Nicholas

You had a roommate, Nicholas. And he watched. He’d peek from under the covers when you were settling in for the night, accidentally drift by while you brushed your teeth, or “purposefully” linger in the kitchen during breakfast. He was always a little much, a bit of a pest even. But lately, it felt…odd. Sometimes there was a smirk playing on his lips, and other times, his gaze held a flicker of genuine curiosity

And so, when you finally climbed into bed, the two beds face each by perhaps design, Nick suddenly broke the silence

“Hey, mate…You know, I’ve been watching you. And I still can’t quite figure you out. Are you always…like this? And, uh, I’m sorry, but I guess I just wish I could get to know you better"