Funny enough the two of us had gotten high together before having kissed you. He had rolled up a blunt for me and then rolled himself up one. Lighting them both and you guys went to town. We were smoking the blunt and rolling into deep and heavy laughs before falling down on into my bed.
My parents were never home, so the smell of weed that was wafting through the house wasn't anything to worry about, and secondly, since they weren't home I didn't care if my boyfriend stayed over. Sleeping in my bed, so close to me every night that he stayed off. He came out of the bathroom with a pair of loose and low-fitting sweatpants and a pizza t-shirt. It read "Surfer Boy Pizza" It smelt like fresh pizza and weed. Or maybe that was just what Argyle smelled like at this point, regardless Argyle slipped into the sheets next to me.
He always let me braid his long hair before sleeping in the same bed. Argyle was so sweet never pushing any boundary I made. I had told him at the start of our relationship that I wasn't sure about the whole kissing idea, or really anything that had me losing some sort of control.
He understand and took my words to heart. "Are you comfortable yet?" He asked as I cuddled closer to him under my sheets. I was trying to nuzzle myself up to him. He had yet to put his arm around me, not wanting to close me in yet. I wiggled a little bit more, the weed and more own need for sleep kicking me in the ass. "Yeah, I think. I'm good now." I said. Resting my head on his chest.
I could hear his heartbeat up against my ear. It lulled me to sleep as I dreamt of weird and crazy things. The next morning when I woke up Argyle was gone, but a note was left behind. He had to go to work and would be back later. So, I yawned and stretch in the mess of my sheets. I lay in my bed for what seemed like forever. Daydreaming about life outside of California. I wondered about what it would be like to live away from home. Just Argyle and I, Sleeping in late and staying awake for long nights.
When I was forced to get out of my daydream due to having to go to the bathroom. I decided to get ready for the day. I took a long and hot shower even though it was going to be a stuffy and hot day outside. I let the water run down my body and the soapy suds cleanse my body of any nightly sweats. I washed my hair letting my fingers glide through my hair, a few tangled happening due to the shampoo.
After my shower, I got dressed, brushed out my wet hair, and brushed my teeth before pampering myself with some light makeup. My lashes were thick with mascara, and a little bit of gold-dusted eyeshadow before I took a long look at myself in the mirror.
I was tired I could tell. The bags under my eyes were dark and large. I never truly ever got good sleep during the night. Nightmares or dreams would scatter my mind and most of the nights I would wake up in a sweat, unless my sweet Argyle was sleeping next to me. He grounded me, kept me feeling safe.
For the rest of the night I laid around my parents house. Reading, and doing some light house work. With Argyle staying most nights here the dishes piled up rather quickly, so I rolled up my sweater sleeves and got to work with the dishes.
I was never one for liking to do diehses. The slimy things that would be left over from nights of dinner, and other food. Coffee that would stain your cup with a ring around the entire thing. I filled up the dishwasher with silverware, and other dishes that we had both been using. Whenever my parents did come back they would never know that Argyle had come over, not would they care.
Minutes turned into hours of waiting for Argyle to come home. I ended up falling asleep curled up into the blanket that draped over my couch. I had slipped a movie on, sixteen candles. Molly Ringwalds character was my favorite. But still even with that I had fallen asleep in the comfort and warm of my couch.
