When I Put My Hands On Your Body

Chapter 3

"C'mon" I order, holding a nearly dead Noelle, trying to get her to go up the steps to my apartment.

"Why do you have so many freaking stairs?" she asks with her eyes clamped shut.

" We're only up two steps!" I exclaim, trying to make her move faster. I finally manage to get her through the door after what seems like hours of struggling. Setting her on the couch, I quickly make her a bed on the floor, that drunk girl always takes up all of the space on my bed, plus she looks like she might throw up. Not taking any chances. "Okay Noelle. C'mere girl, come here!" I say, patting my knees as if I were calling a dog.

" Fuck you" she said rolling from the couch to the layered blankets on the floor. In less than two minutes she's out. I choose a movie to fall asleep to while putting on pajama bottoms. I pop in one of my favorite movies: the golden compass; this will have me asleep in no time. Yawning, I chuckle as I reflect on tonight's events. I wonder what that guy said...

"Simoonnnee!!!" someone yells while obnoxiously pushing my bed up and down.

"Fuck off Noelle..." I groan into the pillow.

"But I'm hungry" she complains rolling back onto the floor.

"Eat my ass," I say lifting my head.

"My pleasure," she retorts, picking up the blankets and tossing them on my bed. "So dude," she starts eyeing me and smiling. "That guy last night,"

"What guy?" I ask even though I know exactly what guy she's talking about.

"Umm the hot british one!" she yells pushing me over and sitting on my bed. I fall back onto my pillow and stare at the ceiling.

"He was nothing," I answer. I mean its true, I'm never going to see the guy again.

"It looked like he liked you..." she trails.

"Well I'm not exactly looking." I brush off her attempt at bringing him to the topic of conversation and grab the remote to turn the T.V. off.

"Simone... " she starts slowly. I know where this was going.

"Please don't even say it, we've talked about this before, and I'll say it again," I remark.

"But you really need to-" before she finishes I cut her off.

"Hey! I have cold pizza!" I say jumping off the bed. Hoping we can avoid that discussion.

"Oh crap, okay." She says sitting on the kitchen counter. That got her attention. I grab the pizza box from my fridge and hand her a slice. She eats quietly waiting for me to say something.

" So um.." I start to say, "About tonight, whats the plan?" I ask nibbling on the cold pizza.

"Well," she looks up, " it starts at 8:30" so how about we meet there around 8? Don't want to get there too early." She always over thinks times and arrivals.

"Yeah sounds good" I smile.

"Are you going to dress nice?" she asks swallowing the last of her pizza and jumping off the chair to look for her shoes.

"Bitch I always dress nice," I jokingly remind her. I'm not going to dress all fancy like she will but ill look nice. Its just going to be a room filled with okay-ish art, and friends waiting for you to praise their pieces anyways.

"Alright, buddy I better head home before my dad reports me missing" she says standing up and throwing her purse over her shoulder.

"I can give you a ride" I offer walking her to the door.

"No, im slightly hung over, and a walk in the fresh air might do me some good." She high fives me before closing my door.

I decide I might as well spend my day the way I intended to spend my night; watching Doctor Who. Closing the blinds, I hop back into bed with the last slice of pizza and set up netflix. Heck yus.