To live in love and die
Twenty-Two
My high, shrill laugh resonates bright walls and echoing through the whole shop.
A very shirtless Kyle pokes his head out of his cubicle, sweat beading his smooth forehead. “What’s so funny?”
I shake my head, my gaze on the computer screen in front of me. “Oliver Sykes got his butt tattooed—again.”
Kyle walks over to me, a dirty towel strewn over his shoulder. He leans over the front desk counter and peers to look into the screen. “So? I’ve done plenty of butt tattoos. Why is it so funny?”
I take a deep breath, and release it. “Oh, I’m just fangirling. Don’t mind me. “
Kyle shakes his head, a smile on his face. He’s a pretty handsome guy, now that I notice. Light brown hair, sea blue eyes and a very nicely built body.
“Where’s Jay?” I ask, closing up the internet navigator on the computer and looking down at the sketchbook propped on my legs.
“He went out for lunch break, you’re free to go to yours once he gets back.” Kyle says, cracking his knuckles and neck.
“Cool.” I reply, uncapping my black fine-point sharpie pen and adding the outline to the tattoo design I was currently working on.
Kyle leans over the counter, trying to get a glimpse of the piece. I snatched the sketchbook up and shot him daggers. “It’s not finished yet! It looks terrible.”
He rolls his eyes at me, “You’re being silly. What’s it gonna be?”
I gently close the sketchbook and place it over the desk, leaning back on my chair and looking up at the ceiling. “Well, this girl’s boyfriend passed away and she wants to get a portrait of him on her thigh. Problem is, the dude had a really big beard so I’m taking forever to draw it.”
My shirtless friend lets out a big puff of air. “Damn, portraits are the hardest. I’ll just tell Jay it’s his turn with that one.” He shoots me a toothy grin and I grin back, shaking my head.
Normally, every girl who comes in the shop is fazed by Kyle’s beauty. His skin is a naturally golden tanned tone and his muscles are very prominent and nicely pronounced. It amuses me actually, to see them squirm around in the waiting area wondering whether they’ll get Jay to tattoo them or Kyle.
Sure, Jay wasn’t bad looking either, but he was older and he had been recently divorced a couple of years ago, so dating was way out of his mind. Kyle, on the other hand, is a ladies man. The idiot.
At that very precise moment, a girl with bright blue hair walked into the shop. She was accompanied by a petite girl with curly black hair and a tattoo sleeved arm. They both stopped at the sight of the handsome Kyle sitting on the desk, his toned chest and abdomen showing off.
He gave them a small smile and a wave. “I’ll leave you to them.” He whispers to me, and I motion the girls over.
This one was pretty easy, since they already had a picture of the tattoo they wanted. The girl with blue hair was getting a rose on her lower back, and the curly haired one was going for a quote from a famous writer around her ankle.
I ringed them up and told the first girl to step in with Kyle. They both went in though, but I didn’t say anything. I was used to girls getting jealous that their friend got Kyle and wanted to be in the same room as him.
A couple of hours later, Kyle took a break as the girls promised they’d come back tomorrow so he could add the finishing touches.
“Isn’t Jay back yet?” Kyle asks, his chest shining with a sheet of sweat.
I shake my head and check the time. “He was supposed to be back about two hours ago.”
“I’m here.” Jay said, entering the shop accompanied by the sound of a jingling bell announcing his arrival.
“Dude, where the fuck were you?” Kyle exclaims.
Jay’s face was dark, and he looked terrible. I got up and went over to him, leading him to the leather couches on the waiting area and sitting beside him. “Jay, what happened?”
He put his head in his hands, and sighed heavily. Kyle’s annoyed expression immediately changed to worry and he came over to crouch in front of his brother, gripping his knees tightly.
“Bro, talk to us.”
Jay looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and teary. “I just ran into Mark. Allison passed away two weeks ago. How did I not know this?” His voice broke down, and his shoulders started to shake insanely.
I looked over in confusion to Kyle, who was running a hand over his face, his forehead scrunched up and stiff.
“Sam, I think you should go. I’ll close up the shop and take Jay home.” Kyle shot me a serious look that clearly said: I’ll explain later.
I nodded silently, and although a big part of me was sad about the fact that I had to wait to know what was wrong with Jay, and who this Allison girl was, I knew Kyle was doing the right thing. It was clear that Jay wasn’t in good shape, and my shift was almost over anyways. It was close to eight o’clock and the shop closed normally between 9:30 and 10:00, but the guys would normally send me on my way since around 9:00.
“Okay, let me just call someone to come pick me up.”
Sophie would normally pick me up most days, since she usually got off at around the same hours as me, but since today I got off early I thought I could maybe call Mike.
So I did, and in a couple of minutes he texted me that he was outside. I hung my bag over my shoulder and planted a small kiss on Jay’s cheek, wishing him well. Kyle gave me a hug, and I didn’t object—it was clear that he was upset too.
As I exited the shop, the night sky over me, I had a small flashback to the night I had spent with Mike in the meadow two weeks ago.
“Your skin is so soft.” His fingers trailed down my stomach, between my breasts, over my shoulders and down my arms, making me sigh in pleasure.
His lips come down on mine, and I waste no time in responding to his kiss, digging my fingernails into his back as his teeth catch my bottom lip.
“Are you ready?”
“I’m ready.”
A loud honk snaps me out of my reverie, flashing my attention back to the present. Mike is sitting on the driver’s seat of his car, rolling the window down. “Why are you standing there like a goof? C’mere!”
Of course, my boyfriend was the sweetest. I readjust my bag over my shoulder and jog over to the passenger side door of his car, swinging it open and hoping into the seat.
“Hey babe.” I say, leaning in over the gearshift to plant a soft kiss on my guy’s lips.
He flashes me the most adorable smile in the world, and as he makes the car move again, I try to get my mind off of Jay and Kyle. It worries me deeply, but I know it’s probably none of my business, so I want to concentrate on Mike tonight.
His hand clasps on to mine, and I squeeze back, content with his presence and company, wondering how I ever got this lucky.
“So, how’s the apartment hunt going?” Mike calls out to me from my bedroom, as I jump out of the shower and get ready for bed.
“Well, Sophie and I are supposed to go check some out tomorrow. We’ll see how it goes.” I run a hairbrush through my freshly washed long hair, trying to get rid of the knots that were threatening to form a bird nest on my head.
“Well that’s good right?”
“Yeah, I guess.” As I finish combing my hair, I slip on a white extremely oversized t-shirt, and pull on my favorite Gryffindor house Harry Potter high socks, just because I loved them and I felt like it. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=102751168&.locale=es)
I stepped out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth clean and pulling my hair into a long, sideways braid. Mike was already lying under the blankets, tucked in and ready for the night in my bed, as casually if it were his own. To be honest, I didn’t mind—not even a little bit. The fact that Mike had grown accustomed to my bedroom was just another simple reminder that yes, he was my boyfriend, yes, he was mine and yes, he was here to stay.
