Sorry this one is sort of uneventful. I'm already working on 12 which should be rather interesting. :] Thanks to those of you who are keeping up with my story and giving me feed back. I love hearing from you!
"What now?," Rob repeated my question as he lifted himself up a bit, hovering over me again. He glanced down between our bodies then back up at me with a peculiar expression of disgust on his face.
"Now, we shower," he laughed, reaching for my right hand and grabbing it before pulling me up effortlessly.
I stumbled at first when he pulled me to my feet and started pulling me towards the bathroom but thankfully, I didn't fall.
"Okay, this is gonna be tricky," I said with a laugh when we got into the bathroom. I held up my left hand and sighed. "You're gonna have to help me not get this wet."
He raised an eyebrow at me in confusion. "How the hell are we going to do that?," he laughed.
"It's possible," I told him as I began undoing the bandage. "Kristen and I accomplished it yesterday."
He was reaching into the shower stall to turn the water on when I said that and he turned to look at me with a devious smile. "She saw you naked?"
I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Yes and I saw her naked."
"Wait, wait, wait," he laughed, holding his hands up. "You two were naked together?"
I threw the bandage into the trash can and laughed. "Yes. We ended up just showering together because she had to help me."
He just stared at me with that grin of his. I knew that he was playing the scene out in his mind. I was shocked his dick didn't stand to attention right then and there.
"I shouldn't have left yesterday," he said, sighing as he stepped towards me and picked up my left hand. He whistled when he saw it and he had a pained expression on his face.
"That looks rough," he said as he inspected it. It looked gross. "When can you shower without assistance?," he asked as he let go of that hand and grabbed my other one. He began stepping backwards towards the shower, smirking at me as he did.
I laughed and shook my head at him, knowing why he was asking . "In 2 days," I said as he stepped into the stall with me and closed the door behind us.
"I volunteer to be your helper until then," he said before he turned towards me and then slid his hands up my sides and pulled me against his body.
The rest of the shower was fairly eventful but not in the way that would be expected after what had just happened between me and him but eventful in the 'nearly failing miserably at not getting my stitches wet' way.
I'd just stepped out of the shower and Rob was turning the water off when there was a knock on the bathroom door.
We both froze and stared at the door like it was some sort of alien about to eat our faces.
"Are you two in there?," Kristen asked from outside the door. I could hear the amusement in her voice.
I brought my right hand up and smacked my palm against my forehead. When I turned to look at Rob, he was wrapping a towel around his waist while grinning and shaking his head.
I sighed as I reached over to the cabinet behind me and grabbed one as well. I walked towards the door as I wrapped it around myself.
I glanced back to look at Rob when I put my hand on the door knob and he was standing with his back leaning against the sink, his arms crossed, and he was grinning, waiting for the show that was about to take place.
I rolled my eyes as I opened the door, keeping my eyes on him for a few seconds before turning my head to see Kristen standing there, grinning from ear to ear. Her hair was all over the place and she was still in what she'd been wearing when I walked in her room earlier.
"I knew it," she laughed, pointing at both of us. "So, you guys lasted a whole 2 1/2 days without doing this again?," she smirked. "I'm proud."
"I don't like you anymore," I joked as I walked past her and she reached over and playfully grabbed my ass, making me jump. I laughed and stuck my tongue out at her as I walked over to the drawer that my clothes were in to get something to wear for the day.
"Rob, you might want to get dressed," Kristen said as she leaned against the bathroom door. "Mom is on her way over."
"You know your mother wants to see me like this," he said as he walked out of the bathroom and towards my door.
"Oh yeah, definitely," she replied sarcastically as Rob left the room and shut the door behind him.
I raised up from picking up my clothes and looked to see Kristen eyeing me with a mischievous look on her face.
I felt my own face go red and I covered it with my clothes. "So embarassing," I laughed and she did too.
"Dude, don't be embarassed. I knew it was going to happen," she said as she walked over to me and pulled the clothes out of my hands. She sat them on top of the dresser next to us and picked up my panties before throwing them at me.
I grabbed them before they hit my face and started attempting to put them on under the towel. "You knew it was going to happen?," I asked, right before I got frustrated with my attempt to get my underwear on and hold the towel up. She'd seen everything anyway so I dropped the towel and successfully got my panties on.
"Uh, yeah. The sexual tension between you guys is nearly annoying," she laughed. "I was thinking about locking your asses up in a fucking closet somewhere or something."
I laughed and shook my head, wondering how it seemed as though we had sexual tension. I knew I felt it quite often but I didn't think it was obvious.
"That would've been interesting," I said as I finished putting my bra on and reached over to grab my t-shirt. "So, your Mom is coming over?"
"Yep," she answered as she stepped over to me to help me get my jeans on. It wasn't an easy task with one fucked up hand but we managed.
