Not One Of The Guys Anymore

2-Good Morning

Brian's pov-

I woke up with a pounding fucking headache and tried to open my sensitive eyes but quickly gave up on that. I turned my face into the couch I was laying on and soon recognized it as Jazz's couch. I now remember calling her and having her pick me up lastnight. That's probably why she has the curtains open letting in all that damn sunlight.

"Morning sunshine."her voice boomed through my ears.

"Please, not so loud."I whinned.

"Aww does the poor wittle baby have a wittle hangover today?"she asked in one of those tones you would talk to a baby in.

"Yes now will you knock it off and close those damn curtains."

"Karma's a bitch aint she?"she asked walking over to close the curtains.

"More like Jazmins a bitch."I grumbled as I heard her leaving the room. Seconds later I heard her walking back in.

"If I were such a bitch would I have brought your drunk ass home lastnight and let you sleep on my couch?"she asked pulling on my arms to make me sit up but I resisted.

"And if I were a bitch would I be giving you medicine to help with that awfull headache of yours?" This time she caught my attention and I opened my eyes to see her holding out some pills and a glass of water for me. I quickly swallowed them down and before I could thank her she started up again.

"And if I were such a bitch would I be making you a delicious breakfast?"

"Ok ok. Thank you. I get it you're not a bitch." I said and she gave me a satisfied smile before turning around and heading for the kitchen.

"So what am I if I'm not a bitch?"she asked as I followed her into the kitchen. My face lit up at the sight of chocolate chip pancakes, and she must've noticed it when she turned around to face me cause there was a smirk planted on her lips.

"Far from a bitch. You're the most amazing bestest friend a guy could ever ask for." The words flew out of my mouth as I went to grab a pancake."And an amazing cook." I groaned with my mouth full of pancake.

"I know. I'm awsome."she said smiling and turning back to the stove. I finished that pancake and reached for another one but pulled my hand away when she slapped it.

"Have some patience ya pig."she told me while I pouted and she put the last two pancakes on the plate that already had plenty of them. She turned the burner off and placed the pan in the sink before running out to the ringing phone. As she left the room I took the oppertunity to take another pancake and quickly took a big bite out of it.

"Hot! Hot! Hot!"I hissed to myself spitting the chewed up pancake into my hand just before Jazz came back in the room with the phone still ringing in her hand.

"It's your wife."she told me before eyeing me suspiciously and then at the plate of pancakes, to my hand, and back to my face that held an innocent smile. She rolled her eyes and breathed out a laugh while walking over to hand me the phone.

"Hey baby."I answered emptying my hand out in the trash.

"Hey how's that hangover?"she shouted in the phone making me wince in pain.

"Well it was getting better until you did that." I grumbled, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder so I could wash my hands.

"Well I'm sure you would be a hell of a lot better this morning if you hadn't gone and got drunk lastnight."

"I'm actually feeling fine this morning, wanna know why?"I asked.

"Oh do tell me why Brian."she said in a fake amused voice.