Mike brings a plate up to me with waffles, eggs, hashbrowns, bacon, and sausages.
I look, surprised at the content. It's a lot.
"You, of course, don't have to eat it all, I just wasn't sure what you liked so I made you everything." He laughs.
"Oh my god, Mike!" I look up at him,
"you didn't have to do all this! Thank you!"
He hands me the plate and a fork.
"Of course, a pretty girl like you deserves the best."
I blush.
He grabs my face, my cheeks squished between his strong fingers.
"You're so goddamn perfect."
"Thank you," I manage to stutter two words out before blushing even harder, butterflies fill my stomach to the brim.
I attempt to hide my face but he holds me there, forcing me to look at him.
"I like seeing you blush, it's cute."
He finally let's go and tells me to eat up.
"Where's yours?"
"It's downstairs, wanna eat up here together? or should I eat mine downstairs?"
"I'll come downstairs with you!" I scootch to the edge of the bed and hop up.
"Okay," He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me backward into him before kissing my neck.
"Let's go," he looks down at me and smiles.
I nod at him and walk downstairs.
I choose to sit on the couch, and Mike sits beside me with his arm around me.
I rest my head on his chest while enjoying the delicious breakfast plate.
Soon Jimmy walks in, when he sees me he rolls his eyes and storms into the kitchen.
He comes back into the living room 30 seconds later.
"What's with the breakfast? You finally got what you wanted from her huh?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, acting dumb.
"Did you guys have fun? Was he worth it?"
"Jim-"
"Did he fuck you good?" He raises his voice.
I stare at him in disbelief.
"Yeah, he did."
Mike turns and looks at me in disbelief, Jimmy does too.
I immediately feel bad, "I'm sorry- I didn't mean to-"
I'm interrupted by Jimmy's laughter.
I look at him, confused.
"Good, I'm glad." He crosses his arms and storms out.
"Mike, I didn't mean for that to-"
"That wasn't cool."
"What-"
"It's okay."
He squeezes me slightly before gently pushing me off him and getting up.
"Mike!"
He turns around and looks at me.
"I'm sorry."
He doesn't answer and leaves the room.
"Man, this sucks." I say to no one in particular.
I push myself off the couch and walk to the front door, grabbing my wallet off the counter.
I open it up and notice a $20 is missing. I roll my eyes, annoyed but scared to say anything.
I leave without telling anybody and walk down to 7-11, alone.
I run in and grab a drink and flirt with the cashier.
He finally gives in and lets me buy a pack of cigarettes.
I go and sit under the big sign and light one up.
"Where's your boyfriend?"
Chills run down my spine, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
"Go away."