His eyes flicker over to me as I stand under the doorframe of the bathroom, regarding him. His gaze travels from the top of my head, down to my toes tucked inside my harry potter high socks.
I clearly hear him suck in a sharp breath, and I raise a questioning eyebrow at him. He props himself up on his elbows, and extends his arms out to me, his index finger motioning me over. “C’mere you.”
I do as he says, and as I reach him he grabs ahold of me before I have the chance to lie down. His strong hands position me on top of him, in a straddling position, and I giggle at his sudden eagerness.
“Those socks are so fucking hot Samantha.” He whispers.
I bite my lip, and run my fingernails up and down his chest, proudly earning a look of pleasure to cross over Mike’s features. His hands massage up and down my thighs, his thumbs caressing my skin, his fingertips leaving trails of fire behind them, burning me to the core with just a simple touch.
I see in his eyes emerge the ghost of a hungry beast, and I have to say this turns me on. The sexy glint in his gaze consumes my vision, and before I know it, he’s flipping me over, so his body is hovering over me.
“Mike, you have to be up early tomorrow babe. You have to go to the studio.” I whisper, as his lips come crashing down on the bare skin of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“I don’t care.” He murmurs against me.
“But baby, you won’t be able to wake up tomorrow. It’s already late.”
Mike sits up, straddling me, and regards me with incredulous eyes. “Are you serious? Since you walked out of that bathroom I’ve had this image of you wearing only those socks, and I’m not resting until I see that image come true woman! Now shut the fuck up let me undress you so I can fuck you senseless.”
His words raise Goosebumps on my arms, and I see his lips twitch up into a smirk as he not so gently pulls my oversized t-shirt over my head, leaving me only in my panties and my “sexy” socks.
“God, I love the fact that you’re such a potterhead. It’s so hot.” His lips come down once more on my neck, and as he sucks, nibbles, and licks my skin, gentle moans escape from my lips involuntarily. His hands grip my sides tightly, and I dig my fingernails into his back, arching my spine up at the feeling of his lips on me.
I gently bite down on his shoulder, and I feel the vibrations of his moan against my collarbone, making my toes curl. My hands reach down to his shorts but I can’t reach them—the tall bastard. He chuckles as I grunt in frustration, and disposes of his pajama shorts and underwear, leaving him stark naked on top of me.
I take a moment to regard his size, and bite down on my lip, looking up at his eyes that stare down at my breasts with half-closed lids. I reach my hands behind his neck and pull him down to me, crashing my lips on his, and tightly wrapping my legs around his waist, bringing his full weight down on me. He groans against my mouth as I rock my hips up, catching his lip ring between my teeth and pulling on it.
He reaches a strong, calloused hand of his down and starts rubbing me over my underwear, causing me to break our kiss to let out a long, breathless sigh. He moves his hands in circular motions, making my mind and body go fucking nuts. His free hand comes up to my right breast, while his lips come down to my left.
He sucks on my nipple, and occasionally tugs on it gently with his lips, sending waves of pleasure through my body that one could never imagine. As his tongue swirls in circular motions, his fingers tug and caress my right breast, again rising Goosebumps all over my skin.
He stops what he’s doing to look up at me, a smile on his face. I feel my face blush, and I try using my hands to hide it. “Why does your skin do that all the time?”
“I don’t know. You do things to me Mike Fuentes.” I whisper, running a hand through his hair, and caressing his cheek gently.
“Well I think it’s fucking adorable.” He whispers back, bringing his lips next to my ear, his low and seductive voice resonating down to my bones. “And sexy.” His tongue grazes the tips of my ear, running down all the way to my earlobe, “And cute.” His teeth catch my earlobe, and pull in a non-too gentle manner.
I let out a loud gasp, gripping his arms tightly and closing my eyes. Shivers rock my body, and he chuckles. Mike traces kisses from my temple, down my cheekbones, all the way to my lips.
His tongue teases mine, and his fingers continue with their circular motions between my legs. His free hand goes back to massaging my breast, and it takes all of my willpower to not explode right at that moment.
“Mike, I’m close.” I manage to breathe out, in between his kisses and caresses.
“Oh no babe, I’m not near done with you.” He growls, and flips me over on to my stomach. I feel him sprawling out beside me, his hand resting on my lower back. “Damn, the live image really is better than my imagination. Those socks are fucking sexy on you.”
His fingers hook around my underwear, and he quickly pulls them down and off or me, throwing them somewhere on the floor. I feel his body hovering over my back, and as he starts planting soft kisses on my shoulder, he inserts two fingers inside me, causing me to let out a breathless moan.
Mike moves them in and out, and at the same time nibbles on the back of my neck, driving me insane.
“Mike please.” I whimper.
“Please what darling?” He asks innocently, pushing his fingers deeper and making my eyes roll back.
“Please Mike, fuck me.”
He lets out a satisfied sound, but doesn’t seem quite convinced. “Hmm, that’s still not enough. How would you like me to fuck you? Gently? Savagely? You’re call baby.”
I roll my eyes, and flip over, so I’m lying face up and my eyes are steady on his. “Michael Fuentes, if you don’t cut this crap and fuck me senseless like you told me you would, I swear I am going to—“ But I’m cut off as he slams his length inside of me, filling my body and erasing my thoughts altogether.
“Better?” He asks between ragged breaths, staring down at me, his warm brown eyes burning with liquid fire so intense I feel like I’m in danger of melting.
I don’t even have control of myself to formulate a normal answer, and instead let out a series of nonsense escape my lips.
He starts moving faster, building up the intensity inside me. His thrusts become deeper, harder, and to be quite honest—more exquisite. He hits my g-spot repeatedly, causing me to scream out, not even bothering that Sophie is most likely trying to sleep next door. His own grunts and moans mix with mine, and soon enough the feeling of our bodies moving together is too much to even allow us to speak coherently.
Mike lets out various expressions including a vast amount of vulgarity and curse words, none of which I pay much attention to—I’m too focused on the feeling of him inside of me.
He suddenly pulls me up, arranging our positions so we are now sitting on the mattress, my legs around his waist and his skinny legs underneath us. Our chests are pressed tightly against each other’s, and I gasp as he now feels even deeper inside of me—if that were possible.
He rocks his hips upward, meeting mine as I accompany him in a similar movement. Soon enough, a while after doing this, I feel a tightening feeling that has become familiar to me these past two weeks start to build up inside of me, putting my mind on blank.
“That’s it baby, you’re there.” He whispers roughly against my ear, and his words are what push me over to the edge and bring forward my orgasm, long and powerful. My vision seems to go white for a moment, and my body is overwhelmed by shivers and feelings, practically causing me to convulse.
