Resentment - (18+)

C20

MIA

ERIC: Are you awake?

MIA: Barely...

ERIC: Is this your goddamn vomit on my kitchen floor? Is this from last night?

MIA: What? I don't remember...

ERIC: [eye-roll emoji] I need for you to never drink alcohol again. At least, not while I'm gone to this conference this weekend. Can you promise me that?

MIA: It was just a one-time thing. Once. It won't happen again.

ERIC: It better not. No parties either.

MIA: Really? :-( What about an orgy?

ERIC: Stop fucking with me, Mia. And add "orgy" to the list of words to never say to your brother.

MIA: Done deal. Have a safe trip :-)

At some point last night, I do remember stumbling into the kitchen-maybe vomiting, and then forcing myself to stand in the shower. I'm pretty sure I returned to bed naked, but when I woke up, I was wearing leggings and a cami, so I'm going to pretend like I got up randomly and did that myself. Since I have the apartment to myself this afternoon, I refuse to make any attempts to change into anything else until Monday, though.

I toss my phone onto my bed and grab a bottle of orange juice off my nightstand. I toss back a few aspirin and go into the living room.

I turn on the TV, looking for something good to watch, but I get through over 100 channels and don't find anything.

I can't believe there aren't any mindless chick flicks on. That should be a crime...

Frustrated, I switch to the high definition channels, and before I can give up, I find my favorite movie's opening scene.

I unfold the blanket at the edge of the couch and lay it over me, swooning over the movie, as if it's my first time watching it.

Right at the part when the two leads meet for the first time, I hear someone unlocking the front door.

"Hey," Justin says as he walks inside, but I don't look over.

"Hey..." I turn up the volume, making it clear that we will not be talking today.

He must get the hint, because he laughs softly and I hear him walking into the kitchen. I hear him making all types of noise-getting out pots and pans, starting the blender, and opening and re-opening the fridge.

I consider muting the TV until he's finished, but I'm fifteen minutes away from my favorite part of the movie and regardless of the fact that he helped me last night or not, I'm not going to give him the satisfaction.

The noises in the kitchen come to an end, and I smell the sweet smell of bread and soup. I still don't turn around, though.

The next thing I hear is Justin walking behind me, down the hallway, and shutting his bathroom door. Then I hear the sound of water in the shower.

The aroma of the soup and bread infiltrates my senses with each second that passes, but I keep my attention glued to the TV.

Why is he home so early today?

Halfway through the movie, Justin comes out of the bathroom and returns to the kitchen. He makes a few more noises with pots, and the next thing I know, he's placing two bowls of soup on the coffee table and sitting next to me.

"Temporary truce?" He asks, shirtless and letting water fall from his damp hair onto his chest.

"Temporary?"