A Perfect Mess

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"I need to go," he said and I dropped the cup of coffee on the floor. The liquid spilled and I nearly slipped on it. Ha, what a way to make a fool of myself.

He was really leaving? But it's too early. I already made a breakfast incase he woke up. The truth was, I can't sleep. I tossed and turned between sheets, thinking of him and how uncomfortable it could be to sleep on the couch. I even checked on him at three a.m. and put him a spare blanket that was Philip's favorite, and he was just going to leave me.

"Woah." He immediately held me up and sat me down on a chair. Picking up the scattered pieces of broken glasses, I stared at his profile crouching down infront of me.

He looked so serious. The first time I saw him smile was at the bar. And boy, he was handsome. His hair in messy tangles and I'm  a complete creep, at how I was imagining running my fingers through it.

Seriously in need to get laid.

"I can do that," I told him, whuch he ignored m. He stood and put it in the bin.

"Be careful next time," he spoke and I looked down the floor, too shy. Why the fuck am I feeling this?

This was embarrassing.

"I'll go. Thanks for--" he said bit I cut him off quickly. He frowned and I told him that we could have breakfast first.

His eyes lit up a little and I smiled at him as I pull out a chair and placed the plate on the table. He sat and dug in on what's available.

It was nice to see someone happily eating what you cooked for them. I mean, I missed someone's company so much. And this was new. Like, I haven't been through this.

When breakfast was over, I cleaned the table and he offered to wash the dishes - and I didn't argue with that.

He was done with the dishes, and it was time to go. "Thanks for letting me sleep here, and the breakfast too," he thanked me and I hated that it meant goodbye.

"You're welcome. Oh, and thank you again for helping me last night." He nodded and left. Climbing inside a sportscar, I never saw. Did I ride in that last night? I can't remember.

Tonight wasn't fun. Serving jolly-old-Edgar was, but his companions were such dicks. They hit on Tori twice, and hey, I'm not jealous if that's what you think. I'm furious, that's all. Jackson had doubled the security and I told them that they were harassing Tori but they just shook their head. What airheads did Jackson hired as guards.

It pissed me even more when they started to whistle on me too. Did they think this place was a stripclub or what? Tori just gave me a shrug, then continued her mission to the bar.

I caught up with her and she sighed. "What the fuck did this kids think?" she growled and I rubbed her back.

"I'll make sure Pete poison's their drinks," I told her and we giggled like schoolgirls.

We watched the busy bar around us as we talked. "What's up? You alright with what happened last night?" she asked. I actually didn't bother to care about it anymore but I just want to make my bestfriend jealous so...

"Oliver slept with me," I whispered and her mouth formed an 'O' with the state of being shocked.

Then, she elbowed me. "What the?" She looked seriously pissed at me. "No, that came out wrong. I mean, he slept on my house last night, but we didn't do anything okay?" I reassured her.