Setting up a place for Snake to sleep in my room is as pointless as telling a cat to sleep far away from you, not right on top of you. They're the same thing because neither one fucking works out. It's truly awful. After he and I slaved and worked so hard to clean my room, find the cot in the shed, and make a decent place for him to stay, he always ends up in my bed. However, I can't say I blame him. There are several reasons for this: one, with that cot, he would be better off sleeping on a bed of rocks and nails, which I'm sure he could do- he's pretty damn tough; two, before bed, which Nana set to be eleven o' clock for those of us who recently attempted suicide (it was originally ten, but I'm very persuasive), Jess and I always end up making out before passing out in my bed, and three, it gets really damn cold in my room, so I usually make him sleep with me for warmth. Of course, why the hell would he say no? At least, I like to think he loves me.
One particular morning, Grandpa still nowhere to be seen, Nana calls us down for breakfast, from the bottom of the stairs, an agreement she and I made, just in case either Jesse or myself or both of us weren't decent. Though, I don't see why she'd complain about seeing him bare ass. I surely don't have anything bad to say. I'm the first to untangle myself from the sheets and the limbs, and roll out of bed to get dressed. It's the third morning that I've woken up with Jesse here, since I left the hospital. He hasn't seen me completely naked since the campout, which Nana still has no idea about, might I mention. After making sure he's still out, I quickly undress from yesterday's clothes, which I slept in, and change into a different set of a t-shirt and jeans. I quickly check my face in the mirror, classic insecurities. Nose too big, monkey ears, are those supposed to be lips? I thought someone glued apple skins to your face! My bad, I'm hating on myself again. Someone's got to do it, since everyone else is a fucking liar and won't just be straight with me. I've never really talked to Jesse about how insecure I am, for that very reason. I wouldn't want him thinking his perfect prince was self-conscious. When I've finished degrading myself in the mirror, I go to the bed and straddle Jess's waist. I look at him for a moment- have I mentioned how pretty he is? I think there's a whole shitload of babbling in the end of the last chapter somewhere, in case you've forgotten. Waking him up is hard, because when he's awake, he starts talking, and...kidding! I love when he talks! Well, let's see. Yesterday, I kissed his forehead first, so let's just...
"Matthew!" Nana screams up the stairs, "Why does this pair of boxers say, 'Spank Me' on it!?" I look down at Jesse who's now smirking, his eyes still closed. I slap his shoulder, "You ass." I groan and climb off of him. "No, I believe the words would be on your ass." Jesse replies. I hate that I don't know what I'd do without his smartass. To think just over a month ago, I punched him in the face and ran away in terror. Now, he's writing dumb shit on my underwear.
"Don't worry," he assures me as he gets himself dressed, "I wrote 'I love you' on another pair."
"I hate you," I mumble, waiting impatiently, "so, so much."
"Baby, don't be like that." He pulls his shoes on and wraps his arms around me. "I love you, all right?"
"I know, and every time I look at my ass in those boxers I'll think my ass loves me too." I smirk, but can't help it. "I love you too. Just please, please, do not do anything stupid at breakfast today. We don't want to relive yesterday." Yesterday, at breakfast, Jesse decided to lean over and whisper in my ear that he'd love to pour maple syrup on my chest and slowly lick it off, which had caused me to bang my knee on the table hard enough to cause it to collapse, sending Nana's delicious homemade pancakes askew, and when some of them landed in my lap, someone, not going to name names or anything, but someone, out loud, decided to ask me if he could eat the pancake off my lap, right in front of my poor grandmother, whom once again, had to clutch her golden gross pendant. Soon, I believe she'll need a bigger cross. Jesse and I stroll down the stairs, and awaiting our arrival on the kitchen counter are several boxes of cereal. Jess whispers something about eating like kings and I shoot him a few bullets with my eyes. I wonder where Nana's gone off to. Jesse helps himself to a bowl of cereal, and I eat a piece of crust, the remaining piece of the loaf on the counter, and I throw away the now empty bag.
