Problems Anonymous(complete)

Chapter 15

"Your turn."

"Why are we doing this?", he sleepily groaned.

"Because I want to stall having to get up to get ready for work for as long as I can."

"I told you just work full time with me.", he didn't even bother opening his eyes. I sighed and looked over at the jar we had labeled 'Paris' and set on his nightstand two weeks earlier. I had started spending more days and nights with him here, and his place gradually became more like ours. But the jar was still sad, the pennies in it barely even covered the bottom. As much as I liked working with Austin, I also enjoyed my part time job we had found at a local bakery, and the pay. I just wasn't a particular fan of being on a schedule and working certain hours.

"C'mon, Austin", I rubbed my finger in circles on his bare chest.

"Fine, I like it when you do that.", he smirked, wrapping his arm around me and stroking my arm.

"Now you."

"When you lean against the wall with one shoulder when you talk."

"Mm, catching you turn away smiling when I make on of my many jokes."

"When you stare at my lips when I talk."

"When you linger a few seconds after I hug you.", he opened his eyes long enough to glance over at the clock.

"Six am?! Maisy, you're crazy. And besides, if we tell each other our turn ons, we'll over do it, and then it won't be a turn on anymore."

"True.", even though I wanted to keep hearing his list.

"Everything you do is a turn on anyway", he landed a sloppy kiss on my forehead, probably to compensate for ending the conversation.

"Wait, I have one more."

"Hmm?", he squirmed under the blankets, snuggling deeper into the pillow.

"That you don't drink as much as you say you used to. I'm really proud of you."

"Thanks baby girl.", I about melted, and wanted to tell him that that was a turn on too, even though I had promised no more.

"I'm proud of you too.", he rubbed his eyes and yawned, "But since I'm awake now, what do you want to do today?"

"Uh, it's Tuesday, right? I promised I'd work extra hours today."

"Oh wow, it's Tuesday already?", he played with his morning bed head, "that means game three is today!"

"Ugh don't remind me. Damn Peggy had to go and jinx it."

He laughed, but I was being serious. I couldn't believe the A's were sweeping my team so far. Two to zero? That was unacceptible. He, on the other hand, was neutral with this World Series; either teams were okay to win to him.

"Everybody will be at Candlestick park today! Of course Pegster will be too, if not at the game, probably sneaking into a bar.", he shook his head, even though any teenager, including him when he was at that age, would have done it too.

"Would it be weird if we went? Because like, Ari will be there..", I fiddled with my fingers.

"I doubt he'd see you.But it's probably sold out anyway."

I stood quiet. I had a gut feeling the Giants weren't going to do too good today anyway, and I didn't want to watch them lose. It was a shame.

"Hey, why don't we go to Oakland, after your shift? Pegasus-", I rolled my eyes at his endless stupid nicknames, "is definitely not bringing my mom to all this commotion, so why don't we spend some time with her? You could finally meet her." He blushed, "I mean, if you want."