Dark Hair with the Thick Thighs|| Blackbear (M.M.)

Fondue |7

I woke up and looked around the room, glancing over at Bear. He was peacefully sleeping with his arm draped over me. I grabbed my phone off the bedside table and looked at it. I unlocked it, opening Instagram. Bear had posted one of the photos of me last night. My light blue lace thong was on full display. My hands covered my face, leaving everyone in the comments trying to guess who it was. Bears caption was a link to his merch. I liked the photo before closing the app. I had a text from an unknown number.
Not fucking him, huh? I'm sure y'all were just causally hanging out upstairs all night.

I was confused. I replied asking who it was before closing my phone. Last night nothing happened. Bear and I talked a little bit before both of us passed out.

I carefully slipped out of bed, looking down at bear to make sure I didn't wake him. I found my pants and pulled them up my legs and looked around for my shirt. I gave up after a few minutes and grabbed my keys and wallet off his dresser. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and checked one more time before leaving that he was still asleep. I slipped on my vans, gently closing his bedroom door.

I took an uber home and was happy to step into my fully furnished apartment. I took off my shoes and set down my stuff on the counter, walking into my room. I laid down on my bed and plugged in my phone. I opened Instagram again and posted the photo I took in his bathroom last night with no caption. Only seconds after I had posted it, Bear posted a photo with the caption, "dreamt of you and woke up alone" I rolled my eyes to myself but none the less liked the photo. Just as I closed the app my phone vibrated.

You have no idea how frustrating you are, Angel.

I laughed at that, clearly knowing it was Bear.

Oh and by the way I found your shirt this morning.

I saved his number in my phone before replying.

I said I'd stay the night, not stay for breakfast.
And that's lovely, I couldn't find it this morning so I stole yours. 😉

I got off the bed and slipped off my leggings and pulled on a pair of ripped blue jeans. I went into the bathroom and brushed through my hair, brushed my teeth, washed my face and applied a little makeup. I went back into my room and picked up my phone, walking into the kitchen.

Bear 🐻: Your loss, I make a delicious pancake. I'll stop by and bring your shirt.

I rolled my eyes, he clearly didn't need to drive all the way over here just to bring me a shirt when I'm sure I'd see him at some point. Before I could reply there was a knock on my door. I opened the door and laughed. "Can't take a hint?" I joked. He walked inside handing me my shirt. "Not usually. Especially when I see something I want." He joked back, adding a wink. "You literally had to of woken up right after I left and started driving over here." I said with a small laugh. He grinned at me, leaning against the kitchen counter. "It's not very often that I have a girl spend the night and she leaves without even so much as a good bye. In fact, it's never happened." I smiled. "Oh yeah? Are your feelings hurt that I didn't stay for your pancakes?" I teased. "You know what, I'm not even gonna lie, a little bit." I shook my head, sitting down on the couch. "I'm sure you also don't have many girl spend the night without sleeping with them." He put his hand over his heart and mocked hurt. "Technically, angel, we did sleep together. We just didn't fuck." I snorted. "You have such a way with words, Matthew." He chuckled and looked in my refrigerator. "You literally have no food. Like not a single thing in here." I rolled my eyes. "I moved here two days ago." "Fine, I suppose I'll have to order pancakes instead. Such a shame. I'm sure you'll get another chance to taste my pancakes again." He winked, pulling out his phone.

"I've had them for literally years." "I think they're so dope." He commented, examining the doodle covered shoes. "Imma make you a pair." He decided, setting them down. I rolled my eyes. "You really have a complex about spending money." He chucked, laying back on the couch and looking at me. "Shoes are like $40 that's literally nothing." "That's like almost a nice dinner." He scoffed. "A nice dinner is at the very very least $100." I raised my eyebrows shaking my head. "Oh so you'll drop 3k on a bed but not a band on dinner?" I rolled my eyes. "That's an investment. A bed won't be gone tomorrow, your food will." He grinned. "What's the most your boyfriend ever spent on a date?" He asked, amused. I thought for a second, we never really went on dates, only on special occasions. "I think one time we went to a fondue place and spent like $80 and split the bill." He sat up, making a face. "Shit, for real? No offense that's like something I would have done when I was like 17." I rolled my eyes. "We had other shit to pay. He wasn't working and we had bills to pay." He shook his head, laughing. "Wait, so you're telling me that y'all were living together, you were paying all the bills, he wasn't doing shit but living for free and he goes and cheats on you with your best friend?" He asked, completely flabbergasted. I laughed, nodding. "Damn, you really need better taste in guys...then again you did make out with me, so maybe you're learning." I grinned, throwing a pillow at him. "Shut up." He chuckled.

"Has anyone every told you that you're really aggravating?" I groaned. He squeezed my thigh, grinning. "I am not. Stop acting like you don't love it." He teased. "Where are we even going?" I questioned. "I'm taking you somewhere, stop asking so many questions." He whined. I rolled my eyes. "Do you smoke?" He questioned, glancing at me as we stopped at the stop light. "Eh, I'm not a huge fan of it but like I will if it's there." He nodded. "Like I totally understand." He said high pitched, flicking his wrist, mocking me. I glared at him and he laughed.

"I'm definitely mot dressed for this. Also this is stupid." I stood with my arms crossed. He rolled his eyes, grabbing my arm. "Come on. You know you want to. And who gives a shit what you're wearing. I happen to think that's a very appropriate outfit for every occasion." I laughed. "That's because it's your merch, asshole." He grinned as I finally took his hand, letting him lead me into the restaurant. We walked in and up to the podium. "Reservations?" The man asked looking up. "Oh, hello, Mr. Musto, table for two?" I looked at him and shook my head, and a smirk tugged at his lips. "Yes, please. Thank you, Toddy." He grabbed two menus and guided us to a table that was secluded from the rest. "Here you are." He smiled, walking away. "Mhm." I hummed, looking at him. He was grinning. "You definitely need to be treated to s nice dinner, and not some lame ass fondue." I rolled my eyes. "I feel so flattered. Do you take all the girls you kiss out to expensive restaurants?" I asked sarcastically. "Only that ones who give good head." He smirked.  I shook my head, laughing.