Ringing fills my ears and a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. "Time to wake up, sunshine." They tell me. A smile spreads across my face and I stretch before opening my eyes. A face smiles back at me with bright brown eyes and freckled cheeks. "Someone's got a big day ahead of them."

I groan, "I just want… like… twenty more minutes." I turn over and cover my head with the blanket. Rayne snatches the covers from the bed, leaving me completely naked. I glare at the body snickering at my feet. "Fuck me." I groan again.

"Didn't last night tire you out? Jesus, you never rest. Anyway, you have to get ready! I'll make some coffee while you take a shower." He walks out of the room but not before flicking on the light. I slap a pillow over my face and pretend to weep.

I hadn't had a job for the past month or so, so I was really used to sleeping in. I drag myself from bed and to the bathroom. I turn the shower on and brush my teeth while I wait for the water to heat. When I'm done with my shower I get dressed and meet Rayne in the kitchen for my morning kiss and bagel.

"What are you doing today?" I ask Rayne since this is his day off. I sit at the dining table and nibble on my bagel, focusing more on my coffee.

"Probably not much. I'm gonna hit the shops, grocery shopping, um get my mom's birthday present." I nod. "And wait for my beautiful boyfriend to get home from his first day of work so we can cuddle and finish The Notebook."

I groan, "Rayne, that movie sucks!"

"Tweek," He mocks me. "No, it doesn't."

I give him a sympathetic look and nod, "Yes, it fucking does and I'm not watching any more of that shit." I finish the last bite of my bagel. "Why do you always wanna watch sappy shit?"

"Why do you always want to watch movies with explosions and shit?" He counters. And this is why I contemplate breaking up with you on the regular, Rayne. I have severe reason to believe you are a faggot. I snort at my thoughts and Rayne raises an eyebrow.

I shake my head, "Forget it. I gotta get going." I grab my briefcase and head to the door.

"Tweek!" Rayne calls, jogging after me. I turn to him and he pecks me on the lips, smiles, and waves. "I hope your first day is awesome."

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, yeah," I head out to the car. It's sprinkling so I hurry, holding my case above my head, so my hair doesn't get wet.

The drive is uneventful and soon I'm pulling into the parking lot of my new work place. Honestly, I'd be lying if I said I weren't a little bit excited. My other job was great… until it wasn't. Now, I'm just looking for something new and fresh. I've been in this hole lately and I'm ready to be out of it. I feel like this job is how I'm gonna do that.

I run inside the building and take the elevator to the very top floor. The blonde and quite pretty receptionist told me where to go once I got there. The doors open and I take in my surroundings. It's just an office. It has desks and people walking around, on the phone, filing papers. I take a right down a hall and stop at the last door. I read the gold plaque next to the big dark wood door. It says, 'MFCEO'. Instantly my brows furrow because what the fuck is a MFCEO? I take a hard swallow, grab the doorknob and push the thing open.

The office is amazing. Glass windows line the whole right wall with nice thick maroon curtains hanging, parted slightly letting just a meager amount of light through. The walls are dark beige and the floor is hard wood unlike the rest of the floor, or maybe the building. There's a nice rug matching the windows. The left wall has a huge bookshelf full of books. It's impossible that whoever is sitting in that chair read all of those. And they're a total faggot for having them.

I sit in one of the two large arm chairs in front of the undoubtedly grand mahogany desk. The man-or woman- behind the desk chair is turned around so I can't see them. So I bite the inside of my cheek awkwardly waiting. Should I say something?

"What are the odds?" A voice comes and my eyes blink. That voice… No… It can't be. That voice. That deep nasally voice. There's no way. The chair whips around and a very grown Craig sits in front of me, smirking. Oh, my god. Oh. My. God! He looks so sexy. His hair is slicked back and his eyebrows are so fierce. I'm hurting. The way his lips are curved in a half smile. Dear, Christ… I'd cross myself if he weren't watching me. "What are the odds that my boyfriend from senior year and well into college would start working at my company?"

I don't speak. I just gap at him like a suffocating fish. Can fish suffocate? Not the point. No, that's not the point. His eyes pierce my soul and my very being. He glances out the ajar window curtains and nods, "Yes, the odds are very slim, yet," his blue orbs under his sharp, compelling brows dart back to my muddy green ones, "here you are." He finishes.