I collapse against his chest, and grip his shoulders tightly as he continues to slam into me, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second, until he too, reaches his maximum point, calling out my name in a deep, raspy and rough voice.
After his own orgasm dies down, we both lie wrapped in each other’s arms, my cheek pressed against his collarbone and my nose buried in his neck, his lips pressed against my shoulder and his hands gripping my sides tightly, apparently refusing to let go.
Mike lets his body fall backwards on the bed, bringing me down with him.
He pulls me close, kissing my lips softly. Our skin is covered in a thin sheet of sweat, but I don’t mind it at all, I feel amazing.
“God, you’re really good.” He whispers. I don’t know why he says this; I don’t really see how I do much, since until two weeks ago I had no idea how one was supposed to do sex
“And you’re fucking crazy.”
“Just about you.”
“Shut up you cheesy bastard. I’m tired, I want to sleep.”
He laughs gently, and kisses my forehead, before reaching for the blanket and stretching it over us both, wrapping us tightly together.
“Goodnight my grumpy midget.” Mike whispers, bringing a smile to my lips.
“Goodnight babe.”
I’m startled awake by the very annoying sound of an alarm clock beeping frantically close to me. I hear a very masculine groan beside my ear, soon followed by the movement of Mike untangling his limbs from my own.
I manage to open my eyes a little, watching as he rolls around and reaches for his phone, checking the time and killing the alarm. I manage to make out the white numbers on the screen: 6:30.
Mike locks his phone again and grunts in frustration, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands and pulling on his hair. “Damn fucking Gryffindor socks.” He mutters, as he gets out of bed and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
As I hear the sound of the shower water start to run, I smile at myself and at his words. I so loved these socks.
By the time my own alarm clock sounds, its 9:00 a.m. and Mike is long gone. I roll groggily out of bed and pull on my underwear and t-shirt that Mike had disposed of last night and left lying on the floor.
I don’t even bother checking my appearance in the mirror, and walk out into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Sophie is already dressed for the day and sitting on the counter, a bookin one hand and a mug of coffee on the other. She looks up as I walk into the room and smiles brightly at me, “Good morning. Nice socks.”
I smirk at myself, that’s what he said. “Morning Soph.” I say, while pouring myself m own cup of coffee from Sophie’s leftovers in the coffeemaker, it’s still warm. I pour some sugar and milk into it, and with a small spoon mix it up until it acquires a warm, creamy color—just the way I like it.
“So, I get off at around three from the shop today. You’re gonna pick me up so we can make it to our 4:00 o’clock appointment to see that free apartment in that building a couple of clocks away?” I ask, taking a sip of my delicious coffee.
Sophie closes her book gently, and bites her lip. She puts down her coffee on the counter and looks at me with watery eyes. “Actually Sam, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”
Her voice sounds a little strained, and I become incredibly curious. What’s up with hear? “Okay, what is it?” I ask, coming out of the kitchen and sitting on the dining table, facing her sitting on the counter.
I notice her start to fumble with her fingers, looking down with worry surrounding the lines around her eyes. “Well, last night when I went out to dinner with Tony……..we were talking about some things.”
Okay……..so?
I moved my hand in the air, urging her to continue. “I’m just going to cut straight to the point Sammy.” She says, her eyes hooking with mine and holding my gaze.
“Tony asked me to move in with him.”
Woah. That’s something I did not expect.
Ever since I had left Mexico and come to the States, it had always been Sophie and me against the world. We survived freshman year together, we went through the Kevin incident, we went through an immense list of all of Sophie’s heartbroken hook-ups, my depression, my self-harm, her recent bulimia news. She had been my roommate for more than four years, and now she was leaving me to live with Tony, a guy she had been seeing for five months at most.
Don’t get me wrong, Tony was absolutely amazing. Yeah, he could be shy sometimes—something Sophie was not—but he really did have a heart of gold. You could easily see how much he absolutely adored her every time he looked at her, but it was Sophie I was doubtful about. She had spent the last four and a half years going guy after guy, never settling with the same one for more than a week, and now here she was considering moving in with her boyfriend of five months. I’m pretty sure that’s the longest relationship she’s ever had. I mean, maybe things had changed, and she had truly fallen for Tony, but was that the case? I sure hoped it was.
I swallow thickly before speaking. “And, what did you say?”
She looks up at me, a little glint in her eyes I can easily make out as giddiness. “I said yes.”
So that was it. I had lost my bestfriend. Before I knew it, I felt hot heavy tears prickling the back of my eyes. I quickly looked down at my coffee, hiding them from Sophie.
“Are you sure about this?”
Sophie smiles brightly. “I am Sammy. I—I’m in love with Tony. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way. You know how my parents divorced when I was eight, and you also know it wasn’t pretty at all. I’ve just spent my whole life avoiding relationships so I won’t end up the same as my mom, so I just relied on random hook-ups. But I don’t know, since I met Tony at Jaime’s party, I can’t get him out of my mind. I really thought he’d be just another guy—but he’s not. He’s the only guy I want to be with, maybe even forever.”
She hops down from the counter and approaches me, lifting my chin up and exposing the tears running down my cheeks. “This is all so new to me Sam, but I just really have this feeling that I have to take a risk in life—this risk. I want to be with Tony. I love him, and he loves me. What more do I need?”
Maybe, I don’t know—me? I know I’m being incredibly selfish. If her words were true ad she had really fallen in love with Tony, then I couldn’t really blame her. If she was nearly as crazy about Tony as I was about Mike, then I guess it’s pretty understandable.
I nod slowly, wiping away the tears from my eyes. I stand up and pull her to me, wrapping her in a tight smile, burying my face in her bony shoulder as my body shakes with silent, choked sobs. I never knew it would hurt this much to lose my Sophie—my sister. I don’t really think I had even considered the possibility of losing her until she had told me straight to my face that she wouldn’t be my roomie anymore.
“Hey Sammy,” she holds my face in her hands, her own cheeks shining with freshly shed tears. “It’s still Sophie and Sam against the world, that doesn’t change.”
Easy for her to say. I just nodded silently and hugged her to me again, not wanting to let go. We were big girls, this was bound to happen sooner or later actually, but I just never thought it would be this soon.
When I finally manage to calm down and stop sobbing, I look her dead in the eye, and speak with a weak voice. “I—I just really hope this works out for you Soph. I hope you and Tony make it.”
She looks at me with curious eyes, but I know she understands what I mean. I hope you don’t end up regretting this. She nods serenely at me, and gives me a sad smile.
“I have to go to work sis, will you be okay?” she asks, squeezing my shoulder gently.
I manage to nod, and return her smile weakly. “I will. I’ll go apartment hunting after work—I’ll figure things out.”
She bites her lip a little too hard, turning her skin white. She gives me one last squeeze before picking up her back and exiting through the door with a final wave.
