Lazy afternoon slowly began to change into the evening, and we did not even move from our place. We lay covered with a blanket, watching Meg Ryan ride away in an old limousine towards the sun.
"I used to dig her," Clinton confessed. "I liked blondes in general," he laughed, taking my dark strands of hair between his fingers.
"I feel bad about it," I confessed, turning to look back at his head propped up on one elbow.
"Why?" He asked.
"I don't know, maybe because at the very beginning I was just a walking doll for you, which you took when you needed a quickie... And I wasn't even yours" my voice was disappearing. I did not know why I felt so sad.
"That's not true" I heard the take over in his voice "From the very beginning, when you entered that room with Freddie, I felt that you must be mine. I have fallen in love with these shapely hips, your cute little breasts, your lips, but it's your eyes that hipnotize me the most...."
I listened to his words, lying naked beside him, and I had a feeling that I did not really deserve him.
"Now, with time, I've learned to love your every imperfection,"
"I wouldn't be able to survive without you."
"You are strong and beautiful. I admire your courage, and how hardworking you are... and at the same time you're a full time mom. This is not possible. I'dlike to help you, I would die to be here all the time, but..." his voice broke down, and I took his face in his hands, stroking my stubble with his fingers.
" Do not feel guilty, because you should not" I kissed him for a long time.
I felt his arms wrapping around me, and he kisses me on the forehead. Silence fell between us, but it was not awkward. We just said everything we need.
I closed my eyes, letting myself float away.
***
I woke up suddenly, feeling Clinton's body break to a sound beside me.
Disoriented, I opened my eyes to hear the cries of a familiar Australian accent.
"We have beer!" Mitchel exclaimed overjoyed.
"We have blunts and acid!" Kras added - We come in peace!
"Clinton, Angie, whoever?!" Jesse shouted.
Clinton looked at me with a clearly annoyed look, covering me with a blanket. So the guys ruined our common movie day... Mitchel probably found out from Biddi that Beau is not at home, so he decided to invite them all without our permission. Typical Mitchel.
Suddenly, the younger Cave came into a room, holding a packet of beer. At the sight of the pissed half-naked Clinton sitting on the couch and me, lying next to him, covered with a blanket, his eyes almost went out of the orbits.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry" he laughed "They were fucking!" he shouted loudly to the others, laughing.
"Mitchel, fuck, neighbors hear you," I said, rising to my seat, holding my blanket to my chest.
"Did you hear her?" Clinton clenched his teeth, clearly upset that we were interrupted.
"Clinton, we're seriously sorry," Christian said, stepping around the corner.
"I told you it was not a good idea and that you probably want to spend this time together" Jesse sighed, not even stepping from the corner of the hall, out of respect for our intimacy.
"Nothing happened, Jesse," I said before Clinton could open his mouth. "We'll get dressed, all right? I'd love to smoke something" I smiled artificially at Clinton, trying to loosen him, squeezing his hand under the blanket.
"And that's what the spirit. Shoulda learn, Clinton, "Mitchel said, leaning against the wall.
I gave Clinton his underwear, and I put on his shirt myself, then stood up, stepping confidently into the bedroom to get dressed.
***
We sat together in the living room, watching the NBA match. Jesse, Clinton and me on the couch, Mitchel in the chair, and Kras on the floor in between his legs.
I wondered where Pat was, but he probably had his duties or something, so he did not come.
I was bored drinking beer with juice, recording a Instagram story with my phone, which shows Mitch and Kras and the TV screen. In the background you could hear Jesse laughing, making fun of something Clinton had told him before. I put it on the story and just a minute later, my notifications exploded. As usual, after I put in something with the guys. Their fans watched me for such things.
"Can you do something with my phone?" my boy asked.
"Okay," I nodded, seeing him give me his phone.
I started to record, poking my finger in the face and beard, clearly annoying him.
"Cheese, smile babe." I chuckled, his eyes rolled back, while he was smiling broadly.
It was such a beautiful recording...
"Don't put it on my story" he ordered and noted to myself that I gotta send it to myself in case he deleted it.
"What if I do it?" I sticked my tongue out.
"You'll get in trouble..." he threatened.
"Quiet here, someone's watching!" Christian shouted, obviously nervous with the game on the screen.
I leaned back on Clinton's arm as before, sending the recording to myself. I gave him the phone, then put the recording on my story, mentioning him. His fans will be happy to see him like this.
At some point, Mitchel also started recording, catching us all with a camera to which Clinton showed the middle finger, and Jesse and I showed him the tongue. Clinton's arm was wrapped around my shoulders, and his gaze was fixed on the screen, dead look for a long time. Sometimes it frightened me how long he could not move.
Suddenly I remembered that tomorrow is Saturday. My nerves reached their zenith.
"Clinton?" I touched his wrist to get his attention.
"Mhmm?" He looked at me, taking a sip of beer.
"Can we talk in private?"
"I'm scared already," he sighed, nodding, rising from the couch.
I stood up just behind him, facing the terrace.
"You know, it's difficult for me and I know it will not be as easy as I would like..." I looked down "I'd rather avoid it..."
"You're pregnant?" he asked in conflict with my words, playing nervously with his hair "If it's this Chicago case, I will not be surprised because then we were not..."
I laughed at his words, then shook my head.
"I'm not pregnant. I wanted to tell you that my aunt would pass by tomorrow and I'm afraid that she is going to jerk me up because he is very traditional and we live together without wedding and..." I've announced.
"And what about this? Of course I'll be with you, I'll make supper, order something non-vegan, if you want. If it's necessary, I'll even put on a white shirt, if you care so much..."
"Nice of you that you support me," I approached him immediately, sinking in his huge arms.
"Always, babygirl. Your family is also my family, and mine is yours, you know that?" he kissed me on the top of my head.
"I know, I know." I nodded, putting my head on his chest.
"Do you have a blunt?" I asked hopefully what he nodded, taking the packet in his pocket.
He put it in his mouth, fired with a lighter, then he inhaled and bent over me, blowing smoke into my mouth. I dragged him on, blowing into the air, and then I kissed him hard.
After a moment, I picked up the joint, burning it halfway, then giving it to him again.
We needed a moment of rest.
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