sandwich. I hate eating the cheap sandwich because I know it’s processed and ground up chicken parts soaked in food coloring to make it appear appetizing.
“So I have news,” he says and sticks out his bottom lip.
“Yeah?”
“Seth is moving out.”
“What?” I ask, but I’m not shocked. “What happened?”
“ Mark happened.”
“Mark?”
“Yeah, some wanker he works with. They’ve been working closely and,” he puts his fingers up in quotes, “they just couldn’t deny their feelings any longer.”
I can’t hide my lack of surprise so I simply tell him I’m sorry rather than I told you so.
“Thanks.” He gives me a sad smile.
“You don’t sound very surprised.”
With a mouth full, he shakes his head, indicating he isn’t. “He’s packing right now, so I was super thankful when you texted.”
“It’s a stupid question, but is there anything I can do?” I take a sip of my drink.
He shakes his head and dries one of his eyes with his middle finger. “So, anything new with your biker?”
“He texted this morning to make sure I’d be okay and told me to text him if I need anything.”
Ryan scrunches his eyebrows together. “But yet, he thinks you should stay away from him.”
“Exactly.”
“Makes sense,” he says sarcastically.
“Right?” I chuckle.
He motions to the food in front of us. “So, why didn’t you have him bring you lunch?”
“I thought about it, but I don’t want him helping me all the time.”
“It may be the only way he’ll come around.”
That thought has crossed my mind. I don’t expect Rooter to come knocking on my door asking to hang out although I desperately wish he would.
“I guess I’ll have to be the one who does the coming around.”
“And if he won’t allow it?”
That, too, has crossed my mind. “Then I’ll be persistent,” I giggle.
After Ryan has cleaned up our mess, he and I sit on the couch watching salacious daytime television. Mike walks in, takes one look at Ryan and opens his mouth to say something. Likely something rude to my friend. He must think twice about it because he shuts his mouth and goes upstairs to his room without a word. Still rude, but much better than it could’ve been.
“I wish he would’ve said something,” Ryan says. “Would’ve given me an excuse to punch something.”
I rub his shoulder in an attempt to soothe him.
“Speaking of punching someone,” he continues, “do you mind if I spend the rest of day here? If I go back to the house, I’m sure to beat the living hell out of that knob head. That or get completely pissed which could very well lead to me beating the bloody hell out of the both of them.”
“Of course you can,” I say with a sympathetic smile and pat him on the leg. But then Mike comes downstairs and saunters into the kitchen. “But maybe we should hang out in my room.”
Ryan and I spend the rest of the day reading and watching movies in my room. We lay side by side on my bed until I fall asleep with my head rested against his shoulder. When I open my eyes, he too, is asleep. It’s dark outside and the only light in the room comes from the television. I reach over and turn on my bedside lamp. Ryan is adorable in his sleep. I run my fingers through his silky hair.
“Wake up sleepy head.”
He snuggles against me. “Would you mind if I stayed here tonight? I don’t want to go home.”
“Sure you can.” I kiss his temple.
I take a pair of pajamas to the bathroom to change. On my way back to my room I run into Mike in the hall.
“Have you converted the fairy?”
Only one sentence from him and my blood is boiling. “Shut up.”
“Hey, I’m all good with it. Anything’s better than that dickwad next door.”
“Perhaps I should tell that dickwad you called him a dickwad.”
Mike turns gray. “Good night, Sophie.”
I have to stop myself from slamming my door. I don’t want to have to explain myself to Ryan. The last thing I need is a
“So I have news,” he says and sticks out his bottom lip.
“Yeah?”
“Seth is moving out.”
“What?” I ask, but I’m not shocked. “What happened?”
“ Mark happened.”
“Mark?”
“Yeah, some wanker he works with. They’ve been working closely and,” he puts his fingers up in quotes, “they just couldn’t deny their feelings any longer.”
I can’t hide my lack of surprise so I simply tell him I’m sorry rather than I told you so.
“Thanks.” He gives me a sad smile.
“You don’t sound very surprised.”
With a mouth full, he shakes his head, indicating he isn’t. “He’s packing right now, so I was super thankful when you texted.”
“It’s a stupid question, but is there anything I can do?” I take a sip of my drink.
He shakes his head and dries one of his eyes with his middle finger. “So, anything new with your biker?”
“He texted this morning to make sure I’d be okay and told me to text him if I need anything.”
Ryan scrunches his eyebrows together. “But yet, he thinks you should stay away from him.”
“Exactly.”
“Makes sense,” he says sarcastically.
“Right?” I chuckle.
He motions to the food in front of us. “So, why didn’t you have him bring you lunch?”
“I thought about it, but I don’t want him helping me all the time.”
“It may be the only way he’ll come around.”
That thought has crossed my mind. I don’t expect Rooter to come knocking on my door asking to hang out although I desperately wish he would.
“I guess I’ll have to be the one who does the coming around.”
“And if he won’t allow it?”
That, too, has crossed my mind. “Then I’ll be persistent,” I giggle.
After Ryan has cleaned up our mess, he and I sit on the couch watching salacious daytime television. Mike walks in, takes one look at Ryan and opens his mouth to say something. Likely something rude to my friend. He must think twice about it because he shuts his mouth and goes upstairs to his room without a word. Still rude, but much better than it could’ve been.
“I wish he would’ve said something,” Ryan says. “Would’ve given me an excuse to punch something.”
I rub his shoulder in an attempt to soothe him.
“Speaking of punching someone,” he continues, “do you mind if I spend the rest of day here? If I go back to the house, I’m sure to beat the living hell out of that knob head. That or get completely pissed which could very well lead to me beating the bloody hell out of the both of them.”
“Of course you can,” I say with a sympathetic smile and pat him on the leg. But then Mike comes downstairs and saunters into the kitchen. “But maybe we should hang out in my room.”
Ryan and I spend the rest of the day reading and watching movies in my room. We lay side by side on my bed until I fall asleep with my head rested against his shoulder. When I open my eyes, he too, is asleep. It’s dark outside and the only light in the room comes from the television. I reach over and turn on my bedside lamp. Ryan is adorable in his sleep. I run my fingers through his silky hair.
“Wake up sleepy head.”
He snuggles against me. “Would you mind if I stayed here tonight? I don’t want to go home.”
“Sure you can.” I kiss his temple.
I take a pair of pajamas to the bathroom to change. On my way back to my room I run into Mike in the hall.
“Have you converted the fairy?”
Only one sentence from him and my blood is boiling. “Shut up.”
“Hey, I’m all good with it. Anything’s better than that dickwad next door.”
“Perhaps I should tell that dickwad you called him a dickwad.”
Mike turns gray. “Good night, Sophie.”
I have to stop myself from slamming my door. I don’t want to have to explain myself to Ryan. The last thing I need is a
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