I sink down into the chair, and stare at my coffee with disinterest. My crying has finally come to a stop, and now I just feel empty.
What am I going to do now? Who was I kidding? I couldn’t pay rent for an apartment all by myself! I was so screwed, but on the other side Sophie really did seem genuinely happy to move in with Tony. If she was happy, then I was too. As I had told her, I would just have to figure it out. I had to be strong, and I had to be a big girl.
“Sam, you look pretty down, are you okay?” Kyle nudges me with his elbow gently, crouching down next to my chair where I sit finishing a tattoo design.
I shut it close and stare at him. “Yeah, I’m fine. How’s Jay?”
His previous kind smile turns into a sad frown, and he looks down. “Um, well he’s hanging in there. I couldn’t get him out of bed today though.”
I nod, understanding now the reason why he hadn’t shown up today.
“Can I ask what happened?”
Kyle nods slowly and looks me in the eye. “You know he used to be married right?”
“Yeah. He got divorced.”
“Uh-huh, but he didn’t want to.”
I furrow my eyebrows, inching closer to him. “What do you mean?”
Kyle passes a hand over his face, clearly exhausted. “Allison was the love of his life, but apparently he wasn’t hers. Five years into the marriage, he caught her cheating, but he wouldn’t leave her. Two years afterwards, filled with lies and arguments and cheating, Allison filed for divorce. It broke Jay’s heart, even more than her infidelities.”
That sounded terrible. Jay must’ve really had it for her if he didn’t leave her for two years after finding out.
“I don’t think he’s ever gotten over here, and I don’t know if he ever will. But last night he ran into Mark, Allison’s brother. Turns out she passed away a couple of weeks ago after her car crashed into a massive truck.”
I caught my breath, my eyes growing wide. So that’s why Jay looked so terrible yesterday. The love of his life that he had never forgotten had died.
“Oh, God Kyle that’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”
He takes my hand and squeezes it a little, his bright blue eyes shining. “Thanks Sam, it means a lot.”
“Poor Jay.” I mutter under my breath as he stands up and heads back into his cubicle to clean up his workspace, since the day was almost over. We closed at three on Saturdays, instead of at ten, so it was an easy day today.
A half an hour later, I’m waiting on the sidewalk for Lena to come pick me up. Sophie was still at work, and Mike hadn’t messaged me all day long, so he was probably still busy at the studio.
Jess had been in yoga class, so Lena was my last option for a ride.
As she pulls up in her silver Chevy, I smile at her from the sidewalk, and she smiles back. Kyle comes behind me, after just locking the shop.
He rattles the keys in his hands as he stores them away in his pockets. “Cute. Mind introducing her?”
I roll my eyes at him and shove him away, climbing into the passenger seat of Lena’s car and driving away while sticking my tongue out to Kyle.
“Hey Lena.” I say, after rolling up my window.
“Hi Sam.” She smiles sweetly at me, and I’m once again shocked by the beauty and intensity of the color of her eyes. Piercing blue. “Wanna go get some lunch?”
I nod and accept her invitation gladly, my stomach grumbling and causing us both to laugh.
A half hour later, we’re sitting in a Sweet Tomatoes, gobbling down on our delicious salads. I take a sip of my pink lemonade and look up to see Lena regarding me curiously.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She shrugs, poking a piece of lettuce with her fork. “You just seem pretty quiet, and usually I’m the one who’s like that.”
I say nothing, just take another drink of my lemonade.
“Is everything okay?”
No. “Yeah.”
Her piercing blue eyes cut through my lie, reading my mind. “Is it about Sophie and Tony moving in together?”
I drop the bite of my salad I was about to take, and nearly choke on my own saliva. “Um—how did you know?”
“Tony told me a couple of days ago that he was planning on asking her to move in. He tells me stuff, for some weird reason.”
Well, Lena really was quiet, and genuinely seemed extremely reliable because of this. I could see why Tony would go to her to talk about this.
“So you already knew?”
She nods.
I bury my face in my hands. “Oh God, what am I going to do? I have to be out of the apartment by Wednesday, and I don’t have a fucking place to stay at. All the rents are so damn expensive and without Sophie’s half of the money I’m completely screwed.”
Lena bites her lip, fumbling with the hem of her t-shirt. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”
I lift my face up from my hands, raising my eyebrows. “Yeah?”
Her expression becomes somewhat sad. “Well, you know I haven’t heard of Macy for about two months now, and it’s becoming really hard paying for the two bedroom apartment I live in. I even had to ask Vic to help me pay last month’s rent, and I don’t want to have to do that again.”
“I know we haven’t been friends for as long as you and Sophie have, but I guess what I’m saying is that I have a free room and I could really use the money, and well I’ve actually grown quite fond of you and at the same time you do need a place to stay. Besides, I wouldn’t mind the company. So look, its okay if you don’t want to but I just wanted to ask you—“
“Yes.” I blurt out.
Her brilliant eyes grow wide. “Seriously?”
I reach over and gently flick her on the forehead. “Are you kidding? You literally just save my ass right now! I’m not going to be homeless!”
Lena smiles insanely, something she doesn’t do much. “So, you’re my new roomie?”
I throw my hands up in the air. ”Fuck yeah I am! Oh God, thank you so much Lena, you seriously are a lifesaver. I just can’t believe how things just clicked together.”
“Actually, I was thinking about asking you since Tony told me.”
The fact that she would have quite some time considering asking me to move in with her really warmed my heart, and my fondness of this girl grew ten times bigger by the second now. I was officially settled with a place to live in, and I really couldn’t believe how lucky I had gotten in such short notice.
We sit talking for what seems like forever, finishing our food and talking about plans for moving in my things and Macy’s stuff out. This gorgeous girl seems to grow more excited by the second and I really can’t believe someone as quiet and reserved as her would have had the trust in me to open up like this and invite me to live with her.
My phone rings on my jean’s pocket, and I hold a finger up to Lena indicating I’ll take the call. It’s Mike.
“Hey babe, you done for the day?”
“Yeah, where are you?”
“I’m out getting lunch with Lena.”
“Ah, nice. Can I come over later?”
What kind of a question was that? Of course he could. “Sure.”
“Okay Sammy, I’ll see you later.” He sends me a kiss through the line and hands up.
Our phone calls are usually short when he’s not on tour, but I don’t really mind. We say what’s necessary and we save all the rest for when we see each other in person.
I look up once more to the girl sitting across me before we get up to pay the bill.
“I’m serious Lena. Thank you.”
Her white teeth are exposed by her bright smile. “No prob roomie.”
A very shirtless Kyle pokes his head out of his cubicle, sweat beading his smooth forehead. “What’s so funny?”
I shake my head, my gaze on the computer screen in front of me. “Oliver Sykes got his butt tattooed—again.”
