What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Forty Five || He's Staring

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It didn't surprise me when Grant offered to take James to get his cast off. Since James and I have started dating, I've got a pretty good feeling that Grant feels like I've stolen his best friend right from him. While they were having their bonding time going to get James's cast cut off, I went and picked up a few things up for classes. It's funny, in high school, I never thought I would ever run out of pens or pencils, but now? I always seem to have a low stash.

I shove my phone into my pocket as I unlock the front door. I have a bit of trouble with my bags on my arms, but I manage well enough. To my surprise, sounds of video games immerse into my ears as I soon as I push open the door. I sure as hell didn't think James and Grant would be home before me. As walk into the apartment, I notice James and Grant sitting on the couch playing some game. Of course it's not out of the ordinary for boys to ignore me when they're playing those games. Believe me, growing up, the only person that I could really talk to whenever I wanted to was my mother.

As I walk into the kitchen, I hear James say, "Pause." I begin to put away the few boxes of crackers that I bought today. As I close the cupboard, I feel arms slowly wrap around me from behind and it brings a smile to my face. They move over my stomach until they slide onto my hips. I move my hands over his and look at them. Well, that's weird. Now, let me just say this is most non-strangest way possible: I've memorized the way James's hands feel and look, okay? It's just something I know and these hands are in fact, not my boyfriend's. I turn around and I am face to face with Grant. Too close for my liking. "Grant!" I shout at him and push at his chest. He laughs so loudly, but not only was it his laugh I am hearing, but also the other idiot living here. My eyes shift over to the doorway of the kitchen where James is giving no effort to stop his laughing.

"Was this your idea?!" I ask him, taking a few steps towards him.

He stands up slightly straighter, "Of course it was and a good one too!"

I stare at him for a moment, sure that there is a glare tied in my expression somewhere. I cross my arms over my chest, feeling the embassesment redden my cheeks.

"Oh, Babe, come here," he tells me, slowing his loud laughing into a slow chuckle.

Normally, after being embarrassed over something, I'd go somewhere else and wait for my cheeks to go back to normal and my anger to fade. As I look at James, I don't feel angry at what him and Grant plotted against me. Instead I feel happiness at the sight of him standing on his own. I don't waste another second before rushing off to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. James grabs ahold of my thighs and I wrap my legs around his waist. I'm not being dramatic or anything. For months, I've had to do absolutely everything for him and James hasn't held me like this in forever, I have every reason to act like this. I missed him.

I feel as James kisses the side of my head. I lift my head slightly and turn my mouth by his ear. "I'm pretty certain that Grant was feeling me up," I tell him, feeling myself laugh a little at the statement.
He turns us slightly so he can look at Grant, who probably is just standing in the middle of our kitchen very awkwardly. "You feel up my girlfriend?" he questions him, not angrily. That's clear with the smile on his face.

"Well, it was sort of hard not to," Grant tries to reason with him, but I know what I felt and the way his hands moved. He certainly could of avoided that, but he sure as fuck didn't.

James moves his hands over my ass and as I look at his eyes, I know that he's going to kiss me. Of course, I know that look. It's one of my favorites of his. "You should probably leave, we're going to make out," James says without moving his gaze from mine.