Best Friends with the Boss

3

I groaned rolling over, cuddling into a warm body. Damien poked at my shoulder and when I refused to wake up he started to shake me lightly.

"Damien, I promise you I will kill you if you don't let me sleep." I slapped his hand away and cuddled further into his chest, "I already have ungodly hours when it comes to working for you. Don't even dare to touch my Saturdays.”

I felt his laugh more than I heard it; I was already back on my way to la la land. I felt myself being lifted up and my eyes shot open.

“I don’t even know why you’re trying to sleep in! If we’re tailgating all of the good spots are gonna be taken.” He pouted down at me, “Now either you’re gonna take a shower and I make breakfast or we’re gonna get in that shower together, because I refuse to have a poo spot.”

I grunted trying to wiggle out his arms, he let me plop on the bed but pulled me up before I could lay back down.

“Shower. Now” He growled, “Do not make me come in there.”

I waved him off, “You wouldn’t and if you did I would hurt your male pride.” I smirked at him then made my way to the shower. “Go make breakfast pet.”

I was sitting at the table eating cold eggs and toast. I was fully dressed in my blue jean shorts and a purple and gold t-shirt. Damien was in his room painting his face. He tried to paint mine, but I wouldn’t have that. I was in the middle of stuffing my face with more eggs when Damien walked down. He had painted an elaborate tiger on his left cheek and geaux tigers on his right. He had jeans on, but they were painted with LSU Tigers on one of the bottoms.

“Team spirit, I see.” Laughing I took a bite of my toast. “Maybe you should tone it down a little? You know. Wear some regular jeans or something.”

He scoffed and grabbed my toast out of my hand. “Whatever. Oh, and before I forget, Nathaniel and some of his friend are coming. I know how much you love Nate.” He winked at me and I reached out to hit him.

Nathaniel was his closest guy friend. We never really got along, but I suffered his presence for Damien. In high school and college, they did everything together and, on way more than one occasion, forced me to join them. They were the stereotypical Louisiana football heads, while I was more enthusiastic about getting my own teeth pulled.

I was, by far, Nathaniel’s least favorite person. He was a misogynistic, narcissistic tool who always felt the need to be right. I simply wouldn’t let him have the last word, especially if I was right.

“I don’t know why you keep getting love and loathe confused Dai, they are total opposites.”

He let out a deep chuckle and grabbed my face, “He only acts that way because he’s got a huge crush on you. He’s told me.”

I shrugged my shoulders and pushed my plate towards him, “I’m pretty sure he despises me, because trust me, the feeling is mutual.”

“I hope y’all get married, I will be at your house everyday just for a laugh.” Damien scarffed down the rest of my eggs and plopped the dish in the sink.

I gagged, “Don’t wish something like that on me! You are a horrible person! Take it back right now.”

He frowned at me, “Nate isn’t that bad, give him a chance, be nice to him.”

I rolled my eyes grabbing my purse filled with chips, water and Twix. “I can make no promises. If he starts with me...”

He waved me off and grabbed my hand dragging me to his car.