Monte was being dragged helplessly to his bedroom. "Babe, babe, babe." He panicked, trying to fight his way out the door. "Yes, yes, yes?" I mocked, laughing. "Are we really doing this?" He asked as I closed the bedroom door. "If you want to," I said, sitting cross-legged on his bed. "Like I said, how fast things go is up to you," He said, sitting down next to me and pulling me closer. "Thanks," I smiled. "I'll never think to love you less," Monte said. That made my cheeks feel warm. "You're so cute when you blush." Monte chuckled. "You're cute in general," I giggled. He bit his lip and looked away. I reached up to turn his head toward me again. His skin was warm. He was fighting a smile. I awed, and pulled him into a quick kiss. I pulled away slightly, but he pulled my mouth back to his in a hurry. He let himself smile. I pulled away. "Sorry, you still taste like coffee." He said. "And you like that taste? I have a half a mug out there still." I said. "Yeah, I do, but... It's probably cold already. Plus, Mike is out there. There's no Mike in here. Just us." Monte smiled, pulling me in for another short kiss. "Monte, I think we should wait to do that," I said, nodding to the pillows. "Alright. It's totally up to you." Monte said. "I kinda want to call TJ." I said. "Why?" Monte asked, concerned. "Because I wanna see how he's doing. He looked rough when we left. Drunk and tired." I said. "Alright. You have his number, right?" He asked. "Yeah. I'm gonna go camp out on your stairs." I said. "Alright. I'll be in here, watching tv." "Alright," I smiled. I got up from the bed and skipped out the door. I sat on the steps that lead up to Mike's floor. I pulled my phone out and went to my contacts. I found TJ's name, and pressed the 'Call' button. It rang twice before he picked up. "Hello? Caitlin?" TJ said. "Yeah, TJ." I laughed. "Alright. Just checking to make sure that wasn't Monte, about to flip out in me. What's up, babe?" He laughed. "I just wanted to see how you were doing," I said. "I'll show you how I've been." He said, as my phone recieved a text. "Did you just text me?" I asked. "Yeah. Look at it." He said. I opened the text. His hair was messed up, his eyes bloodshot, bags under his eyes, and he looked like his cheeks weren't as chubby. "TJ, you look awful!" I gasped. "Thanks." He said, sarcastically. "Sorry, you just, wow. TJ, I love you, sis, I don't wanna see you like this." I worried. "I'm tired. I only slept for two hours last night." "Babe, get some sleep." I said. "I'll try, but it's gonna be hard. You're not here to sleep with me." He chuckled. "TJ," I said. "I'll skype you or something, at.... I dunno. What time do you want?" "How 'bout 11?" He said. "Alright. That's 8, over here." I thought out loud. "No, I meant 11 over there." He said. "Oh, so like 2 am for you?" I laughed. "Yeah." He said. "I want you asleep as soon as we get done." I said. "Alright. I promise." He said, fighting back a laugh. "Alright," I said, caution in my voice. "Alright, I'll see you later," He said extremely sexually. "Yeah." I said. "Alright, bye, brutha!" He said. "Bye, sis." I giggled. He was insane, I swear.
