In Vino Veritas

And so begins your life with Charlie.

You sneak into the washroom and rub one out in the shower. An activity that would become all too common in the days ahead. You think of Sam as you do so, though intrusive thoughts of your roommate appear unbidden. In the morning you go out to a nice breakfast together.

Things really begin to pick up that day. Classes begin the next day and you still had a lot to do. Books and supplies to get, orientations to attend, and a few other things. The real rush of new and returning students hits the campus full ****. Where there was once silence and space now there are people everywhere. Energetic young men and women all excited for the new year. All meeting, talking, introducing. Being an outgoing sort you meet so many new and interesting people that day.

The day flits by with you and Charlie doing your own things to get ready. Your favorite part of the day is the end, when you and your roommate just lie on your beds talking about the day gone by and the week to come.

The first week breezes by and you begin to settle into what would become your new routine. It was a strange mix of you and Charlie doing your own things punctuated with precious time where you would be inseparable. You had different circles, different activities. You would work out while he would study, etc. You had separate classes and separate interests but when you could you absolutely loved being with your little friend and he with you.

He was the Yin to your Yang, the cold to your hot, the sweet to your spicy, the brains to your brawn. You were opposites yet complimented each other perfectly. Hour by hour, day by day, you learn more and more of each other. Every morning you eat together and every night you take time to tell each other of your day. The physical temptation never wanes but you had set your boundaries and you stick to them.

That first Saturday night was an interesting one as you once more make an ass of yourself.

You are sneaking back into the dorm. You'd been out with some of the guys from the hall to a beginning of semester party. It had been a good time and holy shit had you been a hit with the girls. Your good looks and charisma making you an instant hit. They had been damn near throwing themselves at you. At one point you had two little hotties pressed up against you on either side. A buxom red head and a minxy little short haired Asian. They had been wet from head to toe for some reason, likely having taken a dunk in the pool at the party house. You flirted shamelessly and joked and even groped a bit, not as much as they did to you mind you. Despite the **** and their lewd invitations your resolve stood strong, in fact it was surprisingly easy.

The four of you sneak back into the dorm in that loud sneaking way drunks have. It was in the early hours of the morning, a few of the guys were still up but most everyone was asleep. "Shhhh. Mama Rose'll hear us!" One of them says and you all start laughing as you stumble by her door. One of you falling down, you and the others help him back up. You say your goodbyes at the stairs and you stagger your way to your room.

You'd left your keys at home since you knew Charlie would be in. You hadn't planned on being out quiet so late. You are happy to see by the light under the door he was still up. You knock lightly. After a moment the door opens. You lurch into the room as Charlie closes the door behind you. You could see on his computer screen some school work open, he was such a workaholic.

You turn and sway back and forth as you smile down at him, a wide stupid drunken grin. You step up to stand so very close to him, he grimaces and turns his face from your breath. Luckily or unluckily for Charlie you were a big silly teddy bear when you were drunk.

"Hi Sharlie." You slur, that goofy grin only widening as you looked at him.

He laughs. "Oh man are you drunk." He pushes against your chest with both hands, you take an uneasy backward step.

You blink one eye then the other. "Yeah I hads a couple...drinks. Um. Hi Sharlie."

He shakes his head and walks back to sit at his computer and return to his work. "Hi Sharlie." You say once more.

"Hello Jonathan." He says without looking. "Did you have a good time?"

You smile. "You call me Jonasan. He he he." You belch. "Woulda been funner wish you zhere... Dere were lotsa girls zhere."

He ignores you as you just stand grinning like a fool and watching him. You sway this way and that but you stay stood in the middle of the small room. Just staring. He finally looks over his shoulder and sighs. "What are you doing?"

"You're shexy. How you like zhat? I don't get it. You're not shupposed to be like zhat."

He rolls his eyes. "You're drunk."

You keep smiling. "Yeah." You then have a brilliant idea. "Hey, let's kish."

"Ew, gross. No thanks. I don't kiss drunks."

"Okay. Hey, less go get pizza."

"No thank you."

"Oh...okay. Hey, you should come out wish me nex' time. We'll get shit faced togezzer."

"No thanks."

You giggle. "Okay...Hey I know! Let's kish."

