“Fucking your daughter’s boyfriend. Yeah, that’s A+ mother material right there…”
Sinbad wasn’t entirely sure what made him pick up one of Shark’s books to actually read. Maybe it was because the gritty-looking black cover with the green sword on it appealed to him.
It could’ve been that reading was infinitely better than having to listen in on the conversation in the other room. Even then, he could hear snippets of whatever wasn’t muffled by Shark’s snoring.
Occasionally, Sinbad looked over and smiled at the other man’s sleeping face on his shoulder.
Shark was positively adorable, sleeping with the blanket bunched up around him. Part of him was uncovered, revealing the oversized Homer Simpson shirt he liked to wear as pajamas.
Indeed, it was the right choice to stay in bed today on their day off.
Or it would have been, had he not been irritated by his roommate’s sudden bout of word diarrhea.
Sinbad had gotten to the part in the book where the protagonist helped a drag queen with her shoe, when he decided he needed some peace and quiet.
Carefully, he maneuvered himself so Shark didn’t awaken. He sighed heavily, and put his pants on. He memorized what page he was on, and wandered out into the room where everyone else was.
Shark and Sinbad had known for a while now what Goodwin had gotten himself into. They were still shocked at how he’d been trying to keep it a secret from his girlfriend’s parents.
Apparently he was bold enough to take the risk. He just wasn’t able to face the consequences.
Goodwin sat in the chair closest to the front door. His girlfriend Jenni and her rough-looking parents sat in front of him. Jenni’s mother was holding a lit cigarette, looking slightly disgruntled.
“‘Sup?” The four of them looked over at the Sinbad-shaped intrusion. Jenni leaned over and whispered something in Goodwin’s ear.
“Well, I don’t want to admit I live with him!” The blond said in response to whatever she said.
Jenni’s father waved his hand to get the younger two’s attention. “So, um, what did you want to tell us…?“
Sinbad watched over his shoulder what unfolded. Once again, Goodwin was at a loss for words. The stumbling came again, this time far more severe.
“Uh, well, how to put this…I, um…” Sinbad rolled his eyes, and decided to do Goodwin’s task for him. The redhead turned around and stared intently at his roommate. He hoped what he said would be in as few words as possible:
“She’s pregnant. He’s the daddy. Have a nice day.” Sinbad then turned and went back into his room, taking in the shocked expressions as he did so.
Shark had begun to stir when Sinbad closed the door and locked it. He looked over with a half-lidded, very sleepy stare.
“What’s going on?” His words were slurred from the heavy amount of sleep. Sinbad merely folded his hands behind his back, and gave a devilish grin.
“Oh, nothin’. Goodwin finally fessed up. Just go back to sleep and don’t worry about it.”
Shark looked over at the locked door. He subtly registered Jenni’s mother loudly shrieking in impotent rage. His expression then changed into one that indicated Sinbad should know better.
“You can be such a horrible man sometimes,” he murmured as Sinbad locked the other door in the room.
“Yeah…” The redhead gave a snort. “I’m a real piece of work, ain’t I?” Sinbad walked back over and took his spot on the other side of the bed. “But it’s better they learn about it now, and get any bullshit explanations out of the way.”
The two settled back into their original positions, waiting for the commotion in the other room to subside.
“Hey, Shark?” It took a bit of higher volume to be heard over the yelling.
“You got any other books by this Holly Black lady?”
Shark nodded. “I can bring them with me tomorrow if you want.”
Sinbad grinned. “Sweet.”