"hey, whatcha up to?" he says as soon as you pick up the phone.
"oh, uh, i'm on my way home from the grocery store. what are YOU up to?" you respond.
"i'm just bored as hell, need help unloading the bags?"
"sure, i guess. i was gonna make dinner if you wanna stick around?"
"cool cool, i'll start heading down."
you always loved when he randomly called you. or showed up at your door. he only lived 2 buildings down, so he quite literally popped by whenever.
when you two met for the first time, it was in the parking lot of your mutual apartment complex. you weren't paying attention and had accidentally walked right into the back of him on the sidewalk. after profusely apologizing, you had gone separate ways. over the course of the past year though, you had seen him around, and eventually you exchanged numbers. he was going to college in the area, and you were new here, so he had offered to show you around the boring town. show you the hidden gems, like the abandoned church or the bowling alley that gives you no kind of indication that it is one from the outside. these adventures brought you closer, and now you consider each other best friends.
as you pulled in, you could see him sitting on the 3rd step of the staircase. you honked the horn, giggling as he fumbled with his phone. he looked up and flipped you off before proceeding behind your car.
together, you grabbed all the bags and made your way up to the 3rd floor.
"thanks for helping me, i would've had to have made at least 2 trips." you say.
"i gotchu baby." your heart flipped. he's always called you that, but the past few weeks it's been... stirring up emotions. as you smiled at him, you fumbled for your keys, cursing under your breath for not keeping them out.
shoving the door open with your shoulder, you walk around the corner to the kitchen and set your bags on the counter. as you guys start to unpack everything, he asks about your day, and you him. it was the the usual "work was shit," "classes sucked" deal.
"what's for dinner, though?" he asked you.
"spaghetti, probably. it's quick and easy." you shrugged.
"fair enough, i'm gonna go pick a movie for after." and he disappears into your bedroom, where the only TV in the place was.
You start prepping your vegetables. Rinsing the peppers and onions, and pulling out the cutting board.
You start slicing, slowly. You've always been nervous to nick your finger with the blade. Just as you were making the last few chops, there was a loud crash from the other room.
"SHIT." you yelp. the crash made you jump mid-slice, and your pointer finger paid the price. "Hey, can you grab me a bandaid? and what the fuck was that?" you tell to him.
You're rinsing your finger off in the sink, squeezing it to apply pressure around the cut. He comes up behind you, apologizing as he turns into the kitchen.
"I'm so sorry, I knocked a picture off the wall walking into your bathroom. I must've bumped against the corner of the frame or something." He looks down at yoir finger, it's still bleeding when you pull it from the running water. Seemingly without thinking, he grabs it. "I'm gonna put it in my mouth, are you ready?"
"No, wait don't do th-" too late. Your eyes grow wide as his lips close around your finger. It was an interesting sensation to say the least. You just kind of stare at him, and he stares right back. You seemed to be there for hours, but it was only a few fleeting moments.
"Can- can I have that back now?" you request. Without a word, he lets go and hands you the bandaid. "thanks?"
"oh yeah for sure. i'm gonna go hang that picture back up now."
"you gonna tell me why you did that?"
"i don't know, looked like fun." he smirked and turned back to your room.
As you wrap the bandaid and continue cooking, you can't help but think about, well, everything that just occurred. the blood, his lips, feeling his tongue gently rest against the bottom of tour finger. in his mouth. in his mouth. in his mouth.
"Dinner's done!" you shout. he was either still looking for a movie (he usually takes awhile) or was just laying in your bed on his phone, because he didn't come back out until you called.
The two of you sat down after making your bowls and delved into the food, barely saying a word. It was a pleasant silence though. It was always pleasant with him.
"Do you want a drink?" you look up and ask him.
"Sure, watchya got?"
"I have milk, wine, gatorade, and whatever's left in my liquor cabinet. oh, and apple juice."
"How about some wine with this fine italian meal?" He stands up "but I'll pour it, you worked hard on dinner. Thank you, by the way."
"Always, always." you smile as you watch him make his way to the cabinet with the glasses, then to the wine on the counter. You giggle as he struggles to pop the cork on the new bottle.
"Don't laugh at me, you'll regret it."
"HA HA" you tease. "Need some help?" but just as you offer, the cork pops out.
"Nope, but I'll remember your mockery." He smirks again. You heart flips again.
After dinner, and 2 glasses of wine later, you're a little buzzed. You grab the bottle and he grabs both glasses and you shuffle off into the bedroom.
"So what did you pick for us on this fine friday evening?"
"I figured we could watch Despicable Me."
"Despicable Me? Really?" you roll your eyes.
"Genuinely I did not know what the fuck else to watch." he laughs a little. "Maybe it'll be funnier because we're drunk."
"I'm not drunk."
"Don't lie to me, that's a sin." he joked.
"Well i'm not lying. i'm not drunk, i'm buzzed. you've seen me drunk, do i look drunk?" He stares at you, and you stare back. You feel your heartbeat pick up a little as you notice his eyes flicker up and down your body.
"Not drunk enough." he states simply. He reaches across your body and grabs the wine from your nightstand. You grab the glasses and hold them steady as he pours.
"Cheers to the minions." you giggle .
"To the minions, those yellow fucks." He clinks his glass to yours and takes a sip. A little bit of wine dribbles down his chin, and without thinking, you reach out and slowly wipe the dark red liquid with the pad of your thumb. There's a pause as you make eye contact again. Without a word, you turn back towards the TV, sip your drink, and hit play on the remote.
The movie plays on and you pour another glass for each of you. But as you're taking the third sip, you manage to miss your own lips and dump the wine all over yourself.
You spring up out of bed, setting the glass back on the table. "fuck me, man." you pull your shirt away from your chest, so it's not sticking to you. "up, up, i gotta change the sheets now." you let out a deep sigh.
As he stands, he shakes his head. "no no, i'll do it, you change." He starts stripping the bed and you quickly head to yoir dresser for pajamas. You wait for him to walk out for clean sheets before taking your wine-soaked clothes off. You toss them into your hamper, and realize you should probably take your bra off too. After you fling it on top of the dirty clothes, you slip your bottoms on. But just before you're able to pull your top up over your head, he walks back into the room. "Fuck, shit, sorry." You quickly turn as you apologize, turning beet red.
"Oh my, no i'm sorry, i should've knocked." He also turns around, facing the hallway now.
"Okay, you're good." you sigh. You walk over and grab the sheets he brought and start making up the bed again. "Well, now you've seen them for the first time."
"That suggests there's going to be other times." You weren't looking at him, but you knew he was smirking again.
"In your dreams, kid."
"Oh absolutely." He lays down on the new sheets and pauses the movie. "It's pretty funny when you're drunk."
"Joke's on you, I think it's funny sober too." You plop down next to him, laying on your side to face him.
"Do you want to finish it?" he asked.
"Not really. I've seen it before, and I'd rather look at you." the words slipped from your mouth before you had time to stop them.
"Yeah, I get that a lot." he chuckled.
you playfully pushed him. "oh you do huh?"
"oh yeah, the ladies and men love me." you roll your eyes at him. "don't believe me?"
"oh i do. i don't blame them." you were growing bold. His eyes widened briefly, he was clearly surprised by your response.
"Me neither." his playful smirk made another appearance. "Want to find out why?"
