Chapter 13: Regis' POV – The Bed of Doom
I opened the door to the room and immediately regretted everything.
Behind me stood my walking nightmare: Bom. Tall. White-haired, too gorgeous . Overly confident. Affectionate toward literally anything that moves he touch everything alive !.
I stepped inside. The room was small—tight walls, one dim crystal lantern, and barely enough space for two full breaths. Four people here? Impossible , i understand clavis comment more now ...
But the real horror?
"Only one bed?!" I shouted.
Bom peeked over my shoulder. "Oh, right. We got the parental suite,awseome." He grinned like it was a compliment.
"Why didn't Faye take this room?" I asked, already panicking.
"She said a one-person room shouldn't have a two-person bed. Said it felt greedy."
He chuckled. "Kind of her, huh?"
Kind? No. Cruel. Cruel ++++ betrayal.
I was going to sleep in the same bed as this chaotic lunatic? He'd probably try to hug me. Or worse—kiss me again. Someone help me.
Desperate, I leaned a hand against the mirror. Bom shoved past me and stared at his reflection like it owed him money.
"Oh. Hello, you," he purred to himself. "Who is that beauty in the mirror?" he laught and add " me obviously ... "
I froze. He was flirting with his own reflection.
"Stop that!" I snapped. "It's weird. You take the left side. I'll take the right. And don't even THINK about crossing the pillow wall."
I sprinted to the bed and built a mountain of pillows between us like it was the border between two enemies kingdoms at war.
Bom burst into laughter. "You really think I want to touch you? Regis, please. People fight to touch me , look at me i'm THE HANDSOME ."
Then He struck a ridiculous model pose. "Look at this face."
"Go to sleep, you fool," I muttered, pulling off my armor and sliding under the blanket.
Bom yawned. "Okay, okay, i will go."
Then I turned—and choked.
He had removed everything except his underwear. A single pair of black silk briefs with a chicken logo ... , ( at this point he is obssesed !)
The man looked like he was sculpted by a god with a big ego problem.
"What the HELL are you doing?" I hissed.
"I always sleep like this," he replied casually, brushing his hair like a prince. "Normally I sleep fully naked, but I left the panties on as a sign of respect for you ."
"fully naked ! ,Don't touch me," I growled.
He rolled his eyes. "Relax, Snowflake. You're not my type."
Well thank god i'm not his type then !
He slid under the covers.
Five minutes later, he stole all the blankets.
I tugged. He tugged back.
Tug. Tug. Tug. Blanket war.
Eventually I passed out from sheer exhaustion, freezing and defeated, he won ...
The next thing I heard was Bob's voice:
"Wait—is he HUGGING him?! While he's half-naked i'm dreaming faye ?"
Then Faye's: "...It definitely looks like that , bob ."
My eyes snapped open.
I was spooning Bom.
Bom, who was wide awake and smug as hell.
I screamed and shoved him off.
Faye and Bob were in tears laughing. Hector and Clavis stood frozen at the door like the trauma had just activated.
Bom stretched. "Wow, you touch me and I'm the bad guy now? Everyone saw it, right?"
Bob and Faye nodded like bobbleheads in the same time .
"And by the way," Bom added, "Hector was right. You do talk in your sleep a lot even , i agree with him , last time being in the same room us you "
"Don't say it like that!" I interrupted. "People will misunderstand!"
Bom leaned toward the group, all sarcasm: "Last time I slept with him "
"BOM!"
Faye sighed, covering her eyes. "Please put on some clothes."
Bob blinked. "Wow. I saw abs. That's like, twelve ."
"Inappropriate, Bob!, but yeah its twelve !" , Faye said, shoving him lightly.
Bom threw on a loose shirt and yawned. "Worst night of my life. Total nightmare."
Bob ran up, concerned. "What did he do to you? Did he snore? Did he cry? Did he confess something?"
Bom gave him a dramatic pause, then whispered, "He did everything bob ."
I screamed again.
Worst. Roommate. Ever. Worst . Night .Ever