Raunchy Roommate

by Bethany Morgan

  Benjamin opened the door before I even had a chance to quickly squeak out the answer. His large body slumped into the backseat, clicking his seat-belt in as it constricted around him. "Hey Stu, if you guys have a girl can you name it Caitlin after Good Caitlin?"

  Stuart sent a glare in my direction, but finally broke his facade and let out a light chuckle. His brown eyes glimpsed into the rear-view mirror as he began to drive out of the parking lot so he could meet Benjamin's blue irises. "Benjamin, we don't even know if she's pregnant or not yet."

  "Well I hope she isn't. Sorry, Ann. But you guys are stupid," Benjamin declared, speaking the ideas that flowed right off his tongue without even bothering to think about it.

  A silence fell upon us. Only the sound of Stuart's car's tires maneuvering over some bumpy gravel could be heard. I twisted around to glance at Benjamin's lonesome self in the backseat. "Or we could name it Arabella after the Arctic Monkeys song," I blurted out.

  The two boys joined me in an eruption of laughter at how delayed my response was. "Or Josie after the Blink song," Stuart suggested, his eyes rapidly glimpsing over at me before returning his attention back to the road.

  Benjamin crossed one of his feet over his leg, making a triangle shape. "Well I'm just glad that I know now. I am the first one in the band to know, right?" Benjamin inquired like a little child who wanted to feel special for once.

  "Yeah. And you're going to be the only one who knows until we find out the results. You can't tell anyone. I don't want to deal with all of the annoying crap from the press," Stuart warned, his jaw immediately clenching just from the mention of something so irritating.

  Benjamin huffed in response, leaning forward to stick his head between the opening between the driver's and passenger's seats to feel closer to the two of us. "Okay, fine. I guess that makes sense but I just can't believe you didn't tell us you two got back together. We have a group message for a reason! It's been like three days apart and you already forgot the band-mate code. You're supposed to tell us everything."

  "You guys are so cute," I said, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness crawl over me about hearing how close they all still are. Stuart picked up my hand and brought our intertwined fingers up to his lips, allowing his lips to graze against my knuckles.

  "We're not going to be cute for much longer if Stu keeps disclosing information from me," Benjamin threatened. He let out a little giggle. "I mean, what's next? Are you going to like propose and not tell anyone about that either?"

  I couldn't help but laugh again at the irony of this situation. Stuart's lips even curved up into a highly amused smile. He gave my hand a tight squeeze as if we were communicating without any words. I knew him so well and he knew me so well, and I knew whatever was going to happen in the future would be okay as long as I was with him, feeling as giddy as I do right now.

  Chapter 62

  Annabel

  A silver dress that shimmered like a disco ball was clinging to my body, hugging the slight curves that I wished to accentuate. My feet were squished into a pair of black heels that I'd probably be ditching later. I kept my phone handy since I was still awaiting my results from the doctor's, but I wasn't going to let the anticipation of the news stop me from having a good New Year's Eve.

  Stuart was on his way over to pick me up so we could arrive to the party at Bradley's house together. Even though he has been slightly obsessed with spending every chance he got with me, after our ice cream date with Benjamin we really haven't seen each other that much. I was spending a lot of time with my family and my new nephew and catching up with some people in Australia, and Stuart has been hanging with the band again and had went on a road-trip with his old friends from school. I admit that I did miss him during all of this, but it was good for us to hang out with some other people as well.

  "Anna?" My father called as he peaked out the curtain of the front window. "Stuart's here!"

  I strolled over to the front door where Stuart was now standing. His eyes locked onto me immediately, scanning over my body with a look of lust. Stuart was dressed in his usual black skinny jeans, along with a black tank top that hung perfectly off of his broad shoulder and cut down on the sides, revealing his toned abs and tanned skin. I smiled at him, and he returned the expression.

  "You kids be safe tonight, okay? I know it's legal for you to drink but that doesn't mean you have to. If you do, make sure you don't have too much, and call me if you need anything at all, alright?" My dad rambled off, insinuating with his worried conversation how much he cared about our well-being.

