Playing With Power

Talks

I was so warm when I started to wake up in the morning. My blankets were warm, my pillow had the right amount of coolness so I didn't feel like I was suffocating...

And then I sat straight up because how the hell was I in my room? I fell asleep on the sofa. With TJ.

Yet no TJ to be found. I fought every instinct to run out in to the living room and look for him, but I took my time. If he was still around, I didn't want to appear crazy. Well....crazier...

I got dressed in old Ravenclaw sweats and a Pikachu tee and padded barefoot out into the kitchen. And there he was, sitting on a stool, playing with his phone.

I smiled some and took a minute to take him in, appreciating how he looked sitting in my kitchen. I didn't really know how many times I'd get to see this sight and I wanted to etch it permanently into my mind. I liked him so much it honestly terrified me... Yeah, we were now dating-he was my friggin' boyfriend, what the actual hell, right?-but he would be on the road a lot and I just didn't know how long he'd keep dating me. 

I remember reading articles and interviews where he said he just didn't have time for it with work and travel. But here he was, taking  a chance on me, even with Rolland. I was beyond lucky. 

He must have looked up at me as I was lost in my thoughts and taking him in because when my eyes traveled back up his body to his head, he was looking at me with a little smirk. "Morning."

"Morning!" I squeaked and shook my head. "Sleep okay?"

He shrugged. "Better than some of the sofas I've slept on in the past." I turned red, which made him laugh. "Honest, it's fine."

I slowly nodded and came around into the kitchen and started pulling stuff out to make breakfast, looking at the clock. I had about an hour until I had to be at work. I didn't want to go, not today, but I knew I had to if I wanted to keep having a place to live with my half of the rent.  We didn't live in a dump, it was actually a pretty nice townhouse about 15 minutes from the park. We all had our own rooms. Val's was on the first floor, it was an office that we converted. There were two rooms up stairs, one was mine, the other was Rolland's. And we shared a bathroom. Try sharing one with a three year old-it's not fun. 

TJ watched as I cooked. "It smells delicious." 

I smiled. "Thanks. Just pancakes, and not even the scratch kind." I set a plate in front of him with a pile on, and it didn't take long for him to be devouring them. "Good...?" I questioned with a small smirk. 

His mouth was so full he couldn't even talk. He just nodded instead. It made me smile that he enjoyed my cooking. I stood across from him and ate a few myself. 

"I guess I should let you go get your kid," TJ said. I couldn't exactly place the emotion in his voice. 

I shook my head a little. "I'm going to work. I'll get him later tonight."

He put his dishes in the sink and grabbed his hoodie, kissing me on the cheek. "Friday, then?"

I nodded. "Friday," I agreed with a smile. Man he gave me the honeyglows something fierce. 

"I can't wait," he promised. "Hope you have a good day."

"You too....CRAP! Do you need a ride back? Oh god, I kidnapped you, didn't I?" My eyes were huge at the realization that I had previously driven and he had no way back to his hotel or anywhere for that matter. I was the psycho that kidnapped a WWE superstar!

He chuckled a little at my mild panic attack and shook his head. "I'll call a ride. These are the days of uber afterall."

"You sure?" I asked guiltily, looking at the clock again. I was cutting it close as it was.