Give her some space.

Dejectedly, you shut the TV and DVD player off and sit down on the couch. It's far too early to go to bed, for you anyway, and you decide to give Melody her space. You grab your keys and silently leave the room. You go over to Scott and Dirk's room across the hallway and knock on their door. The two potheads were your closest friends in the dorm, besides Melody, even though your lifestyles tended to clash in several areas.

The door opens and the dreadlocked Scott walks out, his bloodshot eyes focusing on you. He laughs and holds his arms open. "Jack-man!" He coughs. "Just the dude I was coming to see! We need a third for Texas Hold-em! Dirk and I know each other's tells too well. You want ins?"

"Sure, why not." You say with a shrug. You wanted to get out of that room for a while and this will at least keep your guilty mind occupied. You enter the smokey room and cough as your lungs adjust to the thick fog of pot that filled the air. Dirk was already at the table, shuffling the deck.

"Do you want to see if Melody would care to join our festivities?" Dirk asked earnestly. He was always more articulate when high.

"No, I think she's rather get some rest. She's had...a long day." You finish.

"Good, good." Scott clasps his hands together. "This can be a dude's night, you know what I mean?" He laughs. "We can sit around and talk about male things and make rude jokes, hombres."

"How is that different than any other time we hang out?" You ask. "Girls or no girls present?"

"Jack offers amazing insight." Dirk nods to Scott.

"Don't ruin dude's night." Scott smacked his buddy on the arm. Dirk sighed and dealt a hand. "So I met this girl in my history class this week, right? And she is fine, bros. I mean completely stacked." He holds his hands out in front of his chest to simulate large breasts. "Plus, she knew all about the Revolutionary War and shit. Both brains and bazookas? That's rare, dudes."

"Classy." You remark, placing your bet.

"I likes the boobs." Scott admits.

"I like legs more, myself." Dirk speaks up. "A woman with a nice set of legs can win my heart easily. But she has to have charming personality too." He placed his cards face down on the table.

"What about you, Jack-man?" Scott asks, claiming his winnings for the first round. "What does your ideal woman have?" You open your mouth to speak, but Dirk interrupts you.

"Isn't it obvious? A generous chest, nothing too large, but more than a handful. A shapely body, not supermodel skinny. And you like a girl with an outgoing personality and a vibrant cheerfulness."

You and Scott stare at Dirk for a few seconds. "How did-" You begin.

"Should I continue?" Dirk interupted again. "She's a tomboy, but can embrace her girliness. She needs to have a good sense of humor as well. And it doesn't hurt to be redheaded, green-eyed, and about 5'7" either." You finally see where this is going and groan.

"Very funny." You grumble, glaring at Dirk. He just smiles and shrugs.

"I know you, my man." Dirk says.

"Oh, wait!" Scott suddenly exclaims. "I get it know! He's saying you got morning wood for you roommate!"

"Yes. Thank you, Scott." You sigh.

"It's really obvious." Dirk dealt out the next hand. "I can see it easily."

"I just wish she could too." You say beneath your breath.