Gilbert - the oddball

"Hey." High pitch voice, and you can see his head which is literally peaking above though the hole in the gap of the shower door and somehow you're attracted. "Sam. About yesterday..."

If you just didn't know him better... and, well. you don't but you can already tell from the cut of his jib he isn't into you sexually.

"I wanted to say hi, but you didn't look like you wanted to talk so I didn't and I'm really sorry about that." He says and you turn off the music to hear him a bit more clearly. "But they're having an impromptu movie night at the lecture hall and Clara's asked me to let you know that."

"That's okay Gilbert, really - was my bad as well. Let Clara know I'll be there." You respond back as cheerfully as you can.

"Sorry, Clara's asked me to accompany you there too." Who the hell does Clara think she is? "It's night and sure we're on campus but better safe than sorry tight? ...those are her words not mine. I'll send you a screenshot of the chat."

"No need, I believe you." You sigh and all toweled up get out of the shower stall and nudge him to get out. "Shoo, you're not supposed to be allowed in the girl's bathroom."

"Right!" He shocks himself and runs out.

You can't help it and you laugh hard at his reaction. Like a damn cartoon. You walk out of the bathroom and pat his shoulder. "Good egg."

Gilbert looks confused but still has a plastered smile on. It somehow works to turn you on you almost wanted to bring him to bed but no.

You're sane enough to not fuck him. That's a whole lot of issues you can tell from a mile away he'll be bringing into your life.

Best to stay as friends.

"No harm in fantasising though." Your horsie continues your thoughts and you feel arms on your back that you know aren't real massaging you and you melt a bit.

You groan. "No harm, no foul."

The damn dorm walls are thin and you hear a knock. "Are you alright Sam?"

"Yeah, sorry I think some of my clothes are still in the laundry room." You lie a white lie and quickly put on some jeans and a flannel shirt.

"Oh, I can grab them for you." Gilbert earnestly responds. "Which machine?"

You are. In trouble.

"May day, may day. The Queen is again into someone she really is better of not being into!" Your horsie mockingly sings. You throw your towel at where you think he is and it lands on your dorm roommate's bed. Whoops.

Speaking of, where is she? Oh well. You grab the towel and let it hang over the hamper.

...there's a note on that bed.

You'll read it later.

"Gilbert, let's go. Laundry is going to be fine for me. Clara on the other hand..." You trail off and he nods along in seeming understanding.

"She's a bit of a handful isn't she?" He says and you want to laugh again but you don't because that's such a horrible, horrible human being you are.

"A bit." Her chest too. You want to add, but it's Gilbert. He wouldn't get it you don't think.

Or maybe he does. You don't really know him that well.

The same plastered smile is still on him. You're going with he wouldn't get it.