Kyle walks over to me, a dirty towel strewn over his shoulder. He leans over the front desk counter and peers to look into the screen. “So? I’ve done plenty of butt tattoos. Why is it so funny?”
I take a deep breath, and release it. “Oh, I’m just fangirling. Don’t mind me. “
Kyle shakes his head, a smile on his face. He’s a pretty handsome guy, now that I notice. Light brown hair, sea blue eyes and a very nicely built body.
“Where’s Jay?” I ask, closing up the internet navigator on the computer and looking down at the sketchbook propped on my legs.
“He went out for lunch break, you’re free to go to yours once he gets back.” Kyle says, cracking his knuckles and neck.
“Cool.” I reply, uncapping my black fine-point sharpie pen and adding the outline to the tattoo design I was currently working on.
Kyle leans over the counter, trying to get a glimpse of the piece. I snatched the sketchbook up and shot him daggers. “It’s not finished yet! It looks terrible.”
He rolls his eyes at me, “You’re being silly. What’s it gonna be?”
I gently close the sketchbook and place it over the desk, leaning back on my chair and looking up at the ceiling. “Well, this girl’s boyfriend passed away and she wants to get a portrait of him on her thigh. Problem is, the dude had a really big beard so I’m taking forever to draw it.”
My shirtless friend lets out a big puff of air. “Damn, portraits are the hardest. I’ll just tell Jay it’s his turn with that one.” He shoots me a toothy grin and I grin back, shaking my head.
Normally, every girl who comes in the shop is fazed by Kyle’s beauty. His skin is a naturally golden tanned tone and his muscles are very prominent and nicely pronounced. It amuses me actually, to see them squirm around in the waiting area wondering whether they’ll get Jay to tattoo them or Kyle.
Sure, Jay wasn’t bad looking either, but he was older and he had been recently divorced a couple of years ago, so dating was way out of his mind. Kyle, on the other hand, is a ladies man. The idiot.
At that very precise moment, a girl with bright blue hair walked into the shop. She was accompanied by a petite girl with curly black hair and a tattoo sleeved arm. They both stopped at the sight of the handsome Kyle sitting on the desk, his toned chest and abdomen showing off.
He gave them a small smile and a wave. “I’ll leave you to them.” He whispers to me, and I motion the girls over.
This one was pretty easy, since they already had a picture of the tattoo they wanted. The girl with blue hair was getting a rose on her lower back, and the curly haired one was going for a quote from a famous writer around her ankle.
I ringed them up and told the first girl to step in with Kyle. They both went in though, but I didn’t say anything. I was used to girls getting jealous that their friend got Kyle and wanted to be in the same room as him.
A couple of hours later, Kyle took a break as the girls promised they’d come back tomorrow so he could add the finishing touches.
“Isn’t Jay back yet?” Kyle asks, his chest shining with a sheet of sweat.
I shake my head and check the time. “He was supposed to be back about two hours ago.”
“I’m here.” Jay said, entering the shop accompanied by the sound of a jingling bell announcing his arrival.
“Dude, where the fuck were you?” Kyle exclaims.
Jay’s face was dark, and he looked terrible. I got up and went over to him, leading him to the leather couches on the waiting area and sitting beside him. “Jay, what happened?”
He put his head in his hands, and sighed heavily. Kyle’s annoyed expression immediately changed to worry and he came over to crouch in front of his brother, gripping his knees tightly.
“Bro, talk to us.”
Jay looked up, his eyes red-rimmed and teary. “I just ran into Mark. Allison passed away two weeks ago. How did I not know this?” His voice broke down, and his shoulders started to shake insanely.
I looked over in confusion to Kyle, who was running a hand over his face, his forehead scrunched up and stiff.
“Sam, I think you should go. I’ll close up the shop and take Jay home.” Kyle shot me a serious look that clearly said: I’ll explain later.
I nodded silently, and although a big part of me was sad about the fact that I had to wait to know what was wrong with Jay, and who this Allison girl was, I knew Kyle was doing the right thing. It was clear that Jay wasn’t in good shape, and my shift was almost over anyways. It was close to eight o’clock and the shop closed normally between 9:30 and 10:00, but the guys would normally send me on my way since around 9:00.
“Okay, let me just call someone to come pick me up.”
Sophie would normally pick me up most days, since she usually got off at around the same hours as me, but since today I got off early I thought I could maybe call Mike.
So I did, and in a couple of minutes he texted me that he was outside. I hung my bag over my shoulder and planted a small kiss on Jay’s cheek, wishing him well. Kyle gave me a hug, and I didn’t object—it was clear that he was upset too.
As I exited the shop, the night sky over me, I had a small flashback to the night I had spent with Mike in the meadow two weeks ago.
“Your skin is so soft.” His fingers trailed down my stomach, between my breasts, over my shoulders and down my arms, making me sigh in pleasure.
His lips come down on mine, and I waste no time in responding to his kiss, digging my fingernails into his back as his teeth catch my bottom lip.
“Are you ready?”
“I’m ready.”
A loud honk snaps me out of my reverie, flashing my attention back to the present. Mike is sitting on the driver’s seat of his car, rolling the window down. “Why are you standing there like a goof? C’mere!”
Of course, my boyfriend was the sweetest. I readjust my bag over my shoulder and jog over to the passenger side door of his car, swinging it open and hoping into the seat.
“Hey babe.” I say, leaning in over the gearshift to plant a soft kiss on my guy’s lips.
He flashes me the most adorable smile in the world, and as he makes the car move again, I try to get my mind off of Jay and Kyle. It worries me deeply, but I know it’s probably none of my business, so I want to concentrate on Mike tonight.
His hand clasps on to mine, and I squeeze back, content with his presence and company, wondering how I ever got this lucky.
“So, how’s the apartment hunt going?” Mike calls out to me from my bedroom, as I jump out of the shower and get ready for bed.
“Well, Sophie and I are supposed to go check some out tomorrow. We’ll see how it goes.” I run a hairbrush through my freshly washed long hair, trying to get rid of the knots that were threatening to form a bird nest on my head.
“Well that’s good right?”
“Yeah, I guess.” As I finish combing my hair, I slip on a white extremely oversized t-shirt, and pull on my favorite Gryffindor house Harry Potter high socks, just because I loved them and I felt like it. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=102751168&.locale=es)
I stepped out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth clean and pulling my hair into a long, sideways braid. Mike was already lying under the blankets, tucked in and ready for the night in my bed, as casually if it were his own. To be honest, I didn’t mind—not even a little bit. The fact that Mike had grown accustomed to my bedroom was just another simple reminder that yes, he was my boyfriend, yes, he was mine and yes, he was here to stay.
His eyes flicker over to me as I stand under the doorframe of the bathroom, regarding him. His gaze travels from the top of my head, down to my toes tucked inside my harry potter high socks.
I clearly hear him suck in a sharp breath, and I raise a questioning eyebrow at him. He props himself up on his elbows, and extends his arms out to me, his index finger motioning me over. “C’mere you.”
