Page 6 of Truth Or Dare
As I said.
Love fucking sucks.
Chapter 2
Just for the summer
“Dude.” The pounding on my door snaps me out of a half-asleep daze. I groan, rubbing my eyes as I struggle to wake up fully. “Turn down the music.”
My eyes snap open, the brightness of the sun coming through the window, momentarily blinding me. I glance toward the radio playing music on the bedside table and curse under my breath. Forgot to turn it down again.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Ok. Jeez. I’m going.” I roll out of bed, cursing at the chill of the floor beneath my bare feet as I stumble toward the door, my head throbbing with each step, and lower the music.
I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the fog of sleep as I groan. It’s way too damn early to be awake, especially since I crashed at six in the morning after a late-night gaming session with Gabi.
I catch sight of myself in the mirror and quickly run my hand through my hair, trying to tame the bedhead before I open the door and step out into the hallway. The delicious smell of bacon wafts into my nostrils, and I follow my nose into the kitchen, where I find Liam, my roommate, busy at the stove.
“Look who’s finally up. You know it’s half-past-one, right?” Liam teases, glancing over his shoulder at me.
“Slept late,” I mumble, plopping down at the kitchen island and eyeing up his cooking. “Looks good.”
“Seriously,” he says, sliding a few strips of bacon onto my plate. “How can you sleep with the music blasting like that?”
I shrug, popping a strip of bacon into my mouth. “Always have done,” I tell him between chews. “It doesn’t bother me.”
“Well, it bothers me,” he says with a shake of his head. “Not all of us stay awake the whole night.”
“Jetlag?” I say with a smirk, teasing him.
“You’ve been here four years,” he says with a scoff. “Doubt that jetlag is still an issue, dickhead.”
I raise my eyebrows, scarfing down the bacon. Can’t believe it’s been that long. Four years.
“You staying around for the summer?” Liam asks as he flips another piece of bacon in the pan. “Or you going back to the states this year?”
The mention of going back to America makes me freeze. Can’t go back there. At least not home. “I don’t know yet,” I admit, my voice a little strained.
He nods, turning off the stove and plating up his breakfast. “Well, you can always stay here,” he says. “But I’m moving out at the end of the month so…”
“Already?” My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
“Yeah, man. I got a job up north, so I need to move soon. You’ll be good paying rent?” Liam asks, arching a brow.
“Yeah, it’ll be fine,” I assure him. At least I have one thing going for me. This job I snagged a few months back as a game developer is pretty awesome. I practically get paid to game all day.
“Great.” He finishes off his breakfast, tossing the plate in the sink. “I’m going to work late tonight. You want to come to the pub with the guys once I’m done?”
My phone buzzes, and I glance down at it, seeing my favorite name in the world.
Gabi:
Guess what?
“Think I’m staying in,” I say, pushing myself off the stool.
“Alright. Suit yourself. Later.”