  "Okay, Dad. We're probably going to sleepover at Bradley's so you don't have to worry about us driving. Have a great New Year's!" I told him happily. I knew I wouldn't be drinking tonight just in case I actually was pregnant, but I still wanted to sleepover to make it more fun.

  My father placed his hand on Stuart's shoulder. "Take care of my daughter, okay Stu?"

  Stuart smiled down at me. "Of course, Mr. McKenzie. I always will."

  I couldn't help but grin again. His words were so casual, yet I knew there was an underlying deeper meaning behind them. My heart wanted to burst from the amount of love he always managed to overwhelm me with.

  I followed Stuart out of my house and into the passenger side of his car. As soon as we he had slammed his door shut, his palms immediately reached out to cup my cheeks and he collided our lips together. "I've missed you so much," He mumbled in between kisses.

  "I missed you too," I replied, recoiling back into my seat so I could properly buckle up. Stuart ignited the engine and started to drive down the newly paved road, keeping one hand on the steering wheel and intertwining his fingers with mine with his other hand.

  My thumb traced along the top of his hand, admiring how large they are and the veins that protruded out of his skin slightly. It amazes me that this palm that I can hold right now in such an innocent manner is the same hand that can touch my entire body, practically making my skin set on fire from his tender touch.

  "Are you excited for tonight?" Stuart asked, his brown eyes flickering from the winding road in front of us and back to me.

  I placed his palm back onto my bare leg, letting his fingers rest on my inner thigh. He smirked slightly, running his dry hands over my leg. "Yeah, I am. I haven't been to a party in awhile. And I can't wait to hear what you say when you're completely wasted."

  "Hey," He whined, his jaw clenching together tightly. "I don't always say embarrassing things!"

  I chuckled. "Yeah, okay," I responded sarcastically. "Should I go find all of those times you drunk texted when we were broken up?"

  Stuart lifted my hand up again, bringing the back of my palm up to his lips like he always did, letting them graze against my skin before giving it a chaste kiss. "Babe, you should feel honored by that. Even my unconscious mind is always thinking about you."

  I raised my eyebrows. He did make a valid point. "I love you."

  Stuart's head swiveled over to look at me, a bright smile overtaking all of his features as if me saying this to him so randomly had made his entire day. "Ann, that was so cute.

  "You're so cute," I shot back, leaning over the compartment in between the front seats so I could get closer to him. I placed my lips onto his long neck, letting my tongue glide against his warm skin. I sucked slightly as I pressed kisses onto the entire surface, making a deep moan escape his lips.

  He giggled as I moved my lips down further, approaching his collarbone. He tried to wiggle away from me, but I was so entranced by how hot he looked that I wanted to kiss him all over. "Baby, that tickles," He confessed, still giggling.

  I confidently slid my hand down his body until I reached his crotch, palming him through his jeans. Stuart's eyes widened and he tried to nudge me off of him while still grasping onto the steering wheel. "Ann," He whined, dragging out my name. "Not now, baby. Not now."

  I pouted, resting my chin onto his shoulder. I kissed onto the top of his sharp cheekbones, right where the light wo
uld reflect off of them. I kept my hand on his crotch, still gently moving it. "Come on, Stu. I never got to give you that road head that I wanted to do when I got my wisdom teeth removed."

  Stuart gulped. He grasped onto my wrist, physically pulling my hand away and pushed my body off of him once we pulled up to a stop sign. He shot me a quick glare. "Annabel, if your mouth even moves anywhere close to that region I am bound to crash this car. Can you please stop being so horny and just wait until like after midnight?"

  I laughed lightly, feeling my cheeks flush with a shade of pink from being rejected. "Okay," I murmured. "I'm sorry, you just look really hot today."

  Stuart's goofy grin reappeared onto his face that was previously plastered with that intimidating expression. He raised his eyebrows at me. "Oh yeah?" He asked in amusement. "Well you look hot everyday, Ann. Honestly. I'm so lucky."

  I rolled my eyes at him, causing him to scoff. He pulled down the street where I'm assuming Bradley lived since I could see all of the cars lined up on the road there. "I'm being serious! You're so beautiful. And you have a beautiful personality too. I guarantee when we go to this party every single guy there is going to be so jealous that they don't have a girl like you by their side."

