I Love You, Best Friend.

Chapter Nine

When I woke up, I was alone in his bed. I patted myself down to be certain I hadn't slept with him in anymore than the physical sense of the word. My heart was racing and when I realized I hadn't, it calmed. I sat up, and the throbbing in my head was intense. I groaned and pushed the covers aside. When my feet hit the floor I realized it was cold. I pulled his closet door open and found a sweater of his, and threw it on. I walked down the stairs slowly, and then the aroma possessed me. 

"What is that?" I called from the living room- rounding the corner to the kitchen. 

"Breakfast, and coffee." He was grinning. "Eat something, have something to drink, and clean yourself up. We have to get this place party ready." I sat down at the table and looked at what he had made. It was extravagant, and I remembered eating last night as well. 

"Are you sure you didn't make the Italian?" I asked, "It seems to me that you're an amazing cook." 

"I'm the ideal boyfriend," he said, "if anybody can get over my piercings and tattoos." I laughed and he slipped a cup in front of me with coffee. Followed by the sugar, and milk. I fixed it the way that I liked, and then two white capsules were on the table too. 

"What are those?" I asked. 

"Acetaminophen." He said and I gave him a look. "Head ache pills." He said instead and I downed them with hot coffee. It burned my throat and I grimaced. The pain instantly subsided in my head and my appetite grew. I took a forkful of the food he made into my mouth and was impressed further. 

"You're making it hard to be gay again," I joked, "you are the ideal boyfriend." He laughed and sat down across from me. He ate in mostly silence and I finished. 

"How was it?" He asked.

"Perfect," I laughed, "I'm going to run how and get showered. Then we'll get this place party ready." 

"Deal," he said, "I have to get clean too." 

"Just in the shower, not of drugs?" I teased and he pushed me towards the door. 

"Get out." He laughed and I grinned. 

"I'll be back in a bit, okay?" 

"Sure," he said, "take your time." I smiled and walked across the lawn to my apartment. The lock unhatched and I smiled. My cat rubbed against my feet and I pet her gently. She was starving and I filled her feeder again. She was a strange cat, living content with a life of no love. I walked upstairs and showered. My hair was to be curly for the night, and I just brushed through it, letting it dry. When I was finished, I did my makeup for the first time in a few days and made it extravagant. My outfit of the night was a slim and tight black dress with a torn sleeve. I laid it out, but settled for sweatpants until later. I dressed and walked back over to Archer's in an hour and a half flat. He didn't answer the door, and I walked into his house anyway. 

"Archer?" I called. I heard something muffled from upstairs and was slightly alarmed. I wondered towards the sound and when I reached the top of the stairs- I nearly screamed. Archer was standing there in nothing but a towel around his waste. He grinned and pressed his hair from his eyes. I looked into them and he lowered his face to mine. 

"Go downstairs, I'll be there in just a minute." He whispered. I nodded and ran down the stairs. I leaned against the wall and bit my lip. He was incredibly attractive, and he was built to match. I shook the thoughts off and went into the kitchen. He had done a lot of cleaning since I'd left and the apartment was practically ready. He had heavy speakers set up in the living room, and the booze in the kitchen. "Alright, nosy." He said and I turned sharply. 

"Sorry," I said instinctively, "I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine," he raised a hand to silence me and pulled a giant clear tote from the kitchen closet, "help me?"