"Jonathan...sit down before you fall over." He was taking this all very well considering, it helped the pair of you were so comfortable together already. He trusted you even in your **** state. It was a well placed trust, you'd rather tear your own arms from your shoulders than harm a hair on his cute little head. He says again. "Come on, sit down Jonathan."

"Yes shir!" You sit on his bed with a clumsy thump. "He he he. I'll shleep here tonight." You bounce up and down a few times on your butt.

He sighs. "On your bed."

You grumble in disappointment as you stagger over to your own bed. You were having fun listening to his instructions though. You laugh. "Tell me what elshe to do, you're tha....tha bosh. Want me to get naked." You laugh again. "I shows you mine if you shows me yoursh."

"I've seen yours...a lot."

You laugh harder. "Oh yeah! Ha ha ha! I'm such a shlut."

You just keep staring and smiling at him like a love sick puppy. He is focused on the screen, his fingers flying over the keyboard faster than you could process. You continue to sit and admire him. After a while he can't ignore you any longer. He looks over his shoulder and laughs. He was exasperated but he was also entertained by your making a fool of yourself. "What now!?"

"You're cute!" You state boldly.

"You're drunk." He replies again, equally boldly.

You sigh and blow out a long breath. "Yeah. I sink I am." The room was spinning and you were having a harder time focusing.

"Lie down Jonathan." He says, a firm note entering his soft voice.

"Yes shir." You follow direction, lying on your back but with your head turned towards him. "Want me to get naked? Hey, um, let's fuck."

"Oh my god, you are incorrigible!"

"Hey!" You exclaim, taking playful offense at the comment. "I'z never even been to Germany!" You retort.

He starts to laugh, a long hard genuine belly laugh. "That doesn't even make any sense!"

You are grinning ear to ear, his laughter was music to your soul. You blurt out. "Shleep wish me tonight Sharlie. Shleep wish me."

"I don't think so." He gets up. "Come on, get under the blankets." He helps you under your covers, you still had your clothes on but you didn't care. You look up at him as he tucks you in and pats your broad chest. "Good night Jonathan."

You look up at him, your bleary eyes seeing only his face clearly. "I won't ever drink no more Sharlie. I won't if you don' want me to."

He smiles as he looks at you. "God you are so wasted. You don't even know what you're saying. Go to sleep Jonathan."

"What bout a shreesome? We could do zat right? I bet I could comvince Shamansa. You shaid you thought she's pretty." You were trying to make some bargain to get him into the sack somehow, but you were sounding like an idiot.

He shakes his head. "No thank you." He says in a soft patient voice.

You do your best to fix his gaze, staring right into those wonderful eyes of his. "I'll...I'll do anysing you want me to. Jusht ask."

He pats your chest. "Go to sleep Jonathan."

"You calls me Jonasan." You sigh. "Just...a kish? Just on tha sheek? ... Please." You turn your head to present your five o'clock shadowed cheek.

He leans over and gives you a gentle peck. You close your eyes and smile.

"Okay...breakfasht in tha morning?" You ask like you always did. You were starting to drift off already.

"I doubt you'll be in any condition." He says. "And I have to be out early."

You hum happily and say. "Mmm. Okay...breakfasht in tha morning then." Your confused drunken mind causes you to burble out non-consciously, just as you fade away. "Love you Sharlie."

You pass out.

The next day you surface in total agony, suffering one of the worst hangovers of your life. Your mouth was cotton, your head pounding, your eyelids sandpaper, you were in agony. You thought actually dying would probably feel better right now. The only small mercy is that you'd finally gotten around to getting curtains up the previous day.

Cracking your bloodshot eyes you look over...Charlie was gone. Off to the library or something no doubt. You were alone. The hazy memory of last night comes to you. The party, the girls, the revelry, the sneaking in, the...ohhh no! You moan in regret as you feel the complete fool. Oh Jesus, what must he think of you now?

Your eyes slowly focus closer to you.

On your desk beside your bed...an energy drink, a brand new thermos mug likely full of coffee, a fresh orange, and a bacon and egg breakfast bagel sandwich. You collapse back into your pillow and groan into it. "Oh my god...I don't deserve him..."