Chapter 3: Honey, I'm Home...

"Marco, Derick's home!" Hasaan yelled through the door.
My heart stopped, and my mind was racing. Was Hasaan still naked? What would Derick think when I came out clad in only my robe?
"Marco? You okay in there, bro?" Hasaan yelled, "Derick is here."
"I'll be out in a minute." I yelled back.
I went to the sink, tossed some water on my face and went to face my boyfriend.
"You feelin' alright babe?" Derick asked, "Hasaan told me how much you had to drink last night. What were you thinking?"
The look on Derick's face told me he felt as bad as I did about the argument that occurred the day before.
"Look, I can see you two have somethings to talk about, so I'll just let myself out." Hasaan said, "Marco, take care of that hangover bro."
"I'll come lock the door." I said.
As Hasaan left the apartment, he slid his hand in my robe. "I'll call you tonight." He said with a smirk.
"Please don't." I said as I slammed the door behind him.

"Babe, I'm sorry." Derick said, as he walked into the front room, "We both said some things that we shouldn't have, and I just want to apologize."
"I'm sorry too. Look, lets just forget that it even happened ok?"
Derick leaned in for a kiss, and then stopped.
"You weren't in there throwing up were you?" he said.
"No. Why?" I asked.
"Because, I don't wanna kiss you with the vomit mouth." he said with a laugh.
Derick kissed me with his full, soft lips and almost made me forget all about Hasaan.
"I'm not even gonna talk shit about you cooking breakfast food at two o'clock in the afternoon."
"Shut up and come eat," I said "I made some for Hasaan, but Kendra called cursing him out so you know he had to run."
"I'm so glad you got buddies like him to keep an eye on you when I'm not around."
"Yeah, I'm lucky to have friends like him."
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Hasaan and I had been friends since high school. Him, the typical ball player and myself, the typical bookworm. We ended up randomly being paired to work on a research paper. We exchanged phone numbers and began to work hard on our project. Over the next two weeks, we would work on the assignment then we'd just sit and chat. I don't know what it was, but there was a connection between us. Hasaan would tell me about his childhood, who he was having sex with, and who he wanted to have sex with. Soon, we were very close, he knew my family and I knew his. He was like a brother to me, which is why I was so taken by our night together. I was lost in thought when Derick woke from his nap.
"Babe, whats wrong?"
"Nothing, just thinking." I said looking out the window.
"You sure? You've seemed a little distracted all day."
"I'm fine, I promise. What time do you have to work tonite?" I asked, in an effort to change the subject.
"I'm actually aboout to head to the crib to get ready now, am I coming here, or should I go home when I get off?"
"Come here, definitely." I said with a sly grin across my face.