Our Kind Of Relationship

Chapter 7

I am tired from training and I decided to run myself a bath.

I'm wearing my sweatpants and white shirt. I lay on my bed and fell asleep

Someone's shaking my shoulder
"Fia! Get up!"

I know it's Brett

"What? I'm tired"

"You're tired? But we're going out!"

"Out? Watch movie and have dinner?"

"Yup"

I buried my face in my pillow

"Switch on the tv, remote is under my study table. If you're hungry, there's food in the fridge. Now let me sleep."

"Fia! You said yes"

"You can use Marga's bed while watching"

He lay beside me and turned on the tv

His head on my back but I just ignored him.

"Know what? You're the stubborn one and not me"

I just let him talk and pretend not to hear any of it

"You're not fighting fair."

I ignore him

"Are you asleep? Hey! Sleepyhead! -----Fuck it! Why? Girls run after me! Hey!", I still ignore his arrogance

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I woke up, it's 7:30pm and I'm hungry. Brett's still asleep beside me with his arms around my waist

"Brett! Wake up"

I poke his forehead with my index finger

"Hey! I'm hungry!"

He didn't respond but his arms tighten around me

"Brett!" My voice rises

His eyes still close but his mouth formed a smile.

"Crazy brat! Are you going to get up yourself or I'll kick you out of my room?"

Door opens and Marga was surprised.

"Oh My God! (she covered her eyes) I'm sorry. You should have texted me Sofi, I could have stayed at Michael's room."

I tried to get up but Brett's arm is too tight.

"No, it's not what you think Margarette"

I slap Brett's arm
"Brett! Let go of me! Get up!"

"Margarette, can you tell Sofia to stop arguing with me?" Now he's talking

"You can tell her yourself." Marga winks at me and went out of the room again.

"Stop acting like a brat Brett"
His eyes still close

"Ssh you're too noisy"

"I'm hungry" I whisper

Finally he let me go and opened his eyes

"Okay I'll feed you. Can we go now?"

"Go where?"

"Our date"

"It's not a date"

"What do you want to call it then?"

"Dinner"

"Dinner, it is then. Let's go"

I wash my face and brush my hair. Brett's busy with his phone.
"I'm done"

"Come" he slips his phone in his pocket then grabs my hand and take me out

"Let go of my hands Brett, I won't runaway" he smirks

"You're not a lesbian, are you?"

"Why on earth do you think that I'm a lesbian?" My voice rises and eyes widen. He just laugh

"Get inside the car" he demands

"No! Answer me!" My arms folded

"Because you won't let me touch you!"

"Touch me? For pete's sake Brett! You're not my boyfriend! Why are you acting like one?"

"Get inside the car, Fia" he smiles and climb inside his car and I do as I am told too

"I need an answer, Brett" my voice a little bit lower

"What do you want to eat"

"Pizza"

"Okay, I know some place with the best pizza"

"You haven't answered me"

"I told you, I want you to be mine"

"Damn it Brett! I am not playing jokes here"

"Neither I, Fia"

I made a silence and direct my attention to the road

"Are you mad?"

"Why would I be?" I'm not looking at him and my voice lower this time

"So you are"

"I'm not"

"You want fries and chicken wings? We can drop by a store and take out some"

"I don't know"

"Ahh so just pizza?"

I ignore him

"Please don't be mad at me"

"I'm not"

"But you are"

"Really?"

"Fia, I want to know you better. Please let me" he looks at me with a serious face

"Why Brett?"

"Do you always have a reason for everything?"

I nod and bite my lip, trying not to smile

"Because I want, happy?"
I find it awkward when he looks at me

"You want the ball"

"That's another story." He smiles

We're here. He pulls over the car

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"You choose, Fia"

"Okay. Hawaiian pizza please, just four slices--"

"Make it family size", Brett said

"No!" --- looking back to the waiter, "As I said sir, 4 slices will do and 2 regular drinks--coke?" I turn my head to Brett

"Iced tea"

"Okay. One coke and one Iced tea then"

"That's all Ma'am?"

"Yes please, thank you"

The waiter smiles at me and I smile back

"He's flirting with you"

"Brett!" I scold

"Why only four slices?"

"They have big slices here"

"So?"

"Family size is too much for us, Brett"

"I will be paying anyway"

"There are lots of starving kids in this world who doesn't have the chance to eat as much as you do Brett."

"And your point is?"

"I haven't thought you were as obtuse as this" I giggle

"Obtuse?" His eyes narrow

"What am I saying is, just have enough. Too much may hurt your tummy", I point my index finger to his stomach and he grins.