My boon companion.

(8) Random

It's been just over a month since my bait out. Max had sent me apologetic texts that must've gone on for days, and I forgave him. In actual fact, I forgave him straight away, but he kept on apologising.

I had made it clear that I didn't want to have sexual intimacy with him anymore, and he was fine with that. Though we still have flirty banta.

We are still talking the same, and thank goodness there's no awkwardness between us. However I did hold a grudge on him for a week or so, but he's 'possessive/dominant' side came out.

I don't know how, or when he started getting that characteristic, but I don't like it. I don't like fearing my best friend sometimes, as if he was my damn husband.
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"Chinese or Indian?" Asked Max as he plopped his heavy ass on my sofa.

"I can't remember when I had a good Indian, but then again we eat Chinese all the time," I groaned.

"Or pizza, or that new West Indian restaurant?" Said Max, who's eyes lit up when he suggested the last food choice.

"New West Indian?" I smiled. "Nah, let's just get fish and chips, or a McDonald's," I chuckled, being sarcastic.

"Shut fuck up, not funny. What do you want?" He frowned at me before he started laughing. He then started making funny faces at me, every time I spoke.

"Stop it bitch! Jerk pork and rice, fried dumplings, and a small mango fruit punch," I slapped him after I stated.
"Stop-" I slapped him again.

The dickhead was still making funny faces.

"Okay Vy dovol'no urodlivyye suka," he said in Russian. Translation- you pretty ugly bitch.

I only understood a little bit of Russian, but whatever he just said was too quick. And I bet you, whatever he said was not needed.

I playfully punched his arm.

"Hello... can I order jerk pork, rice without peas, fried dumplings, and a small bottle of mango fruit punch.... no, can also have akki&salfish, with calaloo and boiled dumplings.. also the original aloe Vera drink with that..... yeah, thanks.... how long?.. same address as you man, but at Green cross square... flat 98, door number 2.09...aight, later," Max said in his old south/east London tone of voice.

He didn't want to use too much slang as he's a grown ass man, but I guess when you speak to someone with broken English you kinda do it too, obliviously.

"How long till the food?" I asked.

"Forty minutes to an hour," he stated before turning on the telly.

I cuddled up to him whilst we watched Hannibal, on my sky box set.

"What if I told you I've ate someone before?" He said nonchalantly.

"I'd say you're bullshitting," I sarcastically laughed.

"Why?" He questioned.

"Because I know you haven't, or else you would've ate me by now," I stated before I shushed him.

"But I have ate you," he tried to do a boyish tone, but his deep husky voice made him sound like an imbecile for trying.

"Yeah yeah," I looked up at him, to see he was already looking at me.

His bright whisky eyes, man they were sexy and extraordinary.