"Does she know about me?," I asked, sounding sort of nervous. I was always weird about meeting people's parents.
She laughed and nodded. "Yeah, she's cool though. She's not a bitch or anything."
I smiled as I straightened my shirt out a bit and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. I decided to just let it dry wavey again that day instead of worrying over it. I also decided it'd be a no make up day. I wasn't about to attempt to put anything on my face with a fucked up hand.
"I didn't think she would be. I just get nervous around parents for some reason," I laughed at myself. It really did sound stupid. "Anyway, I'm really fucking hungry and if I don't take a pain pill, you're going to see me cry like a total pussy because my hand is killing me after..."
"After fucking Rob's brains out?," she asked as she walked past me towards the door, sounding entirely too amused.
I laughed with her as I followed behind her. "Actually, he kinda fucked my brains out," I paused. "If you want to get technical about it."
She laughed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Oh my God," she replied, shaking her head.
We were walking past the other guest bedroom when the door opened and the smell of his cologne hit me before I could even take in his appearance. He always smelled so ridiculously good. It was nearly impossible to keep from pressing my face against his t-shirt and breathing him in a deeply as possible anytime we were near each other.
Nice job being creepy there, Christy.
He grinned as soon as he saw me and I watched his eyes move from my face down the rest of my body. "You look nice," he said as he closed the door behind himself and ran his fingers through his damp hair.
I wanted to tell him he looked fuckable and shove him back into that bedroom but I didn't.
"Thanks," I smiled, looking him up and down as well. He was wearing a dark grey v-neck shirt and a pair of jeans that fit him a little too perfectly.
"I need coffee," Kristen announced as she walked ahead of us towards the stairs.
"Me too," I said as I began to follow her.
"Me three but we need to wrap your hand up," Rob said as he walked beside me down the stairs. I had almost forgotten about doing that.
"Oh yeah," I said, glancing down at my hand and making a grossed out face when I saw it. It was quite swollen and gross looking. There was definitely going to be a scar. If anything did go wrong, i'd be able to remember all of this for the rest of my life for sure.
We all made our way down to the kitchen after that and Kristen ran around cleaning up beer bottles and attempting to freshen up the house after the party last night while Rob played doctor and wrapped my hand up.
Kristen walked back into the kitchen after finishing up cleaning and went straight towards the cabinet where the coffee mugs were.
"Um, Kristen?," I spoke up, watching her. "You might want to put some clothes on before your Mom gets here."
She looked at me like I was crazy and then looked down at her self and rolled her eyes. "I'm too fucking hung over for this," she said, shaking her head as she walked out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.
Rob and I both laughed at her and I was about to get up to get a cup of coffee but he placed his hand on my thigh to stop me from standing.
"I've got it," he said, smiling at me before walking around the counter and towards the cabinets.
I tilted my head as I leaned back in the bar stool I was sitting on and watched him. I found myself attempting to find a flaw in his appearance and I couldn't do it.
"What?," he asked as he walked towards me with both coffee mugs.
I realized he'd caught me staring and I laughed at myself as I ran my fingers through my hair. "Nothing," I said as I took the coffee mug from him.
"Uh huh," he said, smirking as he sat his cup down and walked back over to the other counter to grab the coffee creamer and sugar. Before I could ask him to, he opened the cabinet above the coffee maker and grabbed my bottle of medicine for me.
"You read my mind," I said as he approached me and handed me the bottle. I took it from him, looked at it, and handed it right back.
He laughed. "I don't know how I expected you to open that."
"With my magic powers," I said as he handed me a pill and he laughed before leaning in and kissing my lips softly which I did not expect. He lingered there for a second, his lips pulling into a smile against mine.
"Whoa now," Kristen said as she walked back in, making us pull away from each other quickly and look over at her. "Let's wait until Kristen is asleep before we have kitchen sex," she told us as she walked over to where the coffee mugs were again.
"No kitchen sex," I laughed before putting the pill in my mouth and taking a sip of my coffee, not caring that I hadn't put my sugar and creamer in it yet. It felt like someone was smacking my hand repeatedly with a hammer.
"You alright?," Rob asked, looking at me with a concerned expression. He didn't have to say anything else for me to know that he was wondering if he'd managed to hurt me or make me hurt myself during our bedroom adventure.
"I'm fine," I told him, smiling up at him and hoping to look like I really meant it. I really was fine for the most part. Who wouldn't be after a morning like that one?
"Hello, helloooo?"
I heard a woman's voice coming from the living room and we all turned towards that direction.
"Hey Mom," Kristen called out as she walked over towards me and Rob. "We're in here."
"Hey Jules," Rob said as Kristen's Mom walked in. I instantly figured out where Kristen got her looks from. She looked a lot like her Mom.
