After a long study session in the library the next day, I am ready to nap for a couple hours. It was weird coming back to the apartment and not seeing Penelope cuddled up next to Jeremy while they watched a movie. Things are back to awkward now and I hate having to hide out in my room. I did it for a good half of the year. I'm not doing that again! I'll hang with Penelope and the other one and I'm going to talk to Jer about this more. Get the facts.

Right when I step in, I am met with the girlfriend....s "Angie! Want to help us plan a party for Jeremy?" Penelope pleads with her manicured hands clasped together.

"We desperately need your help on this." Girlfriend number 2 adds. I still haven't remembered her name. Was it Helena? Nope, it started with a 'J'...

"Why? You are his girl...friends." You know, I was still getting used to my roommate having one girlfriend, now I have to deal with two. I guess they don't do things separate like Trace and I thought.

"Yeah but you're his friend too. Plus you know him better, you two have been living together for almost a year now."

Shit, she's right... I moved in the middle of August and it's already beginning of May. Man, time flies by when you're in college.

"It's his champagne birthday too, so it has to be awesome." Penelope says grinning at me.

25 on the 25th of May... Jeremy is turning 25? He's a whole year older than me. Why did I think we were the same age? I shake my head then take my shoes off.

"What do you need help with? Sounds pretty straight forward and Jer is an easy to please guy." I tell them while heading to my room to put my shoes away.

Penelope follows behind me and stops outside my door. "Yes but we don't know what kind of cake he likes or who to invite. Jeremy said that you grew up with four brothers. What do guys do at their birthdays?"

Jer talks about me with his girlfriends? Interesting... I shrug that thought off. "He loves women in lingerie, football, beer, beer pong. Loves smoking when he's drunk. Pretty much the same things any guy his age likes. He wouldn't really care what you have at the party as long as there's booze." Lots of it. "Better order a couple kegs if you are going to invite a lot of people." Last party we had, there wasn't enough booze and people began to fight.

"Okay, cool. Thanks Angie." She turns and her long blonde hair nearly whips me in the eye.

"Yeah no problem." I say under my breath and close the door after seeing Penelope and Jasmine. Jasmine! That's her name! The girlfriend squared go into Jeremy's room. Probably to find more inspiration for his birthday party.

I come out of the room a couple hours later for food and find the apartment empty. Thank God. As I step into the kitchen, the door opens.

"Oh. Hey Jer."

He mutters a 'Hey' before trudging into his room, completely forgetting to take his work shoes off and slams the door. Damn, someone is in a mood. Must be a bad case of the Monday's.

A couple minutes later, he comes out in his shorts and guy tank with the Texas Longhorns logo on it. A loud sigh huffs from him as he slumps onto the couch. So dramatic.

"What's up Buttercup?" I ask extra cheerily while leaning on the island. Is having two girlfriends too hard?

"Fucking work, that's what's up." He answers, not bothering to look at me. Next, he turns on the tv and throws his feet on the coffee table. "Jacobs wants to put all the shit on me when the new kid should be doing it. Just because I'm not a certified mechanic doesn't mean I'm not good enough. I've got plenty of fucking experience. Probably more than Jacobs and everyone else in the shop combined."

His dad owns the company and brought Jeremy on at a young age, taught him everything. Now that Mr. Duncan has retired, this guy Jacobs runs the place and has been treating Jeremy like shit. I tap my fingers on the countertop. "Want me to fix you up a grilled cheese?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

He changes from the sports channel to a documentary about bees. Whoa, he's had a really bad day if he's watching a documentary. I roll my eyes then cut a couple slices of cheese. It's hard to be mad at him when he's like this. He reminds me of my brothers sometimes.

I hand Jer his grilled cheese and plop down next to him on the couch. Within a millisecond, he grabs the sandwich and sinks his teeth into it.

Jer hums in pleasure, "No one can make a grilled cheese like you Ange, not even my mother." He says with a mouth full of food and nudges me in the side. Grilled cheeses are Jeremy's favourite comfort food. When he is having a bad day, grilled cheese. Feeling sad or sick? Grilled cheese. I don't know how many I made when his grandfather passed away. That was a shitty weekend.

"You are a good wifey." Jeremy says with a bright smile after pulling me into his stinky armpit.

"Ha!" I snort, inching myself away from him. "Yeah... A wife and two girlfriends, you are a lucky guy." We may have joked about me being his apartment waifu but now that I know he has two girlfriends, it's weird. I do not want to get tangled up in his drama. "Speaking of, how long have you and Jasmine been dating?"

