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Chapter 5: Almost Bed Peace

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Donald

The guitar part in Bed Peace keeps strumming along, but it seems so distant. All I can seem to focus on is how cute she looks as she bobs her head to the beat, a smile playing on her lips.

We’re chillin alone in her studio downtown. I couldn’t help but let a grin slip onto my face as I recalled how she hit me up earlier today.

1:27 p.m. My phone rings and disrupts my still slightly drunken slumber. It took me a few tries of random grabbing to find it amongst my sheets.

“Hello?” again that stupid breathlessness. Seeing her contact icon pop up on my screen never fails to catch me off guard. 

“Afternoon, sleepy head,” she responded teasingly, “I hope you realize you missed the first half of school.”

C’mon, mom, five more minutes?” I pleaded, wistfully thinking the desperate rubbing of my face would make me any more coherent. I could almost hear her roll her eyes and the smile in her voice.

“Well I just wanted to say thank you,” her voice trailed off as though she was waiting on my response, “for this morning, I mean,” she continued.
It took me a second, but suddenly I remembered waking up several hours ago and I wasn’t in my bed, but she was. We all may have gotten a little too turnt after the shoot last night. She had ended up passing out in my bed.

“Did you enjoy the breakfast I made for you?”

“Yeah, were the pancakes and bacon supposed to make a hearty eyes emoji?” She asked, chuckling.

“I’m glad you appreciate my artistic talent.”

“Oh anytime, but my main point in calling was about another talent of yours…”

“Uh, yeah?” I pressed, my eyebrows raising. I mean, come on. Of course my mind went there.

“The song, Donald,” she replied curtly. Ah, my dreams.

Damn was I glad we’re not on facetime. “Duh, that’s what I was talking about. I’ve yet to get the beat and your vocals, Miss.”

“I sent it as soon as I left…your shower jets are really nice by the way,” she must’ve caught on to the fact that I’d started blushing, because she was only making things worse.

“I’m always open to a new roommate to replace one of the coons that camp out in here if you’d like to use my shower and chef skills all the time. Rent’s pretty cheap.”

“Okay, I’ll bite,” she chuckled, finally giving in, “how can I repay you for your excellent hospitality?”

“Well, here at the Glover Estates,” I continued, putting on my best stuffy, old white man voice, “we take many forms of payment. For example, cash, card, check, your body-“

A burst of absolutely child-like laughter interrupted me.

“Just let me know what you think of the song, and I’ll think about your proposal,” she stated gently, but still managing to shut me down again.

“Alright, baby doll, I got you.”

I could hear her smile before the beeping of my iPhone told me she had hung up.