MacFarlane X Glory (2): Our Love Keeps Us Together

Chapter 7

We made it the lobby and went outside where our Uber driver was. She looked at me as if I had about 10 bottles of beer. Glory gave her our address and directions, while I was on Twitter, retweeting a few things.

"You got to be fucking kidding me. Really?!" I yelled, still drunk.

"What is it?" Glory whispered, who's sitting next to me.

"I got a text message saying, 'If you see this, that means you'll end up looking like that.'" I showed her my phone.

"The screen is black." She said, turning it on.

"Ohh. I see. Thank you, I'm delighted that you did this for me." I smiled, hugging her. She sighed.

"That'll be $80." The driver said, as she handed her the money. She opened the door and grabbed my hand tightly so I won't run away from her.

"What the hell is this place?" I said, trying not to fall. She got the hose, turned the faucet and sprayed it on me.

"Now, if you drink again, I'll tell myself that you're the nicest person ever." She smiled.

"I'm cold as fuck!" I screamed.

"Are you mad at me. Because if you are, that's okay. I'm totally fine with that." She began to laugh.

"I need a shower." I said, opening the door, not knowing it's locked.

"Here's the key." She said, handing it out.

"Thanks." I answered, kissing her upper lip.

"Welcome. Take that!" She sprayed me again.

"I'm done." I laughed.

Later that day, I changed into a fresh pair of clothes. Glory saw me and did a sexy whistle.

"Has anyone thought you look sexy, while naked?" She giggled.

"Not until today." I grabbed her shoulders for a kiss.

"Does your breath smell like booze?" She stopped me.

"Not at all, sweet ass." I put her arm on my shoulder.

"Don't call me that again." She laughed, pulling me for a kiss.

"I found this picture of me from Kindergarten." She said, showing me from her phone.

"You look like a boy. What the hell happened?" I asked, glancing at the photo.

"I'm not sure. I was 5 at that time." She said, not knowing.

"At least you knew you would end up as a tomboy. Right?" I said, comparing her from 2005 and now.

"I guess. I mean, I always knew I was different than most girls. Maybe my toddler self said that I'll end up acting tomboyish at some point. Which is 90% true. Plus, my favorite color was green." She explained.

"I kinda agree with that statement." I told her.

"That's good. I'm thinking about ordering pizza since I didn't make anything." She said, going to the safari app.