To be honest, I've never been more attracted to Craig in my life. Why did I ever break up with him? Oh, lord, it's getting hot in this office. Once again I don't speak. I can't. I forgot how and if I hadn't what the fuck would I say? "You know, you look great on paper." He tells me shuffling through some files on his desk. "Oh." He pauses. "You look great too." He adds. I move my lips and dust comes out. "It's unfortunate what happened at your last company… but you're welcomed here. And I'm not just taking you because we have history. Trust me." He reads through the papers in his hands. Wait, does that mean he's mad at me or something? He sets them down and raises his beautifully shaped eyebrows at me.

He's waiting for me to say something, I realize. So I lick my dry and suddenly chapped lips. "I missed you." I blurt out. Fuck.

His eyes widen, "Really?" He smirks, suppressing a chuckle. I nod slowly. He lets it out and says, "That's funny."

"It is?" I say.

He shakes his head, leaning back in his chair, "It just seems like if you missed me this wouldn't be our first meet in…" He taps his chin. "How long has it been, Tweek?" This motherfucker knows how long it's been.

"Five years." I say through gritted teeth. Still the same asshole he's always been.

He nods, "Right…" I don't say anything so he sighs, "How have things been?" His tone softens, surprising me slightly.

I sit up, "Um… Things have been good lately." That's almost true. Things were really bad and then they got really really good but now I feel like they're slowly getting bad again but like I said before that's why I'm here. Start fresh. Why would I tell my ex that though?

He smiles, "Great. How's your mother? I missed her."

I tense and my head starts to ache. "Um, my-my mom actually p-passed." I struggle. Fuck. I lick my lips again, "She-She d-died last- um- year from the c-cancer… so…" I don't mean to stutter and get all worked up. I just can't help it. I get like this whenever I have to talk about it. It's probably from suppressing feelings but I don't care. And if that's how I get just talking about her imagine how bad it was when it happened. I don't want to think about it.

Craig stares at the floor. "I'm so sorry." His eyes glisten and his looks at the ceiling. After a few moments of silence. He collects himself and continues. "It is really good seeing you, Tweek. I did miss you too." He admits. My cheeks blush and he smiles. "You look way different."

I scoff, "You're really one to talk, Mr. CEO-" I pause. "Wait, what's the MFCEO on the door?"

He laughs, "Really?" He asks. "C'mon, Tweek! I'm the MOTHERFUCKING chief executive officer in this bitch! I basically do whatever I want." He tells me with a smile that brings me back to college, no, high school… He's still the same kid who took my virginity. The same kid I rode… Oh, my god. I flush. "You took out all your piercings even your tongue!" He says, shaking his head. "No makeup." He points out. "And you cut your hair… Looks nice actually. Even though you look normal-er you still look…" He hesitates. "Beautiful."

I laugh, "Yeah, well, fuck you." I flick him off, referring to his whole, now I look normal thing. "And you… Jesus, been working out?" He grins and laughs, looking down with almost a bashful expression. Oh, how cute! "You're hair makes your chin line stand out way more and Jesus Christ don't get me started on your eyebrows."

He chuckles in a sexy way. I don't mean that he's sexy when he chuckles. He purposely looked sexy with that chuckle. Don't ask. I could just tell. He looks at me again. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were flirting with me." He leans forward, resting his arms on the desk, holding his hands together.

My eyes widen and then go back to normal and I recline my seat. "Clearly you don't know any better because I can't be flirting with you, Craig. I have a boyfriend." I state. Point-blank. This was fun. Now, it's over.

Craig sits back up, his eyes suddenly darkening, yet his smirk remains. It's actually kinda creepy. "Really?" I nod. I don't say anything because I'm slightly scared. "Interesting." He says, contemplating this. "Let me take you out for dinner tonight." He suggests.

I make an apprehensive face at him, "Did you hear a word I just said?"

He rolls his eyes, "I asked to take you to dinner, Tweek not to suck my dick. I just wanna catch up. It's been a while since I saw you and I think we should regain our friendship. But it's all up to you. If you say no then we won't talk and I'll probably not even see you anymore. Unless you get promoted to COO but that might take some time even with your record."

I shake my head at myself and shrug, "Sure, Craig, let's go to dinner."