Falling for You

Number

Song - Too many hands by Eagles

"Who's that?" I said, frustrated.
"It'll probably be Mike. Told him we were coming back today."
"Ohhh,"
"I'll get it baby don't you worry, take your time getting dressed." He said putting on a pair of basketball shorts from the closet.

He walked out of the room and I heard him answer the door;
"Oh my god, it is true! You know it didn't believe Kayla when she called because I said to myself Timmy woulda called me. But you're here!" I heard a stereotypical New York accent ring through the apartment - not unlike Janis from friends.

"Woah Jenna what're you doing?" I heard Tim say.
What is she doing? I started to get dressed, well I put on a robe.
"I'm tryna kiss my boyfriend." She exclaimed.
She's tryna what now?

"Jenna...we broke up several months ago." Tim explained calmly.
"Yeah but that was just while you were in London right?"
"What gave you that impression?"
"Cause you said! I'm going to London we need to break up!"

There was a moment of silence.
"Ah cmon Timmy let's just get back together hm? Gimme one good reason why we can't-"
"Because he's married." I interrupted opening the bedroom door standing in his blue robe - I felt so badass.

She turned to Timothée.
"You're fucking married!"
"Yes."
"When the fuck did you get married."
"November."
"November? It still is November!"
"Well...the start of November."

"I- I don't know what to say."
Again another moment of silence. The woman stood there with her thick red hair, cheetah print skirt and low cut top with a massive frown.
"Hey, Jenna I'm sorry. I shoulda gave you more closure. I was a bit of a dick."
"Heh a bit!"
"Okay I was a big dick. Sorry."

"It's okay Timmy." She hugged him, he was not anticipating the hug and froze up. "I'm happy your happy with your wife, and YOU!" She pointed at me and attacked me with the same death grip of a hug.

"You look after him, the poor soul make terrible lasagne." She patted me on the shoulder and left.
Timmy let out a sigh.
"Well that was eventful." He said flipping down on the couch.
"So that was Jenna?" I sat with him.
"Yup"

"And what drew you to her?" I asked dangerously.
"I know she's a bit full on but I liked that, always interesting y'know?"
"So...now you've tried both. Are New York girls better in bed than London girls?"
"Well," he turned to look at me "I've only bed one London girl but she's the best I've ever had." He smiled.

"Really?"
"Of course."
"Aw Timmy you're my best."
He smiled and we shared a shirt cute kiss.
"Just out of curiosity though...how many women have you bed?"
He went real quiet.

"Y'know we should probably start unpacking-"
"Timmy?"
"The clothes are gonna get all crumpled-"
"Oh my god is the number that bad?"
He looked for words.
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." I smiled leaning into him.

He nodded his head go on.
"Five."
"Five?"
"Connor, Ross, Tom, Jules and you."
"Woah hold up, Jules?"
"Yeah, from my old band."
"Y-you were with a girl?"
"Yeah...."
"Like just kissing or like..."

"Oh no we had sex."
Timmys jaw dropped, I laughed at his reaction.
"What does it bother you?"
"It kinda does the opposite."
"Oh my god." I laughed as my head fell back into his lap and he looked down at me, playing with my hair.

"So...what was that like?"
"Nice try now give me your number."
"Just people I've slept with?"
"Yup."
He muttered a few names under his breath.
"So like...25."
"25!" I laughed "You're not even 25!"

"Hey don't be mean, that's my number I can't change it."
"How the fuck did you manage that you busy boy?" I starched his chin and he pushed my hand away gently.
"Well about 4 people in high school."
"Wow."
"About 15 in college."

I continually started up at him baffled.
"And then 11 since from college to my job and meeting you."
"No wonder you're good, you've had plenty of practice." I joked.
He laughed and stroked my hair again.
"But you're the only one I've ever truly loved."
"I feel the same way." I smiled.

A/N : Thought this was quite a funny and interesting idea :))