  I smiled, now feeling my cheeks blush from how overly sweet he was being. I couldn't ask for a better boy to be in love with. Not only was he the biggest goofball on the planet that had the ability of making me laugh no matter what the circumstances, he also showered me with so much love. "You're too sweet to me, Stu. I'm even luckier to be in love with you."

  "True. If I was a girl I would totally date me," Stuart teased, parking his car in Bradley's driveway as opposed to on the street where everyone else left their cars. He twisted the keys out of the car and gripped onto a jacket before filing out of his vehicle, waiting for me to come out on the passenger side.

  Bradley opened the front door, his jaw dropping at the sight of us. He let out a little squeal. "My favorite couple! Look at you guys! You're so cute together, you know that? I just want to cuddle you guys forever," Bradley gushed, wrapping his arms around the two of us in a group hug, nuzzling his soft cheeks against my face.

  "You're drunk, Mike," Stuart stated, pushing him off of him. He chuckled a little bit at his band-mate's level of intoxication.

  Bradley lifted the condensation-ridden bottle that he has been gripping onto back up to his lips, taking another swig. He laughed afterward, and I could nearly the smell the liquor on his breath with each chuckle. "Yeah I am. It's New Year's! We're supposed to be drunk. Go ahead and get a drink off the table, guys."

  I wanted to stay and talk to Bradley more, because I always found people in their drunken state to be entirely amusing, but Stuart grasped my wrist instead, tugging me off towards his kitchen. The music blaring from the speakers grew louder as we travelled further into the house. Stuart had to bring his mouth to my ear in order for me to be able to hear him. "You're not going to drink, right? I mean, just in case?"

  I tilted my head upwards to kiss his cheek to thank him for his concern. "Of course I won't be drinking."

  "My girl is so smart," Stuart declared with so much pride. He slipped the jacket that he was carrying over his body before weaving us through the crowd of unfamiliar people and towards the table full of booze. Stuart cracked open a can and took a big gulp. "Too bad I'm dumb and I'm going to get hammered tonight."

  My mouth twitched up into a small smile. I wasn't going to stop him from partying tonight, I just hope he wouldn't be getting too out of hand. He never drinks enough water to stop himself from getting a hangover. "Just, um, be safe. Okay?"

  Stuart quickly pecked my lips. "Don't worry, Ann. I'm a champ."

  "Yeah, sure," I mumbled in complete sarcasm, heading towards the sliding glass door that lead to outside. Even more people seemed to be out there dancing around, and I wanted to scope it out. "I'm going to go outside."

  Stuart sped up to match my pace. "Wait, let me come with you."

  It was easy to spot Clayton and Benjamin due to Benjamin's height and the circle of people crowding around the outgoing Clayton. I gravitated towards them, breathing in the aroma of alcohol and freshly cut grass that smothered the air outside.

  "Anna!" Clayton yelled once he noticed us walking towards him. He broke past the people surrounding him to scoop me up into his arms.

  "Hi, Clay," I greeted with a giggle.

  Stuart clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth in annoyance when Clayton said nothing to him. "Hey, I'm here too, you know."

  Clayton punched his arm gently. "Shut up, I just saw you yesterday. How is my little Annabel?"

  I felt a breeze from being outdoors at night time tickle the tops of my skin. I shivered involuntarily, crossing my arms over my chest. "Well right now I'm pretty cold."

  I glimpsed up at Stuart, wondering if he would be kind enough to give me his jacket. Instead he just shook his head at me. "Maybe you should have worn a coat then?" He replied in his usual sassy manner.

  Clayton rolled his eyes at his band mate, shrugging his black denim jacket off of his shoulders. "Here, you can have mine," He insisted, about to drape the lightweight coat over me until Stuart stopped him.

  "No! She can have mine. Sorry, babe," Stuart murmured, letting his jealousy creep back over him. He took the jacket from his car off of his toned body and handed it to me, letting my petite frame drown in the excess fabric. Stuart smiled at the sight.

