WHY I HATE MY ROOMMATE
That awkward moment when my crush visited me, we
had just finished lunch and was now sitting in my bed listening to those blues
that can make your blood tingle. Our body rhythm was beating so fast, as our
hands clasped together. Looking into her eyes and understanding that eye
contact that says “I want you now”, I made a move.
We
were about to make out, our lips clipped together in such an erotic kiss, my
right hand was already sliding down her light-smooth shoulder, and my left hand
was doing a passionate caress down her laps. Suddenly someone knocked.
We
both recoiled in shock. She adjusted her blouse that had almost come off, while
I made for the door. I pushed it slightly ajar, who else would be knocking, but
my annoying roommate.
He
is always in the habit of barging in whenever I am about to make out, luckily
for me that say, I had bolted the door, if not, he would have barged in when I
was already...
That’s
not the only reason I hate him, he is just a lion when it comes to food. He
devours anything edible without caring about others. He can devour a food
prepared to serve us for two days in just one meal, and still complain of
hunger.
Nevertheless,
why would I even think of making out with my crush? She’s not my girlfriend, and
how stupid she was, she always allows me, yet whenever I propose relationship
to her she still tells me she has a boyfriend. Who is fooling who?
Anyway,
thanks for my roommate, he just saved me from gonorrhea, because that’s what
my crush was diagnosed of. So, the reason why I hate my roommate is the same
reason why I now like him. Sometimes life can be that way.
You
probably hate your friend because she is a talkative, but you might like her
tomorrow when you realize that her talk saved you from a huge mess.
Sometimes,
all we see as bad, are just good waiting to be polished.
Augustus Bill
©2014
TUN/0018//04/10/14
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