The Beautiful & Damned

13 - Fight

fight - /fʌɪt/
a violent confrontation or struggle

Gerald's Point Of View
I woke up at 8am; rolling to the side I noticed cutie wasn't next to me anymore. Slowly I got up and jumped into my black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. I ran my fingers through my messy hair and went downstairs.
Cutie was sitting on the couch next to my mom, browsing through the family album, looking at my baby pictures and drinking coffee.

"Isn't it a little early for that?" I asked and chuckled.

"Oh, good morning sweetie!" Mom said and smiled. She closed the album and put it on the table.

"Morning." I said, taking a seat next to Ashley.

"Would you like some coffee?" Mom asked me, already on her way to the kitchen.

"Sure, thanks mom." I replied and leaned on my girlfriend.
"Mmm, I missed you in bed."

"Sorry baby, I'll make it up to you later." She kissed the tip of my nose.

"Promise?" I pressed a kiss on her lips.

"Cross my heart..." She playfully rolled her eyes and smiled.

"There you go sweetie." Mom handed me a cup of coffee. I thanked her and took a sip. "So, what do you two have planned for today?"

"I don't know, what do you wanna do?" I looked at cutie and asked.

"I'm not sure I'm the one that should be doing the planning. What about you?" She said and looked at mom. "Is there anything you'd like to do?"

"Me? Well, I don't want to impose, by all means... you can take her to the city and show her around." Mom answered.

"You're not imposing, please. I'd love it if you could come with us." Cutie said, glancing at me.

"Yeah, of course. We can show her around together, get some lunch at Papa Gio's, some ice cream, what do you say?" I said to mom.

"Alright!" She smiled.

After a few minutes we were having breakfast. I made waffles; my dad used to make them for us all the time when I was in middle school. I still use his recipe.
Then James walked in, in his underwear and just that; even when he noticed that it wasn't just me and mom, he kept on walking to the fridge. He grabbed a carton of orange juice and took a sip from it.

"Sweetie, use a glass and go put some clothes on, we have a guest... are you blind?" She whispered the last part of the sentence but we still heard it.

"Nope, still a little drunk though." He chuckled and walked up to us, sticking out his hand for Ashley to shake.
"I'm James, the cool one." He introduced himself and glanced at me.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Ashley Diana." Cutie replied, shaking James's hand.

"My girlfriend." I pointed out and faked a smile.

"Oh, yeah. I thought you were. I'm sorry." He said to her and winked.

"Do you want some breakfast?" Mom asked him but he shook his head and pointed at the orange juice in his hand.