St Jimmy

Chapter 8- Worry Rock

The next morning I felt good. Until I discovered that I was lying in bed alone.

“Bastard,” I cursed under my breath. I quickly grabbed one of Jimmy’s shirts and put it on, along with my underwear. His shirt was grey and it was really long on me as I am reasonably small. My bare feet itched on the rough carpet, which had many fag burns. The place was a fucking mess. I assumed that Jimmy had left me again. I walked out of the room and jumped out of my skin when Jimmy hopped out in front of me and kissed me. I accepted but I was almost shaking. He had scared the living daylights out of me. I pulled away.

“You sneaky bastard,” I punched him playfully on the arm.

“I know,” he grinned. “I’m the opposite of perfect y’know, you dream too much.” He kissed my neck and I wrapped my arms around his.

“I’m hungry,” I whispered.

“Let’s sort that out then,” he scooped me up in his arms and carried me through to the kitchen. He dropped me lightly on my feet and I shivered on the cold floor. “You want toast?” he asked.

“Sure,” I smiled. He took some bread out of the cupboard, shoved it in the toaster, and sat down at the tiny table opposite me. My hair fell in front of my face and he tucked it behind my ear neatly. I smiled gratefully.

“So what do you want to do today?” I asked.

“Well I can’t do much, I’ve got some stuff to sort out,” he looked guilty.

“What sort of stuff?”

“Colt stuff.”

“What?”

“It’s nothing,” he stared me in the eye.

“Jimmy!” I moaned.

He sighed deeply, “Just trust me, I’ll tell you everything as soon as I get home.”

I just shut my eyes, nodded and sighed.  He leant over the table and kissed me softly. We were unfortunately interrupted by the toaster popping. He continued to kiss me, ignoring the toaster. I also carried on, but still with the toaster in mind. I broke off.

“Jimmy.”

“What?”

“The toast,” I laughed.

“Fine, so you prefer food than an awesome moment with your boyfriend then,” he moaned  walking over to the toaster.

“No! It’s just, I’m hungry, I didn’t want the toaster to blow up, and we can continue the awesome moment later.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “What do you like?”

“Nothing.” I sighed. I was slightly upset that he wouldn’t tell me anything about Colt.

“Nothing?” he questioned.

“Yup.”

“That’s odd.”

“It’s me,” I made it clear in the way I spoke. He handed me the toast on a plate, and he spread butter over his.

“What’s up?” he asked. I just grunted, chewing away at my toast.

“You just don’t talk to me,” I sighed.

“Honestly Jett, it’s for your own good, I’m trying to protect you,” I could see that he meant it.

“Please just tell me something!”

He put his elbows on the table and stared at the floor. He raised his head and looked me in the eye.

“You’re beautiful,” he smirked, bursting into a soft laugh. He made me giggle.

“Thanks,” I shrugged. I suppose I needed to trust him with Colt, he knew what he was doing. I also wanted to compliment him. So it was my turn to smirk. “You’re fit.”

He burst into laughter, so did I.

I spent most of the day alone, just to give myself time to think. What was he doing? He left the apartment at 12, in black cargo pants and a blazer. To my delight, nothing was underneath the blazer. I tried to take everything into account, everything that had happened over the last few days. It kind of felt like a lifetime. I had a new life here, you could say. I didn’t really know what to think to be honest. There wasn’t much to think, except about what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I needed a job, a proper job. But I could sort that out later. I sat in silence on Jimmy’s sofa. I noticed his cell phone on the table. I know I shouldn’t have, but I was curious. He had one new message from some guy called Mark. It was very brief:

“Meet 12:15, black alley, be there jackass.”

I felt awful and threw the phone back down on the table. I gripped my head tight in my hands. At least I could find something out. I let out a small groan and soon after, Jimmy came through the front door.

“Sorry, forgot my cell,” he kissed me on the cheek.

“Ok.”

“You gonna be ok, yeah?”

“Sure,” I nodded. I grabbed him by the collar of his blazer, so he faced me. “Wait.”

“What,” he was confused.

“Do you have time to finish the awesome moment from breakfast?”

“No, but I have time for this,” he smirked, leaning forward, kissing me, not as great as the awesome moment that we had to finish, but still good. He pulled away quickly.

“But what about the awesome moment with my boyfriend?” I asked.

“What? That wasn’t awesome? Fine, I’ll finish the awesome moment when I come around, or home, if you like.”

I rolled my eyes “See you later.”

“Bye.”

I was still debating whether I should follow him.