Am I More Than You Bargained For Yet?

Chapter 15

Chris took a deep breath, wishing he considered something different than jeans and a t-shirt now. He just reminded himself of who he was about to take out, and it seemed okay again. His breath caught in his throat when Angelina opened the door. "Oh. Hey Ange, hows it go-" "Don't bother Sabin, you got one date." Ange said, not inviting him inside but leaving the door open.

He stood stunned, not knowing whether to enter or not. A few moments later Ava walked past the front door, singing some familiar tune. A second later she walked back to the door with a puzzled look on her face. "Uh. Hello?" She said. "Hey. Am I early or something?" He asked nervously, scratching his head through the Grey beanie on his head.

Sorry about that." Ava smiled walking back to the door, fixing her hair and shirt. He smiled, puzzled. "Um. No problem?" She closed the door behind her just as they heard Ange screech. "You bitch!"

She held out her hand, he took it softly. "Lead the way Sabin..."

"Jesus Christ!" Ava laughed, almost falling into the apartment. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face, thanks the amount of hair sticking to her face because of the insane rain storm they were just aught in. Sure, walking around town talking was a super sweet idea until a golf ball sized hail stone narrowly avoided Sabin's face. "I now believe global warming, because that shit is insane!" Chris yelled, closing the curtains.

"I'll get you a shirt or something, get out of those wet clothes." He stated, going to his bedroom and grabbing the first things he could find. She thanked him, retreating to the bathroom to change. He removed his own shirt, grabbing one out of the hamper and threw it over his shoulder to put on after he got two beers from the fridge. He opened one and looked over the contents of the fridge. Ketchup, mustard, a green pepper. Hardly dinner material.

like Chinese!?" He yelled.
"Who doesn't." He smirked piking up the phone, hitting speed dial 9. Hey, they were men.

As soon as he finished ordering he hung up the phone, placing it back on the charger.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Sabin?" He smiled turning around to see her in his newest Made in Detroit shirt, a pair of basketball shorts.

"Little bit." He replied with a grin.
He handed her a beer and slipped on the shirt.

"Movie?" She asked, walking over to the book case filled with DVD's.
"Oh, definitely." She grinned, slipping in Pulp Fiction.

"Classic." He smiled. She sat down on the couch next to him, he slid his arm around her shoulders.
"Sorry your date got ruined." She said. He raised an eyebrow. "My date?"
"You planned it."
"I suppose-" He sighed. "-I just hate when things don't go my way." He pouted with the last word.

She smiled, pinching his cheek. He playfully slapped her hand away and she laughed.
"Don't go swingin' at me, Joshua." She laughed, smacking his arm back.

"Hey, I all spousal abuse on that shit!" He laughed, grabbing her arm to tickle her stomach.
"Who said I'm your spouse, hussy?" She laughed as he held onto her arms, pinning them above her head so he had the full tickle advantage.

"Oh, that was harsh Williams." He stopped tickling for a moment, to place a hand over his heart.
"Man up, dog." She laughed.

He began laughing along, and after a moment they were kissing.
After another moment he was on top of her, his hand now up her shirt- and I guarantee he wasn't tickling her.
She ran her now free hands up his sides, making his skin come up in goosebumps.

remember me? i'm baaaaaack.
thank you all very, very much for being so patient.

Chris took a deep breath, wishing he considered something different than jeans and a t-shirt now. He just reminded himself of who he was about to take out, and it seemed okay again. His breath caught in his throat when Angelina opened the door. "Oh. Hey Ange, hows it go-" "Don't bother Sabin, you got one date." Ange said, not inviting him inside but leaving the door open.

He stood stunned, not knowing whether to enter or not. A few moments later Brody walked past the front door, singing some familiar tune. A second later she walked back to the door with a puzzled look on her face. "Uh. Hello?" She said. "Hey. Am I early or something?" He asked nervously, scratching his head through the Grey beanie on his head.

"No. It's just... Didn't she invite you in?" "Uh." Chris shrugged. "Excuse me for a minute." Brody turned and walked back into the apartment. Hearing what sounded like a lamp breaking and a loud scream he began to wonder what the heck was going on in there.

"Sorry about that." Brody smiled walking back to the door, fixing her hair and shirt. He smiled, puzzled. "Um. No problem?" She closed the door behind her just as they heard Ange screech. "You bitch!"

She held out her hand, he took it softly. "Lead the way Sabin..."

"Jesus Christ!" Brody laughed, almost falling into the apartment. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face, thanks the amount of hair sticking to her face because of the insane rain storm they were just aught in. Sure, walking around town talking was a super sweet idea until a golf ball sized hail stone narrowly avoided Sabin's face. "I now believe global warming, because that shit is insane!" Chris yelled, closing the curtains.

"I'll get you a shirt or something, get out of those wet clothes." He stated, going to his bedroom and grabbing the first things he could find. She thanked him, retreating to the bathroom to change. He removed his own shirt, grabbing one out of the hamper and threw it over his shoulder to put on after he got two beers from the fridge. He opened one and looked over the contents of the fridge. Ketchup, mustard, a green pepper. Hardly dinner material.

"You like Chinese!?" He yelled.
"Who doesn't." He smirked piking up the phone, hitting speed dial 9. Hey, they were men.

As soon as he finished ordering he hung up the phone, placing it back on the charger.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Sabin?" He smiled turning around to see her in his newest Made in Detroit shirt, a pair of basketball shorts.

"Little bit." He replied with a grin.
He handed her a beer and slipped on the shirt.

"Movie?" She asked, walking over to the book case filled with DVD's.
"Oh, definitely." She grinned, slipping in Pulp Fiction.

"Classic." He smiled. She sat down on the couch next to him, he slid his arm around her shoulders.
"Sorry your date got ruined." She said. He raised an eyebrow. "My date?"
"You planned it."
"I suppose-" He sighed. "-I just hate when things don't go my way." He pouted with the last word.

She smiled, pinching his cheek. He playfully slapped her hand away and she laughed.
"Don't go swingin' at me, Joshua." She laughed, smacking his arm back.

"Hey, I all spousal abuse on that shit!" He laughed, grabbing her arm to tickle her stomach.
"Who said I'm your spouse, hussy?" She laughed as he held onto her arms, pinning them above her head so he had the full tickle advantage.

"Oh, that was harsh Williams." He stopped tickling for a moment, to place a hand over his heart.
"Man up, dog." She laughed.

He began laughing along, and after a moment they were kissing.
After another moment he was on top of her, his hand now up her shirt- and I guarantee he wasn't tickling her.
She ran her now free hands up his sides, making his skin come up in goosebumps.

There was a knock on the door, neither moved from what they were doing.
"Fuck dinner." Sabin whispered, moving his lips to her neck.

Another knock.
"They'll go away." Ava whispered, lifting his shirt over his head.
He grinned, his forehead pushed against hers.
She pulled back to remove her shirt.

"Yo! I got your food!"
Sabin stood, cussing his way over to the door.
He flung it open, throwing a fifty dollar bill at the boy before slamming the door shut in his face just after grabbing the bag of food.

When he turned around Ava was fully dressed, sitting on the couch again.
He sat next to her, opening the boxes and setting out the food.

He lent down to grab his shirt- "Leave it off."
He turned to smirk at Ava who was watching him, chopsticks almost at her mouth.

Leaning back in his seat he smiled, settling in to enjoy the movie.