I do as he says, and as I reach him he grabs ahold of me before I have the chance to lie down. His strong hands position me on top of him, in a straddling position, and I giggle at his sudden eagerness.
“Those socks are so fucking hot Samantha.” He whispers.
I bite my lip, and run my fingernails up and down his chest, proudly earning a look of pleasure to cross over Mike’s features. His hands massage up and down my thighs, his thumbs caressing my skin, his fingertips leaving trails of fire behind them, burning me to the core with just a simple touch.
I see in his eyes emerge the ghost of a hungry beast, and I have to say this turns me on. The sexy glint in his gaze consumes my vision, and before I know it, he’s flipping me over, so his body is hovering over me.
“Mike, you have to be up early tomorrow babe. You have to go to the studio.” I whisper, as his lips come crashing down on the bare skin of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“I don’t care.” He murmurs against me.
“But baby, you won’t be able to wake up tomorrow. It’s already late.”
Mike sits up, straddling me, and regards me with incredulous eyes. “Are you serious? Since you walked out of that bathroom I’ve had this image of you wearing only those socks, and I’m not resting until I see that image come true woman! Now shut the fuck up let me undress you so I can fuck you senseless.”
His words raise Goosebumps on my arms, and I see his lips twitch up into a smirk as he not so gently pulls my oversized t-shirt over my head, leaving me only in my panties and my “sexy” socks.
“God, I love the fact that you’re such a potterhead. It’s so hot.” His lips come down once more on my neck, and as he sucks, nibbles, and licks my skin, gentle moans escape from my lips involuntarily. His hands grip my sides tightly, and I dig my fingernails into his back, arching my spine up at the feeling of his lips on me.
I gently bite down on his shoulder, and I feel the vibrations of his moan against my collarbone, making my toes curl. My hands reach down to his shorts but I can’t reach them—the tall bastard. He chuckles as I grunt in frustration, and disposes of his pajama shorts and underwear, leaving him stark naked on top of me.
I take a moment to regard his size, and bite down on my lip, looking up at his eyes that stare down at my breasts with half-closed lids. I reach my hands behind his neck and pull him down to me, crashing my lips on his, and tightly wrapping my legs around his waist, bringing his full weight down on me. He groans against my mouth as I rock my hips up, catching his lip ring between my teeth and pulling on it.
He reaches a strong, calloused hand of his down and starts rubbing me over my underwear, causing me to break our kiss to let out a long, breathless sigh. He moves his hands in circular motions, making my mind and body go fucking nuts. His free hand comes up to my right breast, while his lips come down to my left.
He sucks on my nipple, and occasionally tugs on it gently with his lips, sending waves of pleasure through my body that one could never imagine. As his tongue swirls in circular motions, his fingers tug and caress my right breast, again rising Goosebumps all over my skin.
He stops what he’s doing to look up at me, a smile on his face. I feel my face blush, and I try using my hands to hide it. “Why does your skin do that all the time?”
“I don’t know. You do things to me Mike Fuentes.” I whisper, running a hand through his hair, and caressing his cheek gently.
“Well I think it’s fucking adorable.” He whispers back, bringing his lips next to my ear, his low and seductive voice resonating down to my bones. “And sexy.” His tongue grazes the tips of my ear, running down all the way to my earlobe, “And cute.” His teeth catch my earlobe, and pull in a non-too gentle manner.
I let out a loud gasp, gripping his arms tightly and closing my eyes. Shivers rock my body, and he chuckles. Mike traces kisses from my temple, down my cheekbones, all the way to my lips.
His tongue teases mine, and his fingers continue with their circular motions between my legs. His free hand goes back to massaging my breast, and it takes all of my willpower to not explode right at that moment.
“Mike, I’m close.” I manage to breathe out, in between his kisses and caresses.
“Oh no babe, I’m not near done with you.” He growls, and flips me over on to my stomach. I feel him sprawling out beside me, his hand resting on my lower back. “Damn, the live image really is better than my imagination. Those socks are fucking sexy on you.”
His fingers hook around my underwear, and he quickly pulls them down and off or me, throwing them somewhere on the floor. I feel his body hovering over my back, and as he starts planting soft kisses on my shoulder, he inserts two fingers inside me, causing me to let out a breathless moan.
Mike moves them in and out, and at the same time nibbles on the back of my neck, driving me insane.
“Mike please.” I whimper.
“Please what darling?” He asks innocently, pushing his fingers deeper and making my eyes roll back.
“Please Mike, fuck me.”
He lets out a satisfied sound, but doesn’t seem quite convinced. “Hmm, that’s still not enough. How would you like me to fuck you? Gently? Savagely? You’re call baby.”
I roll my eyes, and flip over, so I’m lying face up and my eyes are steady on his. “Michael Fuentes, if you don’t cut this crap and fuck me senseless like you told me you would, I swear I am going to—“ But I’m cut off as he slams his length inside of me, filling my body and erasing my thoughts altogether.
“Better?” He asks between ragged breaths, staring down at me, his warm brown eyes burning with liquid fire so intense I feel like I’m in danger of melting.
I don’t even have control of myself to formulate a normal answer, and instead let out a series of nonsense escape my lips.
He starts moving faster, building up the intensity inside me. His thrusts become deeper, harder, and to be quite honest—more exquisite. He hits my g-spot repeatedly, causing me to scream out, not even bothering that Sophie is most likely trying to sleep next door. His own grunts and moans mix with mine, and soon enough the feeling of our bodies moving together is too much to even allow us to speak coherently.
Mike lets out various expressions including a vast amount of vulgarity and curse words, none of which I pay much attention to—I’m too focused on the feeling of him inside of me.
He suddenly pulls me up, arranging our positions so we are now sitting on the mattress, my legs around his waist and his skinny legs underneath us. Our chests are pressed tightly against each other’s, and I gasp as he now feels even deeper inside of me—if that were possible.
He rocks his hips upward, meeting mine as I accompany him in a similar movement. Soon enough, a while after doing this, I feel a tightening feeling that has become familiar to me these past two weeks start to build up inside of me, putting my mind on blank.
“That’s it baby, you’re there.” He whispers roughly against my ear, and his words are what push me over to the edge and bring forward my orgasm, long and powerful. My vision seems to go white for a moment, and my body is overwhelmed by shivers and feelings, practically causing me to convulse.
I collapse against his chest, and grip his shoulders tightly as he continues to slam into me, his thrusts becoming sloppier by the second, until he too, reaches his maximum point, calling out my name in a deep, raspy and rough voice.
After his own orgasm dies down, we both lie wrapped in each other’s arms, my cheek pressed against his collarbone and my nose buried in his neck, his lips pressed against my shoulder and his hands gripping my sides tightly, apparently refusing to let go.
