My Growing Heartache

Chapter 34: Chik-fil-a & Emotions.

I wake up, rubbing my eyes and stretching. Looking around, I see that the room is empty and I pout, guessing that its probably afternoon and everybody woke up already. By everybody, I mean Rosa and William because Rosa ended up sleeping over last night and William had to sleep on the couch in my room. I know his back must be hurting him because that couch is for decoration and is only something you can sit in for a few minutes and I feel bad that he had to sleep on it.

After about 5 minutes of being lazy, I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom, only taking a shower because I really don't feel like taking a bubble bath.

I get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself, and brush my teeth then wash my face.

I feel kind of bummy today so I just throw my hair up into a very messy bun and put on a spaghetti strap shirt and some yoga pants.

I walk downstairs and enter the living room where William is watching some movie. I walk over to him and sit in his lap, blocking his view of the tv.

I smile like a maniac and batter my eyes, probably making me look like I had a tick, but I wanted some food and don't feel like driving.

He playfully pushes my head and turns his attention back to the tv. I get off of his lap, move to the other end of the couch, fold my arms and drop down. I hope his ass knows that he isn't going to get any just for that. His new best friends are going to be his right hand, St. Ives, and Playboy. Almost as if he knew what I was thinking, he scoots over to me, trying to put his arms around my shoulder, but I move up so his arm ends up on the couch.

He looks at me with a smile on his face and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he is up to something. He gets off of the couch, still looking at me and smiling.

Before I can tell him to not do whatever he's about to do, he sits on me! This boy weighs like 5 tons!

"Get off of me, you fatty!" I yell, trying to push him off my lap but he doesn't budge.

"Ugh, well I tried loosing weight ya know. I'm sorry that I'll never be skinny enough for you." He jokes, pretending to cry. I laugh at him and take this moment as my opportunity to push him off of me and stand up. He catches himself and stands too.

"Hey, let's get something to eat." I say, rubbing my belly as remember my reason for bothering him in the first place.

"No, I'm a fatty remember?" He says, mimicking me.

"I'm sorry. You're super skinny. Now, I suggest you take me out to eat before I starve to death and you don't get a back rub." I bribe him.

"Okay. Let's go." He says right away.

"Wait, where's Rosa?" I ask, remembering she slept over.

"She left. Something about catching up with someone."

"Mkay." I say, shrugging. I'm used to her randomly leaving. She has the worst attention span.

William gets my keys off the rack and when he opens the front door, it's raining outside.

"You might want to grab a sweater and umbrella, love. I wouldn't want you getting sick." He says. I head back upstairs and throw on my cocoon cardigan and grab my umbrella, then change my sandals to moccasins. I go back downstairs and William and I get into the car.

The radio is on and there's a comfortable silence. As I'm looking out the window, William sneakily puts his hand on my thigh and I look at him quizzically, but he just keeps driving as if nothing happened. I let him slide and go back to looking out the window.

We pull into Chik-fil-a and William parks the car. We get out and enter the fast food restaurant and there are only a few people inside (mainly Caucasian people). I walk up to the counter to order and William wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder.