early trying to avoid him. Slowly, I tiptoed further away from the safety of my room and crept into the kitchen as my stomach growled loudly. I stiffened at the abrupt noise and glanced at the door to his room. I relaxed as nothing happened and grabbed some Pop-Tarts. I wolfed them down as I kept my gaze focused on his room, preparing to launch myself out the front door as soon as I heard his lazy footsteps or the stifled yawn that usually preceded the view of his incredibly hot body. I mentally scolded myself for the M-rated thoughts that were playing in my mind and regretted the glass of milk I’d downed only minutes earlier.

Carefully, I snaked past his room, then my own before reaching the bathroom we shared. I walked in and as I peed, I realized something was wrong. I glanced at the bathroom as I wiped, pulled my undies up and then my jeans. I paused, frowned in frustration and then reached out to flush the toilet.

“Hey, don’t flush, you’re gonna burn my ass if you do,” a voice said. I could easily tell he was amused. I blushed as I imagined him seeing…me. Oh God. I winced and then backed away towards the door. The shower stopped, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked towards me sporting a predator’s grin. My eyes roamed over his chest and I wanted to smack myself. Get a grip! I forced myself to look him in the eye which was perhaps even worse. I couldn’t deny him anything when I looked into those stunning stormy gray eyes. My back was pressed up against the door and my hand was behind me fumbling with the doorknob. I managed to get it open and I had one foot out in the hallway. He kept walking towards me until my back was against the wall opposite the bathroom door and his hands were on opposite sides of my head. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he leaned forward with a sloppy grin on his face. I drew in a sharp breath. Every time I saw him, we were pressed up against a wall. His lips were closer and for a minute, I forgot my name. I turned my head away rapidly. My long dark hair whipped his face swiftly and he chuckled. He cupped my chin with one of his hands and forced me to look at him. His eyes were unfamiliar despite the many years of friendship.

“Don’t, we’re friends,” I whispered. Friends. We hadn’t been just friends in a long time. I remember the last kiss, leaving me breathless, how my blood boiled when I saw him with her, how I had wanted him to look at me the way he looked at her. Now, it was happening. No, it had been happening for almost a year. I looked up at him, my heart racing. A small smile tugged at his lips as he realized what was going on in my head. I trailed my hands up his arms until they were locked around his neck. Then, I kissed him, twisting that smile until it faded. We broke away, taking ragged breaths-if he was the plague, then I wanted nothing more than to be sick.