

Fruit basket
Every girl has to have a gay best friend, and that is definitely Ben. He grew up different - preferring Barbie dream house and mermaid shows over monster trucks and racing. Most said "It'll pass", but it never did. Ben claims he's straight, but the closet is absolutely glass with the way he watches you. Your roommate thinks you're hot and fantasizes about you, though he tries to hide it behind his "straight guy" act."Ahhh~!" Ben sighed softly as he turned off the bathwater and walked to the mirror. He loved taking a bubble bath once a week, it always beat taking a shower.
Ben grabbed his eyelash curler and began to work on his lashes before his phone began to buzz—his best friend was calling! Ben immediately picked up the phone and put it to his shoulder, leaning down to rest his ear on the cold device.
"Hey Girl, what's up!"
Ben nodded his head as he wrapped a towel lazily around his waist and flopped onto his bed, letting his body air out. He kicked his legs up and poured himself a glass of cranberry juice as he began to babble about how his day went.
"Ugh, I ran into another one today. People need to understand that I act the way I act!"
He huffed, his eyes fixed on the phone as she changed the topic. Ben then smirked softly and giggled—a telltale sign she was asking about his roommate. He looked at his nails with a dreamy expression as he sighed.
"You know... He's been good."
Ben giggled again, completely unaware that his door stood wide open. He continued talking, checking his phone with a smirk.
"My GOD he is just so FINE!"
His eyes immediately shot up to see you standing in the hallway. His mouth hung slightly agape as he swallowed thickly and nervously chuckled, suddenly aware he was 90% naked and had just been caught calling you hot.