  Clayton clapped his hands together after he had put his coat back on. "Well, Benjamin and I were about to play some beer pong. Do you two want to try and beat us?"

  I grinned. I was always up for competition. "Dude, we're totally going to kick your asses," I stated , making Clayton's bright smile reappear from my enthusiasm. "I'm not drinking tonight though. But I'll still play."

  Clayton's untamed eyebrows furred together in confusion. "Why not? I thought the band was supposed to sleep over? You're included with the band, Ann."

  "No, I know. But my brother just had a baby and there were a lot of problems so I just want to be prepared in case they need me. I might have to drive so I can't be drunk, just in case," I lied, using my improv skills yet again. I glimpsed up at Stuart as we strolled towards the ping pong table, and his jaw returned back to its clenched position.

  "Oh okay. Well, Stu you'll just have to drink for Anna then," He declared, patting Stuart's back.

  Benjamin made his way over to the ping pong table, his eyes widening when I picked up the wooden paddle. "You're playing?" He questioned.

  "I'm drinking for her," Stuart announced, his eyes sternly meeting Benjamin's to warn him not to mention anything. Benjamin nodded his head as if he understood the message Stuart was sending him.

  "Yeah, Ann might have to drive later," Clayton added to explain to Benjamin, even though Benjamin was already very aware of the real reason why I wasn't drinking. This caused his pink lips to curve into a proud smirk due to his knowledge, but he tried to stop his expression from being too obvious. "You guys can go first."

  I nodded. I picked up one of the ping pong balls, holding it firmly between my thumb and my pointer finger. I lined up my elbow straighter, trying to build up the perfect shot. "Don't miss, Ann," Benjamin shouted from the other end of the table, purposely trying to mess me up. I launched the ball into the air, and it somehow managed to land into one of the red, plastic cups and make some beer splash up.

  "Dude, I didn't know you were good at this?" Stuart said with surprise, his eyebrows raised upwards as he smiled down at him. "Just keep it up, okay?"

  Clayton finished drinking the cup that my ball had landed into, placing the nearly empty cup off to the side. He twisted his head from side to side crack his neck before picking up another ping pong ball. "Alright, alright. That was impressive, Ann. But it's always easy in the beginning, babe."

  I shook my head at him, watching his ball soar through the air and just barely miss one of the cups. I gave Stuart a high-five as our lead continued.


  I placed my palm on Stuart's shoulder, massaging his muscles gently. "Come on, Stu. You can do this," I coached. He shrugged me off of him and then threw the tiny ball, and luckily it landed inside yet another cup, making the two of us celebrate again.

  Benjamin, visibly frustrated after downing the cup, slammed his fist onto the table tennis table. "This is ridiculous. I should have picked Stuart as my partner," He mumbled, situating the ball between his thumb and pointer finger.

  He flicked it upwards and it rolled around the rim of the red plastic cup before sinking into it. Stuart raised his eyes at me in a warning manner before lifting the cup up to his lips to gulp down the alcohol.

  I felt the pressure to make another shot even more now that Benjamin had made the shot, and that a crowd of people were now watching the game. I didn't know who any of them were, so I'm not sure if they are Bradley's old friends from school or if they are just people who are watching us because we're famous.

  Unfortunately, I completely missed the next throw. It wasn't even close. My cheeks started burning up, especially when Benjamin and Clayton laughed at how terrible it was and when Stuart threw his hands up in the air in frustration. "Annabel! What happened to being good at this?" He shouted, making my shoulders slump down.

  "Sorry! I don't know what happened," I admitted, running a hand through my hair.

  Stuart slung his arm around my shoulder, pulling the side of my forehead close to him so he could plant a kiss on my temple. "It's okay, Ann. I'm only messing with you," He assured me, giggling softly at how disappointed I was for missing my shot. "Just make sure we don't lose."

  The game continued on and more people gathered around us and more drinks were being gulped down in each round. It had to be almost midnight by now, but everyone seemed to be too consumed in this battle.

  I felt my phone start to vibrate, which naturally confused me as to who could possibly be calling me at this hour. I glimpsed down at the screen, my eyes nearly bugging out of my head as I recognized the number. It was the doctor's.