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Chapter 2
I stood up hastily and held out my hand for him to shake, "I'm Alistair McLeod... your new roommate." I said nervously, he should be fined for being that hot, I thought to myself.
"I figured that out; seeing as you're in my room. I'm Callum Richards." He shook my offered hand. As our hands touched, I felt it. The closest thing I could describe it as, was electricity or a tingling sensation. I looked down at our hands in surprise, and finally noticed that our hands were touching for longer than normal. I made eye contact with him and he let go of my hand immediately. "Umm, I'm going to leave now, I'll see you around Alistair," he said while giving me a hug.
"You don't even have my number."
"Yeah you do, I got your number while you were sleeping in the car. I also put in mine, in case you get lonely," he said with a wink.
"Stalker," I murmured. "Whatever Alistair, bye dude" he said, referring to Callum on the couch.
"I don't like that guy," Callum muttered angrily, in that delicious British accent of his.
"We've only known each other for a few hours but he's really cool."
Callum kept quiet after this.
"You look bored."
"Excellent observation, Sherlock," he said sarcastically.
"Please help me unpack. It will give you something to do, and you get to bond with your new roommate." I said with a hopeful smile.
"No," he said flatly.
"Please Cal."
"I'll do it... but only if you never call me Cal again." "Deal," I said enthusiastically.
Over the next three hours we packed all my belongings into my own small walk-in closet. I realised I hadn't noticed quite a few things on my tour of the room, the walk-in closet being one of these.
Also, there was a glass double-door that led to a balcony. During those three hours of packing, we chatted and learned a lot about each other, I learned that his father was the esteemed Dr Franklin Richards, a shrewd businessman and the CEO of Livron Industries, a huge investment company; and his mother was Gretchen Van der Stadt, a famous Hollywood actress.
When we spoke about his parents, a sad look flashed across his face, though it went by so fast I wasn't really sure what it was, it was a look of something though. I told him about how my father left us when I was 3 and he pretty much sent me birthday cards every 2-3 years. "I'm sorry" he replied.
"It's okay, I don't consider him to be my father anyways" I told him. I also learned a few things about Callum; he couldn't fold clothes, so I told him to pack them in my closet; he kept to himself, and didn't have many friends, he didn't have a girlfriend either, which I was quite gleeful about.
After we finished packing, we sat on my bed and talked about nothing and everything. I learned that Callum wanted to be a lawyer; this caused friction between him and his father, because his father wanted Callum to take over as CEO of the company when he retired. "I've never been good enough for him, when I was younger I tried so hard to win his approval, his love." He said angrily, we sat in silence for a while after that, both of us in deep thought. "I'm sorry things are kind of shitty between you and your father," I finally said. "It's not your fault, there's no need to apologise."
"Sorry," I said automatically. He had this confused look, he looks even hotter when he's confused, how is that even possible?* I just want to kiss that perplexed frown of his mouth* I thought, he's your roommate and almost-friend, you can't sexually harass him in your mind! my subconscious wailed. I was one of those people. You know the type... I was a chronic apologiser. It was programmed into me, it was kinda hard to stop, bad habits die hard and whatnot. "I need to go to the bathroom."
"Mi bathroom e su bathroom," Callum said.
"Your Spanish is crap," I said before slipping into the bathroom. This was my first time in it and it was larger than I expected it would be. There were two large showers on opposite sides of the room, a Jacuzzi, two sinks with a large mirror above them and two toilets. I didn't actually need the bathroom, I needed to think. I splashed water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror; I was 179 cm/5 foot 9, and about 144 lbs. /65 kg. I had light mocha skin due to my mom being black and my father being white. I was lean and had a swimmer's build which I got from playing tennis and hockey, and swimming competitively. I didn't think I was hot, though people had called me hot in the past, but I knew I was attractive. I came to the bathroom to plan how to tell Callum I was gay, we're getting on so well, what if my confession ruins everything?! I thought furiously to myself, you shouldn't have to hide yourself from anyone, if he doesn't like the real you then he can go fuck himself with a ridiculously large dildo, my subconscious shouted indignantly.
Steeling myself, I strode with a single- minded purpose out the bathroom, "Callum, I need to tell you something,"
"Can it wait? I want to order us some pizza."
"No it can't, Callum I'm gay..."
Well there you have it... the confession, how do you think our sexy boy Callum will react??? Find out in the next instalment of To Have Faith... email me criticism/praises/offers for sex(lol)/general feedback to nwelch247@gmail.com