30. Haven

Wick did win his game. I watched it on television, definitely not in the mood to head down to the stadium in person and by myself with all the rumors flying around about me and all the history I had of attending them to support Topher.

But watching it alone was kind of depressing. Even though it was nice to see how well my roommate played, I just had no one to brag to about him, because Wick kicked ass. He seriously did. My hands grew sore from the amount of times I high-fived myself after he intercepted the ball, broke up a pass, or made an awesome tackle. It would’ve been nice to share that with someone. But alas, I made do on my own.

Sadly, Topher had an on game as well. He was mentioned by the sportscasters just as often as Wick was. Bleh.

To get over that bit of nastiness, I made Wick some spaghetti for supper to celebrate, even though if I really wanted to be honest with myself, it was probably mostly an apology meal for what I’d done to him with the bra and the socks and all.