I was stretched on the couch with my laptop across my chest – knowing very well I should be applying for jobs instead of watching Twitch streams – when my roommate walked in.
“From now on I’m going to make a sandwich every night for dinner,” he said. A storm passed through that night and it looked like the wind tore him apart.
“I’m serious, and I’m starting tonight.”
“It”s eleven thirty,” I said.
He kicked off his shoes and stared at the blank television screen. “Alright, I’ll start tomorrow, but I’m serious,” he said. He then walked down the hall to his room.
Only it wasn’t his room. I watched videos for another hour before I got up and headed to my room, across the hall from his. The light was on but that didn’t stop Tommy from passing out on my bed. The Mario blanket should have tipped him off but it didn’t. He was a Play Station guy.
“Stevie,” I said. I flicked the light on and off a couple times. I took my sweatshirt and threw it at him. Nothing. I wanted to tell him his ex was in the living room ready to make up but thought better of it.
“You want a sandwich?” I asked.
He lifted his head but kept his eyes closed. “It’s too late,” he said.
“No it’s not, I was just fucking with you.”
He pulled my Mario blanket up to his head and scrunched into a pillow.
“Okay, a bacon sandwich.”
“We don’t have any bacon.”
“Okay, a grilled cheese.”
I walked into the kitchen and made a grilled cheese with cheddar. I then made another for myself, using the last two strips of bacon in the fridge. I placed then on their own paper plates and walked back to my room.
“I smell bacon,” he said.
“You’re just drunk.”
He sat up and took the sandwich I set on the bed. I leaned on my dresser and ate.
“Tomorrow night, bacon sandwiches for dinner,” he said.
“Tuna melts the day after.”
“Tuna melts the day after the day after.”
“I guess you had a good first day.”
He stopped eating and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Everyone bought me shots.” He leaned back onto my bed.
I nodded and took the half-eaten sandwich. I finished mine and I felt full, but I ate the rest of his anyways.
I stood up, walked to the doorway and turned off the lights.
“I didn’t finish my sandwich,” I heard him say.
“Yes you did,” I said and closed the door.