"Hey kids," she said, smiling brightly as she walked up and hugged both of them. "You both look like hell," she said, laughing as she stepped back to look at them. "Party last night?," she asked as she turned and looked at me.
Nervousness hit me like a tidal wave. I figured she was wondering who this random little girl was just sitting in her daughter's kitchen.
"And this must be Christy," she said as she stepped away from Kristen and Rob and made her way around the counter to me. Before I could say anything, she leaned in and hugged me and of course I hugged her back. "I'm Jules," she said as she hugged me.
She leaned back and looked at my face and I looked up into her eyes to see eyes almost exactly like Kristen's looking back at me. She smiled at me warmly and stepped back a bit.
I wondered when Kristen had told her about me and what was said. I did feel better now that I knew that she'd known I existed before walking in. I was scared that she'd see me sitting there and wonder if I was just some random hook up of Rob's.
"You are stunning," she told me which shocked me and I felt myself blush seconds after.
"Wow, thank you," I laughed and Kristen and Rob both gave her fake mean looks.
"She's stunning and we look like shit?," Kristen asked, laughing.
"I feel so unloved," Rob said, pretending to cry as he said it and Kristen's Mom just rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Neither of you have the right to say you feel unloved and you both get told you look good repeatedly. I think you'll live."
"Ha. Ha.," Kristen said as she brought her coffee mug up to her lips to take a sip of her coffee.
"Anyway," her mother continued as she sat her purse on the counter. "I brought the frames for you but i'm going to need you to come help me get them out of the car," she said, pointing towards Rob.
He sat his coffee cup down and nodded. "No problem," he said as he started walking off and Kristen's Mom followed.
"See, I told you she's cool," Kristen said as she leaned over the counter. She yawned and shook her head a bit afterwards. "She brought me a shit load of picture frames, by the way."
"Oh really?," I lit up, excited about being able to start the first part of our little house decorating project.
"Yeah," she nodded. "She's really into antique shops, rummage sales, stuff like that. I guess that's where I got it from. Anyway, when I told her about your house and how you wanted to help me do this, she took it upon herself to gather the supplies."
"That is very cool," I said as I got up from the chair and followed Kristen when she began walking towards the living room. "It'll look even better with all kinds of different frames like that."
"I thought it would too," she said as she sat down on the couch and I sat down next to her, sighing as I leaned my head back against the couch.
"I really love it here," I told her as I looked around the room and then over at her. "I'm normally not comfortable staying at someone else's house but here I am."
"Are you high?," Kristen laughed, patting my knee.
I laughed and shook my head. "Not yet. I'm serious though."
"I'm glad. You should feel at home here," she smiled. "It's been nice having you and Rob around. I wasn't too thrilled about the idea of staying here alone during my time off. Michael won't be back until a week before I have to work again." She laughed. "That sounds pretty stupid since I bought this house knowing I'd live alone."
I shook my head and smiled. "No, it doesn't sound stupid to me."
The front door opened and we both leaned over a bit to watch Rob and Jules walking in. Rob had a huge box in his arms and a smaller one stacked on top of it and Jules was holding a large box as well. She shut the door with her foot as Rob made his way into the living room and sat the boxes down on the floor next to the table in front of Kristen and I.
"Jesus, Mom. How many did you get?," Kristen asked as she leaned over and opened the box. "Oh wow," she picked up one of the frames which looked incredibly old. It was beautiful though.
"There's over a hundred," Jules laughed as she sat the box she was holding down next to the one Kristen was looking inside of. "I also got you these," she said as she opened the box she'd just sat down and pulled out a large bag of picture hanging strips. "You won't have to put nails in the walls with these," she told us, holding them in the air to show us.
"Nice. Thanks Mom," Kristen smiled up at her. Rob was about to say something but his phone started ringing in his pocket.
"Hello?," he answered as he walked out of the room.
"I love what your living room looked like," Jules told me as she sat next to me on the couch. I looked at her with a confused expression and then glanced back at Kristen.
"I took a picture with my phone," she laughed.
"Oh," I said, looking back at Jules with a smile on my face. "Thank you," I told her. "I have a thing for photos and photography in general."
"You own a bar, right?," she asked, leaning back against the arm of the couch as she crossed her legs.
I nodded and turned towards her a bit. "Yes ma'am. It's called Mad Hatter's."
She laughed. "That's funny. Did Kristen tell you that's what her car tag says?"
I turned to look at Kristen with a confused expression and she laughed. "Actually, it says one mad hatter."
"Really?," I laughed, totally blown away by that. "That's so cool."
"I found it really bizarre that Kristen took such a liking to you," Jules continued and I looked over at her. "Apart from Nikki and Dakota, she rarely can put up with another girl."
"She's a cool girl. That's why," Kristen said as she put her arm around my shoulder and smiled at her Mom. She moved away then and scooted off of the couch onto the floor to start pulling the frames out of the box.
