Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for language and mature content.
Rhys and Leah watched as the metal elevator doors opened and then they stepped inside. Lip was standing in the corner - he and Rhys locked eyes for only a second before looking away, sharp tension stretching between them. Rhys stood as far as he could away from Lip, arms crossed over his chest. Lip stared up at the number above the elevator door.
"Hold the elevator!"
Leah stuck her foot out just in time to stop the elevator from closing. It slid open again to reveal the bearded man from 301. Rhys glanced up at him and then flushed deeply, staring at his feet again. The bearded man only smiled at him as he got onto the elevator.
"Hey there," he murmured to Rhys, who only flushed darker. "Ready for round two?"
Lip snorted, not taking his eyes off of the number as it began to go up sequentially. Rhys wanted to elbow the man in the ribs.
"Not now," he said, and would've called the man by his name if he knew it. The man smirked.
"Turner," he said, extending his hand. Rhys shook it shyly.
"Rhys," he responded, not meeting Turner's eye. He could feel Leah staring at him and the judgement radiating off of Lip.
"Anyway," Turner said as they reached the third floor, flashing Rhys another smile. "Come by for tea sometime, okay?"
He stepped off the elevator. The second the doors closed, Leah turned to Rhys with an arched eyebrow.
"You slept with a guy that lives in your building? And you didn't even know his name?"
"Surprised?" Lip muttered, and Rhys threw him a glare as the elevator doors opened. He and Leah stepped out onto the fourth floor, leaving Lip alone on his ascent to the fifth floor.
"What's up with the guy in the elevator?" Leah asked as they walked towards 404. Rhys rolled his eyes.
"Yes, yes, I slept with a guy who's name I didn't know - "
"No, the other guy," Leah clarified, following him into the apartment. Ethan was making Chef Boyardee pizza for dinner.
"Lip," Rhys muttered in reply, shutting the front door behind them.
"And he's mad at you because?"
"Nothing," Rhys got a can of Dr. Pepper from the fridge.
"What happened?" Ethan asked, looking up from where he was laying pepperonis on the dough. Leah put her purse on the kitchen table.
"Rhys' ex boyfriend and his one night stand were in the same elevator as we were on the way up."
"He's not my ex boyfriend," Rhys snapped. "He's not anything."
"He seemed pretty salty about you sleeping with that Turner guy," Leah pointed out, moving to help Ethan with the pizzas.
"It's none of his business." Rhys took a drink of Dr. Pepper and lit a cigarette. He retreated to his bedroom, leaving the door open as he put on a vinyl and reclined in his desk chair. He picked up his journal and began to write about the meeting and what he had said - a few pages worth of contemplating existence and what he was doing with his life. He couldn't stop thinking about Lip and Turner, feeling conflicted. Turner seemed nice, but the fact that Lip was angry at him for sleeping with another person made Rhys annoyed. Why did Lip care what he did? He had made it clear that he didn't reciprocate Rhys' feelings for him.
He stared up at the ceiling, chain smoking until dinner was ready.