Stitches

Nine

Me and Crisfer woke up the next day with a little headache but it didn't stop her to be with Spencer for their pseudo-one-day-relationship. I've decided to drink some pain killers before spending the day with Popo. Half of the time we are together, he was talking about Demitri and how they are crazy for each other. We got some henna tattoo, smoke some weed and took thousand of pictures around the place.

"Im thinking of something." Popo said.

"Tell me."

"Let's find Crisfer and Spencer, go on a couple date." He's hands rested on my arm.

"And I'll be the guy of course." I laughed.

"Of course!" He laughed harder.

We look for them around and found them entering this buffet style restaurant that offers different type of seafood dishes.

"Why are you guys here?" Crisfer asked.

Me and Popo are both wearing sunnies and we pretended that they saw us first.

We've decided to wear the identical clothes we bought because that's what Crisfer and Spencer is also wearing.

"Oww love birds you're also here! Let us get lunch together." Popo said and we walked ahead of them.

"You smell weed." Spencer whispered to me.

"Why are you smelling me?" I hissed.

When we sat on our table, Spencer pulled a chair for Crisfer so I did the same with Popo and the four of us laughed.

"This is hilarious." Crisfer said.

"This is orgy." Popo commented.

And of course another round of laughter. Spencer stood up again so I did the same again.

"I'll go grab some food." He said.

"Baby, I'll get our lunch." I said in the most masculine voice I can ever do then walked with Spencer.

We then fall in line beside this long table full of seafood dishes.

"You'd be a great boyfriend." Spencer took two big plates and handed one to me.

"Maybe better than being a girlfriend." I shrugged.

"Is it still about Drew?"

Maybe. Maybe not. I walked into my thoughts. It wasn't about anyone else. It will always be about me.

"No. It's just me. Some fucked up issues about myself." I answered.

"You remember where we left off regarding my life story?" He replied.

"Yeah. Care to tell now?" I felt delighted.

"Tomorrow and you'll do the same." He wanted to seal it with a hand shake.

"You're good at negotiations Mr. Reed. Deal." I shook his hand.

"It's how I live Ms. Aster. Until tomorrow." He said.

Lately, we're really having fun role playing some kind of christian-slash-anastasia-conversation-parody.

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We went to the nearby grocery store after that lunch to buy food ingredients because Popo decided to bake some cinammons. We went back to the hotel and Popo starts making his little project.

"Pills?" Popo exclaimed after seeing my pill on the table.

"Whats the matter?" I asked perplexed.