Unspoken Love

Lex has been in love with her roommate Robinson since about the day she met him. Both are struggling to find a solid career after college and feel that they have only one another to rely on. Lex doesn't want to ruin this friendship by admitting her true feelings to Robinson, so she stays quiet, single, and hopelessly in love.
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I’ve basically been in love with Robinson since the day I met him. A mutual friend from school, Ben, introduced us because we both had been looking for potential roommates. Robinson has always been charming. To be perfectly frank, I have no idea how I hadn’t noticed him in either of the classes that we shared throughout college. He’s the kind of person that commands the attention of everyone in the room. Ben had told me that they always got into clubs underage in college because everyone loved Robinson and he was always able to convince the bouncer, bartender, etcetera, male or female, to let them in or get them drinks.

Of course, I can never tell Robinson that I’m in love with him. Each and every time I come close to confessing my love for him (which is typically after we’ve had a few beers each – sure, we don’t have much money, but Robinson sometimes splurges on beer for us on the weekends) I’ve remembered the fact that Robinson and I have plans together, to make sure that we keep each other afloat in this rough time.

If I tell him that I am head over heels for him, and he doesn’t feel that way about me, am I just going to be one of those girls who throw themselves at him? I’ve always assumed that that was the key trait that Robinson liked in me: the fact that I’m not drooling over him – at least, not outwardly. But, more importantly, what if it makes living together weird? Then, when he gets a job in LA, or I do, he might not want to us to go together. And, for right now, just staying together is enough for me.

“It’s your turn to buy dinner,” I tell him as we’re sat around the laptop watching Stranger Things on Netflix the next day. The subscription is cheaper than the cost of cable television, and we’re just fine with watching everything on Netflix and YouTube.

“I don’t have any money,” he says, elbowing me in the side slightly, telling me to shut up, basically.

I roll my eyes at him, again. I feel like I’m always rolling my eyes at him, but I’m still smiling. “You got paid today.” He elbows me again. “I’m serious, Robinson. I’m hungry.” On cue, my stomach rumbles. “Stop elbowing me,” I yell.

“I bought some Hamburger Helper. Will you make it? I’m hungry, too.” I hit the spacebar, pausing the show, and Robinson says, “Hey, why’d you do that?”

I’m already up toward the kitchen when he begins to play the show again. I try to block out the noise, which isn’t too hard once I finally spot the Hamburger Helper on the counter, because right next to it is a phone number, written on the back of the receipt.

“What’s this?” I call out, and he looks up at me. I’m holding the receipt, and I’m trying to sound light-hearted, but I’m not really sure how I sound. I’ve never seen Robinson take a girl’s number before – well, never seriously. Most of the time it’s waitresses who leave their number on our check, which he will just ignore, or cashiers who he’ll pretend that he just didn’t hear when they offer up a date.

He chuckles a bit, pausing the show, “The cashier gave me her number. You can throw it out.” But, looking down at the receipt, I notice that it’s his handwriting. She didn’t just give him her number, he took the time to write her number down. I don’t throw it away, but instead put it back on the counter. He doesn’t play the show again.

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