I have always hated the new year. People making new years resolutions for 2017 that they know they won't keep. Mind you these resolutions are from 2016, planned in 2015 but they originated from 2014.
The logic right.
Many people would be clubbing then kiss someone at midnight then wake up on new years day in someone else's bed and not only leave embarrassed but leave their dignity behind. That's why I, Susanna Marie Clark, declined all invites to go drinking, clubbing, dancing or even see the fireworks. I hated fireworks anyways. They were loud and just mixture of potassium nitrate and sulfur.
There was nothing that would get me out of my house as I was on my couch in my most comfortable, fuzziest pants, a tank top and bunny slippers. I had already created the perfect warm spot on the couch from sitting there so long. A big duvet was draped over me and my hair was most likely in the messiest state but no one was home and wouldn't be home until late tomorrow evening so I didn't really care what I looked like.
When I mean no one I meant Derrek Wallace, my room mate since freshman year of college. That was seven years ago and we're still living together. One might say we need to go out separate ways but we can't, or should I say I can't.
I've been in love with Derek since we moved in after he saved me from the guy I was dating who was trying to rape me. Derek just happened to have forgotten his phone when he walked into the living room where the guy was forcefully striping me of my clothes.
No I wasn't a virgin then but we had only been on two dates in the past month of me just entering college and he wanted to fuck. I barely knew the guy and I had no clue how he found my address but I was just glad Derek had walked in when he did. Since then Derek has been my hero.
At that moment the doorbell sounded. I prayed it was my mind playing tricks on me or some kids pulling a prank as I was so comfortable in my sofa. It sounded again repeatedly and I groaned. Who could be at the door, Derek wouldn't be back until tomorrow. I prayed it wasn't my best friend Kayla coming to drag me out of the house. Nah, Kayla was already up dated her WhatsApp profile pic, she wouldn't come here to get me when she was already out, or would she.
The person rang the bell more times and I groaned. It was getting fucking annoying.
I quickly hopped off the couch and padded my way to the door. Looking through the peep hole I saw it was Derek leaning on his best friend, Alex. I quickly opened the door.
"Um, hi Alex," I stuttered. "What's going on?"
"Hey Susan," Alex smiled. "This guy wanted to go home. He kept muttering something about Sue being home alone on New Years before he passed out in my truck."
Noticing Derek leaning almost lifelessly on Alex's shoulder. I ushered him in where he took Alex to his room. I sort of helped, as it wasn't easy to carry Derek up a flight of stairs but it happened and we placed him on the bed.
"Thanks for bringing him home," I told Alex as we went back down the stairs.
"It was no problem."
His eyes trailed to my breasts which were barely contained in my tank top and I rolled my eyes. It was rumoured that Alex had a crush on me but Derek wouldn't let him anywhere near me. I didn't believe it obviously because I knew Alex was a fuck boy. He just fucks and dumps girls. He wouldn't like me. I wasn't anything like the girls he usually had clinging to him. They were blonde, skinny and usually had fake breasts. I wasn't anything close to blonde, my hair was so dark brown it could almost pass for black. I wasn't skinny as my hips made me wear bigger jeans than my small waist would allow. The only thing that these girls and I had in common where big boobs, just saying my D cups were real unlike theirs.
"Eyes up here mister," I groaned.
"Sorry," he blushed. "I'll get going. When Derek wakes up ask him to call me."
I nodded because I couldn't allow him to hear how angry I was at him for undressing me with his eyes. I saw him out and locked the door behind him.
I proceeded to the kitchen to get a glass of water and Advil to put at Derek's side for when he woke up. When I arrived in the room he was trying to tug off his jeans. He had a belt so that wouldn't have worked.
"Come on D," I said. "Let me help."
I put the water and pills on his bedside table then I leaned over him to undo his belt. I then unclasped the button and pull down the zip so he could tug them off. I was glad it was dark so he couldn't see my flushed cheeks.
"Can you help take off my shirt?" He asked putting his hands up. I took hold of the hem and pulled the shirt over his head.
"Thanks Sue," he smiled. He wasn't drunk. He was talking fluently and he didn't smell of alcohol. So why did he pass out?
"Derek?"
He looked up at me scared because of my tone.
"Yes Susie," he smiled. He used my nickname knowing he would have an advantage. Not today Derek.
"How many hours did you work at the office today and how many hours did you have a break?"
He let his gaze drop.
"Derek did you eat at all today?"
He didn't answer.
"And you went out to drink," I said shaking my head. I turned on my heel to leave. "I don't even know why I help you."
"Please Sue, don't leave," he said holding hand. "I didn't mean to over work."
"You say that all the time Derek!" I yelled.
He pulled me to sit on his bed then pulled me by the waist to lie down next to him. He used my boobs as a pillow and snuggled next to me. I tried to forget that he was only boxers but my brain was on overload.
"I swear Susanna, next year I'll take better care of myself."
He used my full name that meant he was serious.
"Okay, I'll hold your word for it."
He snuggled closer to me, rubbing his face on my breasts teasing my nipples slightly. My shirt had ridden slightly and he decided to tease the skin there.