He raises an eyebrow at me but his smile grows larger. "You remembered her name. We've been going out for about 6 months."

"That's almost as long as you and Penelope." I say with a frown.

"Yuppers." He replies, his focus glued to the tv.

"So why are you only introducing us now?"

"Cause I know you would be weirded out by meeting two girlfriends at once."

"I'm not weirded out! I just never met anyone in a polyamorous relationship before. I don't care what you do, you do you Jer."

"I will... It's more fun that way." He leans back and rests an arm up behind me on the back of the couch. "Before I forget, were you in my room?"

"What? No."

"Rule #1 of our roommate agreement is: to always be honest, Ange. I noticed some stuff is moved around in there, so be honest with me."

We set a few rules when I moved in and one of them was we do not go into each others rooms. That rule is mostly for him since I didn't want some dude going into my room. "Your room is a mess. How on Earth did you notice stuff has moved around?"

"My jerseys and hats are put away and you are the only clean freak I know, Ange."

"I have never stepped foot in your room nor will I ever go in that landfill. It was either Penelope or Jasmine. They were here earlier today when I got home from the library. They were planning your birthday." Oh shit, I think they wanted it as a surprise.

"Really? They're hanging out together?"

"I guess so." I say while rolling my eyes and sit back with my arms crossed.

"Cool." He smiles to himself. "Maybe the three of you can become good friends then we can make it official."

"Make what official?"

"You can be my third. What do you say?"

My eyes pop out of their sockets and my face heats up immediately. "Please be joking!"

He laughs. "You don't want to be my girlfriend?"

"No. I think you have plenty already." I start to get up but he grabs my arm.

"Awe come on Ange. I'm fucking with you."

"I hope you are because I know how to paralyze someone from the waist down." A legit threat.

He throws his hands up, letting go of me. His 'little general' is probably the most precious appendage to him, tied with his lucky jersey of course. If something ever made him incompetent he would probably quit at life. And yes, he does call it his 'little general.'

"Is that what they are teaching you in Physio Therapy class?" He asks horrified.

I flash him an evil smile before walking away. "You are cleaning the dishes since you left a trail of dirt from the door to you room!"

"Yes Wifey."

Glad to see that Jeremy is in a good mood. He better make the apartment spotless when I come out for a midnight snack.

Four episodes of 'Jane the Virgin' later, I go in search of my snacks with my blanket wrapped around me. Sure enough, Jeremy is out here too in his shorts and his head stuck in the fridge.

"You did good cleaning up."

"Jesus!" He jumps, almost knocking the shelves inside over. "God you're quiet."

I grab a banana from the rack and smirk at him when I turn back. "It's a gift."

"Right..." He watches me peel the fruit then break off a small piece and plop it into my mouth. "You eat bananas weird."

"I'm not going to eat it normally in front of you." I'm the middle child of four boys, I've been around enough guys to know all the dirty jokes. I ain't a rookie.

"Don't hold back because of me..." He bats his lashes at me.

"Why not ask one of your girlfriends? You should get enough action having two now."

"Fuck." He says, laughing. "I can't tell if you're weirded out or jealous now."

Excuse me? What would I be jealous of? I wave my finger between us. "Neither bro, I just don't understand why you need to date two." Is this pushing our roommate boundaries? Hell, this may have been his place in the beginning but I have lived here for almost a year now. His life affects mine.

"Because I like them both. I was seeing them at the same time and I couldn't choose one over the other so I talked to Penelope first about it." He answers with a shrug then steps closer to me, seeing my growing confusion. "Ask yourself this: Why do you have a thousand blankets when they all do the same thing?"

"Uh, well..."

"Exactly!"

"But women aren't blankets. We have personalities and feelings."

"Yes you do, and I highly respect that. I just love being around women, spending time with them. We are all adults and no one is forced. Everyone knows what they are doing."

Yeah no kidding... I still don't get why he needs more than one girlfriend. Maybe they satisfy him in different ways? Uh, I don't want to think of that... I want to know how Penelope and Jasmine feel about this. I've never met anyone who was openly dating more than one person.

"Come on Ange, you like Penelope. Get to know Jasmine more and you'll see why. You two are more alike, Jasmine's super chill. Please? You always complain about not having more friends in Austin."

All right Mr. Knowitall. Like I have a choice anyway, I live with him. "I didn't mean it as 'to make friends with your girlfriends' but I'll try." His BO wafts into my nose and I cringe at the smell. "You need a shower, you stink."

"Stink like a hard working man." He says while flexing his right arm, the bicep bulges. "Want to join me?"

I roll my eyes and shove past him, going back to my room. Dream on two timer.