I lounged around on the couch, with the TV flicked on to some music channel, while we waited for Milly to come back so we could finally go and get food before the movie started. Tré was bouncing around like a moron, with a goofy, satisfied expression on his face that inadvertently gave me every little detail about how his night with Milly was, without even having to say a word- which was actually kinda strange, since Trè usually did give details (whether we wanted them or not) about his sex life. He'd kept it to himself today though, but the smug look on his face gave it all away- he might as well have just yelled off the balcony "BOY, DID I HAVE A RIDE LAST NIGHT!"
I turned the volume up a bit louder to tune out the noises that were coming from behind Mikes closed door- we might be best buddies, but I drew the line at listening to him having a morning fuck with a random girl from a bar.
I felt my stomach grumble in protest to me not filling it, and ran my hand through my hair as I became more irritated- I'm not a fun guy when I'm hungry. What the hell was taking Milly so long?
I allowed myself to let my thoughts flick to the beautiful Zee. Perhaps she was coming too? I felt myself getting hopeful, before I remembered the last I saw of her, she was being led away by her boyfriend. A boyfriend who hadn't spent all night with her; laughing with her; supporting her when she became unsteady on her feet; making lame jokes just to see her instinctive reaction of rolling her eyes; admiring the way she looked in the outfit she wore- so sexy, but classy at the same time; listening to the lilt of her accented voice... I scowled and picking up my guitar, started to play, just to get my mind off it.. Off her...
A knock at the door interrupted me, and Tré rushed over to open it, expectant, like a kid on Christmas. And man did his face light up with Milly walked in, smiling as she tilted her face to his so their lips could meet. I had to look away- it felt kind of uncomfortable, because I had never seen Tré so... Well, smitten for lack of a better word, with a girl.
Mike and his girl- what the fuck was her name again?- sauntered out of his bedroom, clothing hastily thrown back on, both looking as satisfied as the cat with the cream.
"Let's eat," grinned Mike.

At the cafe, I had to sit and watch the happy couples canoodling and giggling together, and fuck did it make me shitty. I felt like the fifth wheel- no, I felt like the flat spare tyre- y'know, the tyre that you know is useless, but you keep it in the back of your car anyway.
I pushed the last of my food around my plate, as I stared down at it moodily. Perhaps I should just skip the movie and go home and back to bed. The last thing I wanted to do now is sit in a dark theatre while everybody makes out around me.
"... Zee looked a mess when I saw her," Milly's voice broke through my brooding, and I looked up at her and Tré, who were sitting close together and sharing a plate of food.
"She's such a funny drunk, but she never pulls up well the next day," she continued, scooping up a spoon of scrambled eggs and putting it in her mouth. Tré was watching her intently, his eyes darkening and a smile playing around his lips, like he was watching a porn movie.
Milly looked up and saw me listening to her, and she smiled at me. I felt my stomach twist guiltily for eavesdropping, but she didn't seem to care.
"She's always so gorgeous," Milly said, talking directly to me now, as Tré seemed more interested in watching her eat and no doubt visualising her in some perverse sexual act. "But even Zee can't pull off the hangover look," she giggled.
I can't for the life of me imagine Zee looking anything less than perfect, but I grinned back at Milly, trying not to appear to keen to hear about what her unbelievably sexy housemate looked like in the morning.
"Luckily, James was there to cook her some greasy food and make sure she doesn't choke on her own vomit..."
And with the simple mention of Zees boyfriend, my bad mood hit rock bottom and I could not be fucked with it all anymore. All I wanted was to get out of the cafe, go home and punch a wall or something... Anything to get the wave of aggression out of my system so that I could move on and forget about my stupid fucking infatuation with Zee, someone who would be way above my league, even if she wasn't already involved with someone.
I stood up abruptly, and everyone looked at me in surprise, Milly a little startled, as I threw down some money into the table to pay for my food. I ignored Mikes enquiring look, and mumbled "I'm gonna skip the movie. Tired. Going home to sleep."
And before anyone could say a word, I left the cafe, slamming the door behind me.