Mike lets his body fall backwards on the bed, bringing me down with him.
He pulls me close, kissing my lips softly. Our skin is covered in a thin sheet of sweat, but I don’t mind it at all, I feel amazing.
“God, you’re really good.” He whispers. I don’t know why he says this; I don’t really see how I do much, since until two weeks ago I had no idea how one was supposed to do sex
“And you’re fucking crazy.”
“Just about you.”
“Shut up you cheesy bastard. I’m tired, I want to sleep.”
He laughs gently, and kisses my forehead, before reaching for the blanket and stretching it over us both, wrapping us tightly together.
“Goodnight my grumpy midget.” Mike whispers, bringing a smile to my lips.
“Goodnight babe.”
I’m startled awake by the very annoying sound of an alarm clock beeping frantically close to me. I hear a very masculine groan beside my ear, soon followed by the movement of Mike untangling his limbs from my own.
I manage to open my eyes a little, watching as he rolls around and reaches for his phone, checking the time and killing the alarm. I manage to make out the white numbers on the screen: 6:30.
Mike locks his phone again and grunts in frustration, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands and pulling on his hair. “Damn fucking Gryffindor socks.” He mutters, as he gets out of bed and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
As I hear the sound of the shower water start to run, I smile at myself and at his words. I so loved these socks.
By the time my own alarm clock sounds, its 9:00 a.m. and Mike is long gone. I roll groggily out of bed and pull on my underwear and t-shirt that Mike had disposed of last night and left lying on the floor.
I don’t even bother checking my appearance in the mirror, and walk out into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Sophie is already dressed for the day and sitting on the counter, a bookin one hand and a mug of coffee on the other. She looks up as I walk into the room and smiles brightly at me, “Good morning. Nice socks.”
I smirk at myself, that’s what he said. “Morning Soph.” I say, while pouring myself m own cup of coffee from Sophie’s leftovers in the coffeemaker, it’s still warm. I pour some sugar and milk into it, and with a small spoon mix it up until it acquires a warm, creamy color—just the way I like it.
“So, I get off at around three from the shop today. You’re gonna pick me up so we can make it to our 4:00 o’clock appointment to see that free apartment in that building a couple of clocks away?” I ask, taking a sip of my delicious coffee.
Sophie closes her book gently, and bites her lip. She puts down her coffee on the counter and looks at me with watery eyes. “Actually Sam, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”
Her voice sounds a little strained, and I become incredibly curious. What’s up with hear? “Okay, what is it?” I ask, coming out of the kitchen and sitting on the dining table, facing her sitting on the counter.
I notice her start to fumble with her fingers, looking down with worry surrounding the lines around her eyes. “Well, last night when I went out to dinner with Tony……..we were talking about some things.”
Okay……..so?
I moved my hand in the air, urging her to continue. “I’m just going to cut straight to the point Sammy.” She says, her eyes hooking with mine and holding my gaze.
“Tony asked me to move in with him.”
Woah. That’s something I did not expect.
Ever since I had left Mexico and come to the States, it had always been Sophie and me against the world. We survived freshman year together, we went through the Kevin incident, we went through an immense list of all of Sophie’s heartbroken hook-ups, my depression, my self-harm, her recent bulimia news. She had been my roommate for more than four years, and now she was leaving me to live with Tony, a guy she had been seeing for five months at most.
Don’t get me wrong, Tony was absolutely amazing. Yeah, he could be shy sometimes—something Sophie was not—but he really did have a heart of gold. You could easily see how much he absolutely adored her every time he looked at her, but it was Sophie I was doubtful about. She had spent the last four and a half years going guy after guy, never settling with the same one for more than a week, and now here she was considering moving in with her boyfriend of five months. I’m pretty sure that’s the longest relationship she’s ever had. I mean, maybe things had changed, and she had truly fallen for Tony, but was that the case? I sure hoped it was.
I swallow thickly before speaking. “And, what did you say?”
She looks up at me, a little glint in her eyes I can easily make out as giddiness. “I said yes.”
So that was it. I had lost my bestfriend. Before I knew it, I felt hot heavy tears prickling the back of my eyes. I quickly looked down at my coffee, hiding them from Sophie.
“Are you sure about this?”
Sophie smiles brightly. “I am Sammy. I—I’m in love with Tony. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way. You know how my parents divorced when I was eight, and you also know it wasn’t pretty at all. I’ve just spent my whole life avoiding relationships so I won’t end up the same as my mom, so I just relied on random hook-ups. But I don’t know, since I met Tony at Jaime’s party, I can’t get him out of my mind. I really thought he’d be just another guy—but he’s not. He’s the only guy I want to be with, maybe even forever.”
She hops down from the counter and approaches me, lifting my chin up and exposing the tears running down my cheeks. “This is all so new to me Sam, but I just really have this feeling that I have to take a risk in life—this risk. I want to be with Tony. I love him, and he loves me. What more do I need?”
Maybe, I don’t know—me? I know I’m being incredibly selfish. If her words were true ad she had really fallen in love with Tony, then I couldn’t really blame her. If she was nearly as crazy about Tony as I was about Mike, then I guess it’s pretty understandable.
I nod slowly, wiping away the tears from my eyes. I stand up and pull her to me, wrapping her in a tight smile, burying my face in her bony shoulder as my body shakes with silent, choked sobs. I never knew it would hurt this much to lose my Sophie—my sister. I don’t really think I had even considered the possibility of losing her until she had told me straight to my face that she wouldn’t be my roomie anymore.
“Hey Sammy,” she holds my face in her hands, her own cheeks shining with freshly shed tears. “It’s still Sophie and Sam against the world, that doesn’t change.”
Easy for her to say. I just nodded silently and hugged her to me again, not wanting to let go. We were big girls, this was bound to happen sooner or later actually, but I just never thought it would be this soon.
When I finally manage to calm down and stop sobbing, I look her dead in the eye, and speak with a weak voice. “I—I just really hope this works out for you Soph. I hope you and Tony make it.”
She looks at me with curious eyes, but I know she understands what I mean. I hope you don’t end up regretting this. She nods serenely at me, and gives me a sad smile.
“I have to go to work sis, will you be okay?” she asks, squeezing my shoulder gently.
I manage to nod, and return her smile weakly. “I will. I’ll go apartment hunting after work—I’ll figure things out.”
She bites her lip a little too hard, turning her skin white. She gives me one last squeeze before picking up her back and exiting through the door with a final wave.
I sink down into the chair, and stare at my coffee with disinterest. My crying has finally come to a stop, and now I just feel empty.
What am I going to do now? Who was I kidding? I couldn’t pay rent for an apartment all by myself! I was so screwed, but on the other side Sophie really did seem genuinely happy to move in with Tony. If she was happy, then I was too. As I had told her, I would just have to figure it out. I had to be strong, and I had to be a big girl.
