I have a roommate, a very interesting one at that. His name is Wheatley, and I helped him a year ago on my birthday when he had no place to live. He’s a bit clumsy, and doesn’t really know a lot about how things work in this town, but I can’t help but find him adorable. Just a year ago today I found him in that wheat field, his eyes stood out, they always have. They’re strikingly blue, and I can get lost in them for hours. I have developed a little crush on him, although he’d never feel the same way about me. But that embarrassing secret aside, Wheatley said he had a surprise all figured out for my birthday. I woke up smelling smoke and rushed down to the kitchen, where I found my panicking roommate tending to a burning cake and a blaring fire alarm. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and pointed it at the oven, opening the windows, and walking back to Wheatley.
“Let me see your hands.” I demanded, and when he held up his hands I sighed. They were red and blisters would definitely form. I ran his hands under cold water without a word and wrapped them up.
“I’m sorry, -name-, I didn’t mean to set your oven on fire. I just wanted to make your surprise good enough.” Wheatley said, guilt coating his voice and tears pooling in his eyes.
“Hey, hey, it’s fine. The thought means a lot to me.” I comforted him, putting my hand on his shoulder. He looked at me, his eyes wide, and I stared into them. They were so blue and beautiful and full of life.
“-Name-? –Name- can you hear me?” Wheatley said, pulling me out of my daze as I shook my head and came back to reality.
“Uh, sorry, what did you say?” I asked, feeling a tad embarrassed, my cheeks turning scarlet.
“I said that I still have more to show you. Come on.” He said, taking my hand in his bandaged one softly, as to not hurt the burns, and led me out of the house and into the wheat field where I found him, and then even longer until we found a small clearing. He had set up a whole picnic just for my birthday.
I looked at Wheatley, smiling brightly. He had even set up little triangle sandwiches and some pastries that he must have gotten at the bakery down the road. We sat down and started devouring the delicious food. Wheatley couldn’t cook or bake, but he could make some wicked good sandwiches.
“-Name-, you know you mean a lot to me, right?” Wheatley asked, and I nodded. He promptly stood up and helped me out of my own seat. Taking my hands softly in theirs, he smiled, blushing furiously.
“-Name-, I’m not so good at expressing my feelings, because they honestly confuse me, but I know that there is a feeling, right in your gut, that I only get when I look at you. When you smile, and your laughter, it’s all a part of me. When you’re upset I want to be by your side and to comfort you, can you name it?”
“Wheatley, that’s love.” I answered. He had told me about his past, but it never made me change my feelings of him. He’s still the bubbly confused roommate that I found in a wheat field a year ago.
“Love… -Name-, I love you…” He repeated, and I leaned up, kissing him. He responded almost immediately, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me closer, and kissing back.
“I love you too.”