My roommate grinned cheekily at me one night. “Hey Benji, we haven’t gone out to the city in a while.”
Zell was right, it had been over a week. I guess time was just flying by at home.
“C’mon, Benji,” Zell side-eyed me. “Let’s go out to the city.”
“Well, I was planning to sand down the dining table tonight,” I started.
Zell grinned and lifted his arms, interrupting me. “Oh, look at me, I’m Benji, I’m a big strong woodcarver and I hate having fun-“
“-I don’t sound like that, Zell-“
“I’m just a big, manly buzzkill-” he continued.
“-I swear to god, Zell-“
“I’d rather get swole sanding down a dining table instead of having a good time with my favorite roommate-“
“-ok, ok, Zell, I’ll go out with you, if you promise to stop talking like that!”
We went out to my favorite spot- the rooftop bar. A crazy idea popped into my head.
“Hey Zell, wanna hear me play guitar?”
Zell winced. “Oh no, Benji, please no. Drop it right now. Please drop the guitar. Drop it!”
“I could use some practice?” I said.
“You could use a lot of practice-“
“Well then, why don’t you show me how it’s done, Mr. Fancy Pants-“
And I kissed him on the cheek. I don’t know why I did that.
I thought about it as I floated in the pool later. Why did I kiss his cheek?
I didn’t know. At the time, it just felt like the right thing to do.
“The sun’s coming up. We should get you out of the pool-“
“You know, I’m a stronger vampire now. The sun doesn’t bother me anymore.”
“You’re not bothered, Zell?”
“How about now? Are you bothered now?”
“Benji, you jerk-“
“All right, all right, truce!”
“-you started it, you can’t call a truce as soon as you get hit! That’s it, I’m getting out-“
“You can stop staring at me, Zell.”
“I’m not staring at you.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“How can you tell I’m staring at you if your eyes are closed?”
“How do you know my eyes are closed if you’re not staring at me?”