Can't you just text me before you come over like any normal person?

Part 6

Missy gave a yawn and a stretch as she opened her eyes.

It was a warm, sunny morning and, most importantly, a Saturday. A day where she could get up late and do nothing the entire day. And today she didn't plan to do anything important at all.

She gave another long stretch before reaching for her cell phone.

She frowned, no messages.

She hadn't heard from Wade in days, which was very unlike him. If he wasn't hanging out with her, he was bombarding her with texts (the majority of them just containing the eggplant emoji and nothing else).

Not that she was worried or anything. She knew he could handle himself. And she doubted she had done anything to upset him.

But didn't help that horrible knot that sat at the bottom of her stomach every time she thought of him.

Her fingers hovered over his name in her messages.

Would it be weird to send him a text to ask if he was ok?

She bit her lip and let out a long breath, before her fingers began dancing across the keys.

Hey, how are you? typed Missy, before hurriedly deleting it.

She tried again.

Hey asshole, where the hell are you?

No, that was too much. She deleted it and paused for a second before typing once more.

You want to come over for breakfast? I got that cereal with the marshmallows you like.

Missy clicked send and chewed on her bottom lip. She was just about to click the home button and check Twitter, when a message suddenly dinged on screen.

It was Wade.

Liar! I've been rooting through your kitchen for the past 30 minutes and I do not see any fucking lucky charms [angry face emoji] [eggplant emoji]

Missy frowned for a long moment before slowly turning to stare at her closed bedroom door.

Hauling the covers off herself, she ran from her bedroom and turned the corner into her kitchenette.

She skidded to a halt as she suddenly caught sight of Wade sitting on top of one of her kitchen counters, swinging his legs like a little kid.

"Morning sleepyhead," he uttered in a playful voice, glancing up at her she entered the room. "Well don't you look totally fuckable this morning."

Missy, who was dressed in just an oversized t-shirt and her underwear, reddened, and tugged at the shirt, attempting to pull it down over her butt.

"Don't get all shy on me," he said, cocking his head at her. "I've seen you in more compromising outfits that that."

It was true. Wade always had a knack or walking in on her half way through getting dressed or undressed.

She still hadn't asked him for her key back, yet though. That was definitely still on her to-do list!

She removed her hand from the hem of her shirt and sauntered over to the counter with a sigh, as Wade's white eyes followed her.

"Should I even bother to ask why you're at my apartment this early in the morning?" she said, reaching for the coffee on the top shelf of one of her cupboards.

Wade leaned forwards, his face just a few inches from her ass, watching her t-shirt ride up as she stretched.

"I was bored.....couldn't sleep," he said after a moment, finally pulling away and grabbing the jar of coffee Missy was reaching for and handing it to her.