|My Roommate's Girlfriend
Author: A Fire Inside PM
It's not him. It's not just any girl that he meets...It's just her. His roommate's girlfriend. He can't stop himself from developing "unwanted" feeling towards her. He just can't...Read and Review.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Yamato I./Matt & Mimi T. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,358 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 06-02-05 - Published: 12-27-04 - id: 2192493
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My Roommate's Girlfriend
They aren't dating exclusively, they aren't dating exclusively. That's all I really have to keep in mind if I want to see an "upside" to this, er, predicament. I mean, we both met her the same day…yet he somehow asked her out before I did…How'd I let that one happen? He isn't exactly known for being quick.
Then again I did have a doctor's appointment that day which did leave them alone for a while. I still don't get it though! This is the guy who takes a week to ask a girl out and two weeks to break up with them. And I'm expected to believe the he asked her out within three days of getting to know her!
How could she have said yes? We were both hitting on her, (and as conceited as this may sound) he doesn't stand a chance when put up against me! I've got my boyish charm and killer hair…And he? He has the brain capacity of a third grader. He's my friend I know in the back of my mind I shouldn't be talking about him this way…But it's just so, so inconvenient.
"Oh well," I stepped off the ledge of the curb. "They aren't dating exclusively, that's all--" My sentence was cut off by the screeching tires of the taxi. The cab just barley halted before it could reach my legs, the driver glaring at me through the windshield.
"Hey! I'm walking here!" I exclaimed as I brought my palms down on the cab's hood. I picked up my briefcase and was on my way. Jerk, should watch where he's going. I glanced over at the traffic signals only to discover he had a green. "Pedestrians always have the right of way" I scoffed as I continued on home.
I knocked lightly on the door as I held a bouquet of flowers behind my back. "I stopped by the shop and picked these up for you, Ms. Mudo," A smile upon my face as I greeted my elderly neighbor, handing her the flowers.
"What is it this time Yamato?" And if you're wondering about the next batch of cookies, you're in luck. Flora came by today and dropped some off." Ms. Mudo said gesturing for me to take a seat.
"How was your day?" I asked recalling my manners.
"Terrific, the girls and I planned a girl's night out, scheduled for tomorrow. When Howard passed away I never thought I'd be happy again, but I've been proven wrong." She explained to me as she handed me a chocolate chip cookie.
"That's great…I know you asked me to stop, but I have to know…Did Taichi have Mimi over today, just out of curiosity?" I asked my smirk slowly fading as she gave me a look of disappointment.
"Now Yamato…You may be old enough to be my son…However, I see you as a friend. As a friend I'm telling you this: If they were a set of rabbits that apartment would be overflowing." She said as she removed her glasses.
I put my head down and brought my hands to my face. "Are you sure, because Taichi tends to moan whenever he eats food," a shred of hope in my eyes and voice.
"Yamato, you're filling your head with misplaced optimism and fantasies…I'm going to use some words that will make neither of us uncomfortable to describe what they were most likely doing. Sex, when a guy's…communication goes into her…information, to increase the population for a younger generation. Now, do you get the information? Or do you need a demonstration?" Ms. Mudo told me with a stern face. "I don't know what to tell you," she admitted as smile on her face as she patted me on the back.
"Thanks anyway, I guess I should get going then. Bye Ms. Mudo," I excused myself. I headed down the hall (Or the four-six steps) to where my roommate and I lived. Did she have that planned out; it rhymed too, kind of creepy coming from an old woman…Lately it's almost as if she had moved in as well making, it very hard for me to ignore her…What a transition! Way to go from motherly figure, to the girl you're crushing on!
"Shut-up," I demanded that voice in the back of my mind as I opened the door.
"Hey Yamato, why'd you get in so late?" her sweet voice came from the other room. I followed her voice into the living room, and there she was.
Sure she may be my roommate's/best friend's girlfriend but that didn't deprive me of the right to think she's hot…When did the neckline of her tank top become so…plunging? Where was this thought headed again?
"Well, you know," I regained the ability to utilize my voice. "We had a meeting over at the office, and the catering was late…Which basically translates into cruel and unusual methods of punishments, adding in the pizza guy was late…And you've got the wonderful world of accounting." I explained as I took a seat next to her on the couch.
"I never knew accountants had it so rough." She commented as she flipped her auburn locks.
"Well Mimi, we can't all live off Daddy's money," that slipped hopefully she doesn't take too much offense.
"Excuse me, I have a job. I'm assistant buyer at Ralph Lauren," she said in a tone which seemed half playful and half defensive.
"And you got that job courtesy of which parent, your mother or your father?" I couldn't help but smirk at her reaction.
"Bite me," she muttered her retaliation.
"I would, but I don't think Taichi would like that very much." I guess you can call that my way of gracefully changing the subject. What Taichi doesn't know won't hurt him, that voice reminded me.
"What made you think I would let you?" She asked in an insinuating tone.
"You kind of handed me an invitation a moment ago…That is unless you didn't hear your tone." I shifted my position so that I had a better view of her.
"Maybe it was, but that offer expired when you questioned it." Before things could get more awkward, a shirtless Taichi stepped out of his room yawning.
"Hey guys, what's up?" Taichi questioned.
AN: This fic was written with minor assistance from Hippie Pot Smoker...So basically anything I normally wouldn't write, was his idea.