Roommates // c.h.
You just moved in with Calum and had been sharing an apartment with him for a few weeks now. You needed a place to stay and he was a friend of a friend. You both found the other to be nice and we’re just acquaintances. Things were still a bit awkward between the two of you and you didn’t talk much.
One day you decide to give yourself a lazy day off while Calum is at work. After watching several movies and accomplishing close to nothing, you start wandering around the apartment with no intentions. You see Calum’s door cracked open and catch sight of some awesome band posters and a bass guitar.
Your curiosity gets the best of you and next thing you know your in his room admiring all the art and music. The small room is a mess; scribbled notes and clothes strewn everywhere. You didn’t intend on snooping, but eventually you find yourself looking through all the cool stuff he had in his room.
Eventually you stumble across a few CDs and records. Intrigued, you sit criss cross on the floor and start going through all the different and varying bands. About an hour later you’re still in the same position going through what felt like thousands of CDs and records. They were scattered all throughout the room and every time you thought you found all of them you found more. Who know someone could have such a diverse music taste?
You find a Blink-182 CD, the one you had always wanted but never had a chance to buy. You admire it and smile as you read all the songs listed on the back. You drop it when you suddenly hear someone by the door clear the throat. You cheeks redden as you peer up at the tall, confused boy in the doorway. His head is cocked and eyebrows furrowed as he questions,
“Why are you in here?” He was still in his work clothes- his shirt untucked, his sleeves rolled up, the top buttons undone, and his hair looked as if he ran his hand through it about a million times. You felt so embarrassed being caught looking through his stuff and could only stutter out,
“Sorry I-um I saw the door open. I shouldn’t have gone in here, I was just curious - sorry?-I uh- This Pixies CD looks really old, how’d you get it?” You blurt out, picking up the CD next to you had been wondering about earlier. His expression softened giving you a chance to relax. He let out a soft laugh and grabbed it from your hand and mimicked your position on the floor in front of you.
“It’s actually a funny story,” he sighed as he began to explain how he came into possession of the the CD. Once he finished explaining, the two of you began to go through the rest of the music strewn throughout the room. You laugh at his impulse buys, express your curiosity about the ones you’ve never heard of, and relate all your similar tastes.
The next few hours are spent sitting on Calum’s floor and listening to music. He made sure to introduce to all the ones that were new to you and promised to let you borrow every single one. The two of you spent the day lying around, swapping concert stories, and just getting to know each other.
After that, Calum and you were very close and perfectly comfortable being around each other. No one could make you laugh like he did and you’ve never felt so content being around someone up until then. Staying up till 2 am, listening to his music, and eating junk food became a bit of a tradition for you and him and before you knew it, the two of you began to fall for the each other.