update

UPDATE: my roommate isn’t straight and neither am i (apparently) — things escalated 🫩

okay so a lot of people asked what happened after the whole “that might be my fault” moment.

yeah.

about that.

so after he says that, we’re just sitting there on the couch. silence again. the rain outside is going crazy like it’s in a dramatic movie or sum.

and I swear he does NOT move away.

if anything he leans closer.

my brain is like bro say something normal. literally anything. ask about the weather. taxes. dinosaurs. i don’t know.

instead I just stare at him like an idiot.

then he goes, quiet:

“you’re thinking really loud.”

I go “you’re standing really close.”

he just smiles. like he won something.

then he says:

“you gonna do something about it?”

BRO.

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THAT 😔

so I’m like “maybe.”

he raises an eyebrow.

“maybe?”

and I don’t know what possessed me but I grab the front of his hoodie and pull him closer.

like at this point my brain had already left the building.

and yeah.

we kissed.

not like some soft movie kiss either. nah bro grabbed the back of my neck like he’d been waiting for this since the dinosaurs went extinct 🥹

after a minute I pull back because my brain finally reboots.

and I go

“this is probably a bad idea.”

this man looks at me dead serious and says

“then why are you still holding my hoodie?”

…

I look down.

still gripping it.

traitor hands 💔

anyway long story short we ended up in the kitchen at 2am making ramen like nothing happened.

except now he keeps doing this thing where he randomly comes up behind me and rests his chin on my shoulder.

and yesterday he had the audacity to say:

“so… are we gonna talk about the kissing thing or just keep doing it?”

so yeah.

rent is still cheap.

ramen supply is gone.

and my roommate?

still way too close 😌🥀