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Brian had a hard time sleeping. His mind was running over all the possibilities. Zack, Brian's
roommate, was pissed at him. He never said anything about it, but Brian knew. The younger man had
been avoiding him, ignoring him, for almost a week. It kept Brian up at night, because he couldn't
think of any reason for Zack to hate him.
But, it wasn't just Brian that Zack ignored. Whenever their friends came around, Zack left the room,
and refused to come out until they left.
Neither Matt nor Johnny knew what was pissing Zack off, and Jimmy just hadn't noticed. He was
usually off in his own world, only submerging on planet Earth when someone called his name.
`Did `ya run over his dog, or something?' Johnny had suggested. Brian only laughed. He
<i>had</i> tried to run Zack's dog over once, but the little rat was faster than Brian
had originally thought. Of course, Zack knew nothing about that. He would have chopped Brian's balls
off, and fed them to his beloved pet if he had.
`Have you <i>asked</i> him?' Matt has asked. Thank god, Johnny had been the one to point
out that Zack was, more or less, like a chick, and wouldn't just openly tell them.
So, Brian was left to ponder. Zack couldn't have known about the attempted murder of little Ichabod.
No-one had seen, and Brian was certain the dog hadn't magically learned how to speak English. That,
and Zack would have murdered him in his sleep.
It wasn't Zack's birthday. Brian already knew the younger man's birthday was in December. That was
one of the first things Brian learned about Zack. It saved the argument that would have appeared.
Brian rolled to his side, curling an arm beneath his pillow. He didn't know why this bothered him so
much. Sure, he liked having a civil friendship with any roommate, but he'd never really dwelled on a
conflict as much. Man previous roommates had ignored Brian for months on end, and it never bothered
him. Mainly because he was never home to begin with. Between work and night classes at college, he
was only ever home to eat, and sleep. He was lucky if he even saw Zack before the weekend.
Brian rolled back, so he was staring at the ceiling. He really couldn't take another night of
The thin sheet was thrown back, Brian's body heaving itself from the comfortable mattress. His bare
feet padded across the carpeted floor, his steps heavy with exhaustion. Zack's room was only down
the hall, but, to Brian, it felt like miles.
Brian knocked on Zack's door, once he'd finally walked the twenty-or-so steps there, part of him
wishing the younger man was asleep, so he could go back to bed.
A soft whine met Brian's ear, followed by the sound or small paws scratching on wood. Brian opened
the door slowly, peeking his head in, while blocking the small dog with his foot.
Zack was sitting at his desk, only a lamp providing light to the room.
`Icky, come here.' Zack spoke, his tone soft. The dog looked up at Brian for a second, before
running to his owner. Icky sat by his owners' feet, his short tail wagging rapidly.
`Can we talk?' Brian asked, hesitantly entering the room, and sitting on the edge of Zack's bed.
Zack just nodded, leaning over a large drawing pad. Brian already knew Zack liked to draw. He'd
always find screwed up bit of paper in the bin. He'd opened one of them, once. The drawing had been
unfinished, but it looked amazing.
`Why are you pissed at me?' Brian asked, figuring small talk would only piss Zack off more.
`I'm not.' Zack said, looking up from his art, to frown at Brian. He looked confused. Icky, who'd
been waiting patiently by Zack's feet, finally gave up, and jumped onto the bed, laying next to
Brian. Brian ran his fingers though the dogs fur, scratching behind its' ears.
`You are. You've been avoiding me all week. What'd I do?' Brian asked, readjusting his position when
Icky decided to crawl into his lap, seeking more attention. Zack finally turned to face Brian, the
pencil in his hand forgotten, and dropped to the desk top.
`I'm not pissed at you. I'm pissed at my classes, and the mountain of assignments I have to do.'
Zack smiled, pointing to a large stack of paper on his desk.
`Who knew art class could be so demanding.' He laughed, leaning back in his chair.
`Why were you avoiding the guys and me, then?' Brian asked, still patting the ball of black fur in
his lap. Icky had begun to snore. Little pathetic whimpers filled the gaps of silence.
`Just wanted to be alone.' Zack shrugged, his arms folding behind his head.
`Now that this' resolved, can I go back to this?'
`Sure. Brian smiled, picking up the small dog, and cradling it in his arms.
`I'm gonna borrow your dog for the night.' He smirked, slowly leaving the room.
`If he pisses on your bed, don't blame me!' Zack called after him, laughing.
For the rest of the night, Brian slept soundly, Icky snoozing by his side. He felt relieved that
Zack wasn't pissed at him. It gave him peace of mind.
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