End of Day

You talked a bit more over lunch - you were all going to be participating, and Garrison would do some tutoring on the Mock Trial process for those of you who had less experience with it, but the majority of the research and team direction was going to be up to Sabrina. She was thrilled.

Eric grumbled a little until he realised that he was also included on the team, and then perked up when he realised he could do all the ‘fun stuff’ and not need to do the heavy end of the research. Sabrina had been given every morning to dedicate to the Mock Trial, which meant she still had to work your regular afternoon, and you could tell she was practically vibrating wanting to dig into the new challenge. It was still early July and the Mock Trial would happen sometime at the start of August.

At the end of the day, you and the girls had to split up and you felt like a fucking freshman in high school mooning after your first girlfriend at the end of the school day. It made you laugh at yourself a little bit, but that didn’t make you miss their presence any less. After the weekend you felt attached at the hip and having them both go their own way made you miss them even if you’d see them the next morning.

The girls were going on ‘Girl’s Night’ with Becks, which you knew meant they would go out for cocktails somewhere so they could chat. You weren’t sure how much of the weekend they would tell Becks about - quite possibly all of it, while showing the pictures - but you were more worried about them needing to have the conversation with Becks about her Freudian slip that morning. You liked Becks. She was cool and sexy. But you weren’t in love with her. Friends-with-benefits was the most it could be, especially with all three of you leaving the city by the end of the summer. Long distance with Gemma was going to be a bitch, but you weren’t looking to add another long-distance thing.

Becks could be a friend, but that was all. Just like Mallory.

You made your way home and performed the ritual of heavily knocking on the apartment door before entering. Mosche was home but in his room and called he’d be out in a couple of minutes. That gave you time to go drop your stuff off in your room and get changed into something more casual and comfortable. When you came back out Mosche was sitting in the living room.

“Long day?” you asked.

“Sort of,” he sighed. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, but looked like he’d been through a windstorm. His hair, usually a bit messy, was flared out like an anime character as if he’d been in a windstorm.

“Still bummed about the Tasha thing?” you asked, grabbing a seat on the couch since he was in the chair.

“Yeah,’” he sighed again. “I appreciated Gemma and Sabrina giving me stuff to think about, but it hasn’t been helping.”

“Mosche, I’m going to ask you this and you should really consider your answer, OK?” you said. He frowned and nodded. “Do you want me to console you, or give you my hard opinion?”

He hesitated, taking your warning to heart. Most people would have said ‘hard opinion’ because they thought that’s what they wanted, but for all that Mosche was a soft little marshmallow of a man he was also pretty self-deprecating in his humour and knew he didn’t do well with conflict or tough decisions.

“Console me,” he finally said. That relieved you of the need to tell him to break up with Tasha. She was ‘sowing her wild oats’ or whatever you called it for women. Mosche wasn’t into it, which meant their relationship was doomed. If Sabrina or Gemma had sat you down with a serious request to do what Tasha wanted to, it would have been the end of your relationship. You loved both of them, but an honest desire for a gangbang or even just a two-guy threesome meant you weren’t going to match up in the long run. Honestly, you knew you were extremely lucky to have fallen in love with two women whose sexuality was so in line with your own.

“Alright, buddy,” you said, standing up and putting your hand out to him. Mosche took it and you pulled him up to his feet and into a hug. You squeezed him firmly. “You’ll be alright. It’ll turn out how it should.”

Mosche hugged you back hard and you were pretty sure he cried a little.

At the beginning of the summer you never would have guessed that you would have been in this sort of position with Mosche. But you’d fallen in love with two women in that time and made plans for the future with them, how out of the blue was becoming decent friends with your weird roommate in the same amount of time?

You ended the hug when appropriate and gave him a firm pat on the back. “Do you have an open mic somewhere you need to go to tonight?” you asked.

“No,” he said.

“OK. Then let’s order something in. Do you want to watch movies, or play video games?”

“Let’s watch movies,” he sighed. “But nothing romantic.”

“Got it,” you nodded.

Mosche ended up wanting to order Chinese food, which worked for you, and the two of you were partway into Treasure Planet - his pick, wanting to watch a couple of movies he was nostalgic for - when the knock on the door announced the food.

“I’ll get it,” Mosche said, pausing the movie and getting up. He went to the door and opened it.

“Hi,” said a bright female voice. “Golden Koi. That’ll be twenty-three seventy.”

Mosche didn’t say or do anything, and you looked over and saw he was in shock. The girl in the doorway was a cute Asian girl of some sort with a round face and tits that were stretching what must have been the delivery outfit of the Golden Koi restaurant. Her hair was up in a ponytail that kind of sprayed out behind her head.

“Mosche?” you asked.

“Um,” he said.

You got up and went to the door. “Thanks,” you said, taking the money from Mosche’s hand and giving it to the girl. Then you took the bag of food from her. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks,” she said, giving Mosche a look that said she wasn’t sure what she thought of the tall white guy just standing there with his mouth hanging open.

“You look like Akali from League of Legends,” Mosche blurted out. “You’re really pretty.”

The delivery driver’s eyebrows shot up. “Thanks?” she said. “You play?”

“Yeah,” Mosche said, taking a breath. “Um, sorry. I just opened the door and it was like meeting a movie star or something.”

“You really think I look like her?” the girl giggled.

You didn’t see it - you weren’t a big computer gamer, but you were online enough to have seen the character before. This girl wasn’t a slender ninja. She was cute, and a little curvy.

“I’m sorry to interject,” you said. “Before this goes any further - are you out of high school?”

“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “I’m nineteen.”

“Alright, proceed with whatever conversation this is, nerds,” you said with a smile, bringing the food into the kitchen and trying not to eavesdrop on the awkward, geeky conversation that followed.

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