“Sam, you look pretty down, are you okay?” Kyle nudges me with his elbow gently, crouching down next to my chair where I sit finishing a tattoo design.
I shut it close and stare at him. “Yeah, I’m fine. How’s Jay?”
His previous kind smile turns into a sad frown, and he looks down. “Um, well he’s hanging in there. I couldn’t get him out of bed today though.”
I nod, understanding now the reason why he hadn’t shown up today.
“Can I ask what happened?”
Kyle nods slowly and looks me in the eye. “You know he used to be married right?”
“Yeah. He got divorced.”
“Uh-huh, but he didn’t want to.”
I furrow my eyebrows, inching closer to him. “What do you mean?”
Kyle passes a hand over his face, clearly exhausted. “Allison was the love of his life, but apparently he wasn’t hers. Five years into the marriage, he caught her cheating, but he wouldn’t leave her. Two years afterwards, filled with lies and arguments and cheating, Allison filed for divorce. It broke Jay’s heart, even more than her infidelities.”
That sounded terrible. Jay must’ve really had it for her if he didn’t leave her for two years after finding out.
“I don’t think he’s ever gotten over here, and I don’t know if he ever will. But last night he ran into Mark, Allison’s brother. Turns out she passed away a couple of weeks ago after her car crashed into a massive truck.”
I caught my breath, my eyes growing wide. So that’s why Jay looked so terrible yesterday. The love of his life that he had never forgotten had died.
“Oh, God Kyle that’s terrible. I’m so sorry.”
He takes my hand and squeezes it a little, his bright blue eyes shining. “Thanks Sam, it means a lot.”
“Poor Jay.” I mutter under my breath as he stands up and heads back into his cubicle to clean up his workspace, since the day was almost over. We closed at three on Saturdays, instead of at ten, so it was an easy day today.
A half an hour later, I’m waiting on the sidewalk for Lena to come pick me up. Sophie was still at work, and Mike hadn’t messaged me all day long, so he was probably still busy at the studio.
Jess had been in yoga class, so Lena was my last option for a ride.
As she pulls up in her silver Chevy, I smile at her from the sidewalk, and she smiles back. Kyle comes behind me, after just locking the shop.
He rattles the keys in his hands as he stores them away in his pockets. “Cute. Mind introducing her?”
I roll my eyes at him and shove him away, climbing into the passenger seat of Lena’s car and driving away while sticking my tongue out to Kyle.
“Hey Lena.” I say, after rolling up my window.
“Hi Sam.” She smiles sweetly at me, and I’m once again shocked by the beauty and intensity of the color of her eyes. Piercing blue. “Wanna go get some lunch?”
I nod and accept her invitation gladly, my stomach grumbling and causing us both to laugh.
A half hour later, we’re sitting in a Sweet Tomatoes, gobbling down on our delicious salads. I take a sip of my pink lemonade and look up to see Lena regarding me curiously.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She shrugs, poking a piece of lettuce with her fork. “You just seem pretty quiet, and usually I’m the one who’s like that.”
I say nothing, just take another drink of my lemonade.
“Is everything okay?”
No. “Yeah.”
Her piercing blue eyes cut through my lie, reading my mind. “Is it about Sophie and Tony moving in together?”
I drop the bite of my salad I was about to take, and nearly choke on my own saliva. “Um—how did you know?”
“Tony told me a couple of days ago that he was planning on asking her to move in. He tells me stuff, for some weird reason.”
Well, Lena really was quiet, and genuinely seemed extremely reliable because of this. I could see why Tony would go to her to talk about this.
“So you already knew?”
She nods.
I bury my face in my hands. “Oh God, what am I going to do? I have to be out of the apartment by Wednesday, and I don’t have a fucking place to stay at. All the rents are so damn expensive and without Sophie’s half of the money I’m completely screwed.”
Lena bites her lip, fumbling with the hem of her t-shirt. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”
I lift my face up from my hands, raising my eyebrows. “Yeah?”
Her expression becomes somewhat sad. “Well, you know I haven’t heard of Macy for about two months now, and it’s becoming really hard paying for the two bedroom apartment I live in. I even had to ask Vic to help me pay last month’s rent, and I don’t want to have to do that again.”
“I know we haven’t been friends for as long as you and Sophie have, but I guess what I’m saying is that I have a free room and I could really use the money, and well I’ve actually grown quite fond of you and at the same time you do need a place to stay. Besides, I wouldn’t mind the company. So look, its okay if you don’t want to but I just wanted to ask you—“
“Yes.” I blurt out.
Her brilliant eyes grow wide. “Seriously?”
I reach over and gently flick her on the forehead. “Are you kidding? You literally just save my ass right now! I’m not going to be homeless!”
Lena smiles insanely, something she doesn’t do much. “So, you’re my new roomie?”
I throw my hands up in the air. ”Fuck yeah I am! Oh God, thank you so much Lena, you seriously are a lifesaver. I just can’t believe how things just clicked together.”
“Actually, I was thinking about asking you since Tony told me.”
The fact that she would have quite some time considering asking me to move in with her really warmed my heart, and my fondness of this girl grew ten times bigger by the second now. I was officially settled with a place to live in, and I really couldn’t believe how lucky I had gotten in such short notice.
We sit talking for what seems like forever, finishing our food and talking about plans for moving in my things and Macy’s stuff out. This gorgeous girl seems to grow more excited by the second and I really can’t believe someone as quiet and reserved as her would have had the trust in me to open up like this and invite me to live with her.
My phone rings on my jean’s pocket, and I hold a finger up to Lena indicating I’ll take the call. It’s Mike.
“Hey babe, you done for the day?”
“Yeah, where are you?”
“I’m out getting lunch with Lena.”
“Ah, nice. Can I come over later?”
What kind of a question was that? Of course he could. “Sure.”
“Okay Sammy, I’ll see you later.” He sends me a kiss through the line and hands up.
Our phone calls are usually short when he’s not on tour, but I don’t really mind. We say what’s necessary and we save all the rest for when we see each other in person.
I look up once more to the girl sitting across me before we get up to pay the bill.
“I’m serious Lena. Thank you.”
Her white teeth are exposed by her bright smile. “No prob roomie.”
Notes
So, there's a lot going on in this chapter.First of all..........................SMUT ALERT.
It's my first time writing a sex scene! Please don't hate me if I sucked at it! I'm just a loser virgin who's closest case of a sexual encounter is when my Chihuahua humps my leg, so DON'T JUDGE ME.
Please tell me if it was terrible so I never write any of that again. Please.
On the other hand, things are starting to change a bit. Sophie and Sam are no longer going to be roomates, Sophie and Tony are becoming more of a stronger item, and Lena is going to acquire a bigger role in the story. Tell me what you think about all these new changes, and your predictions! I have a lot planned for this story, so hand in tight and subscribe!!
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