Vodka Over Love

{01} Days of the Old

Her gaze grew dark, "You haven't been talking to him right?"

I scoffed, waving her off. "Dude, no you'd know first thing."

She nodded her head slowly, "Alright B, well than I suggest keeping it that way if you want to heal at all."

"I plan on it, S" I seethed through clenched teeth.

"B" Mikey whisper-screamed at me. I jumped at his tone and looked into his blue eyes, searching mine as if to ask 'hello there is anyone home?'

'No sorry B is currently out; please leave a message for the head case.'

"Sorry Mikey, what?"

His face scrunched together like I asked a stupid question. "I don't know I've been kissing your neck for about ten minutes now and you've just starred at the ceiling. Like, am I pleasing you? Are you even a little horny? Did you just come over to admire my ceiling fan?"

"You do have nice ceiling fans." I gestured to the glass fixture.

"B"

"I really enjoy how they're all the same throughout the house."

Silence.

"Is that another perk of being filthy rich? Nice Ceiling fans?"

More silence.

"Do you guys shop at a particular store for your light fixtures?"

Mikey ran his fingers through his dark green hair, his patience wavering.

"Like instead of Sam's Club, Bill Gates club?"

His lips pursed together and I attempted my best clueless smile. Not seconds later he was pulling himself off of me, chest not yet littered with scratches he threw a shirt on. "Sit up."

I did as I was told, "So is this when I go home? For one I generally get to stay the night after we bang, and for two I didn't even get laid."

He shook his head furiously and flipped his light on, "No we're going to talk."

I raised my eyebrows, "About politics or?" He didn't respond, "Because to be honest I don't know much about government affairs but I think Trump might be the antichrist if you want to know the truth."

"Shut up."

Again I found myself following orders.

Mikey slid into bed beside me and sat up against his head board, patting the space right next to him. "Come here, we're going to talk about what's been on your mind recently."

I looked at him than the space he kept patting and muttered a few sentences that I'm not sure consisted of actual words, when he didn't pick up on that I tried again, "Just because I'm a space case doesn't mean something is wrong with me."

He snorted, "you used to come over full of life, bursting with energy and would have the craziest sex with me than turn around and force me to take you out for a 2am trip to Steak'N'Shake, and although it wasn't part of our friends with benefits deal I thought you were adorable and amused you. I never minded to be honest, but lately you've come here, quietly, not asking for an occasional date even if it just meant free food or to watch a movie you didn't have to pay for. When you go to sleep you don't rest your head on my chest anymore, you curl up in a ball away from me and just sleep until morning, you leave without a word, without a kiss. That's so out of character for you seeing as how you're literally the most obnoxious, pushy human being I have ever met."