"I'm the same way," I said to her Mom as I turned to look at her again. "I had one best friend growing up who was a girl. The rest were guys," I laughed. "Well, other than my Mom anyway."
"Well, it's nice to see her able to make new friends who don't seem to be fame hungry bitches."
I laughed and shook my head. "I am definitely not fame hungry. I am a bitch sometimes. Not to Kristen though."
"You might need to be one day," Jules joked, glancing over at Kristen who looked up at her and gave her a fake mean look. "She's got a mouth on her."
I was about to speak again but I heard the faint sound of my ring tone upstairs. I realized when I heard that that I hadn't called to check in on the bar since the first day I got there.
"That's my phone," I said as I stood up. "Excuse me for a second," I told them as I jogged towards the stairs to get to my phone before it stopped ringing.
Of course, the second I picked my phone up it flashed to the missed call screen. I sat down on the bed as I checked to see who it was and I saw that the call had come from the bar. I figured that was who it was. No one else really called me.
Before calling back, I scrolled through my missed calls. There were 5 of them, not counting the one from the bar, and they were all from the same number. I didn't have it saved in my phone and when I saw that someone had answered one of them, I realized that it was Jared.
I groaned and rolled my eyes, feeling slightly sick at the thought of him.
I moved away from that and moved onto my inbox which had 3 texts in it. 2 from Antonio, 1 from Jared.
"Jesus," I said under my breath, agitated that he was so intent on bugging the shit out of me. I opened it and read it aloud under my breath. "It's Jared. I know you could careless about speaking to me but it's important. Call back asap."
"What? Do you want to share with me the joys of being married to my so called best friend?," I said as I deleted the message and moved on to read Antonio's which were short and to the point. Did you break your fingers off? Call me, bitch.
I laughed as I clicked on his number to call him. I laid back on the bed, listening to the ringing for about 10 seconds before he finally answered.
"Thank God, we thought you were dead."
I laughed. "No, I'm alive. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, well. The bar burned down but we're good."
I rolled my eyes, knowing he was joking. "Ha. Ha. Very funny. Have I missed anything interesting?"
"Nah, not really," he sighed. "Well, actually. That asshole you almost married has been here like every fucking day looking for you."
I sat straight up on the bed and I gasped because I had no idea that Rob was standing in the doorway. He chuckled when he saw my reaction and he walked over to sit next to me on the bed.
"What the hell does he want? He's been blowing up my damn phone for 2 days."
"He wouldn't tell me," Antonio replied. "He just said it's urgent. I told him you're in California and of course he tried to find out why and with who."
"You didn't tell him, right?"
"Hell no," he laughed. "But this morning he was trying to figure out who the british dude that answered your phone was. I knew but I didn't say a word."
I laughed, glancing over at Rob who was watching me and smiling. With one look, all of the aggravation I was feeling towards Jared was gone. It was like Rob was some sort of human xanax. Either that or my pain meds had just kicked in.
"Well, tell him to fuck off if he comes back. I doubt that I'll care too much about what he wants."
"I wanna know!," Antonio laughed. "But, I can understand why you don't want to talk to him."
"Well, if you wanna know so bad then make him tell you," I laughed. "So, everything's going alright?"
"Yes. Stop worrying," he laughed. "You go have fun with that sexy british man."
I laughed and rolled my eyes. "I will."
"And I expect stories when you come home."
"Uh huh," I grinned. "Bye Antonio."
I hung up the phone and sighed as I looked over at Rob.
"Everything alright?," he asked, reaching up to push a piece of hair away from my eyes.
I nodded and smiled. "Yeah, Antonio was just making sure I'm still alive."
"Did you tell him about your little accident?," he asked, smirking as he pointed towards my left hand.
I laughed and shook my head. "No. I left that out." I sighed and laid back on the bed with my arms above my head. "He said Jared has been coming by the bar."
Rob laid back with me but on his side and propped himself up with his arm so that he could look down at me. "Oh? Did he say what he wanted?"
I shrugged. "No. He just said it's really important that he speaks with me."
He paused and reached over to pull at a loose thread on the hem of the sleeve of my shirt. "Do you think he wants you back?"
I hadn't thought about that. I didn't want to. Honestly, at that point I was so disgusted by the man, I would've never taken him back.
"I highly doubt it. He's married," I told him, looking down to see the thread he'd pulled off right as he flicked it away.
His eyes drifted back up to mine and he looked confused. "Married? Did you say he was married before?"
I honestly couldn't remember. "I'm not sure," I sighed. "He married my best friend. The one he was cheating on me with." I laughed. "They actually had the balls to send me an invitation."
"What a douche," he said, which made me laugh.
"Insults are so much better with your accent."
"Oh, they are?," he asked, leaning closer to me. "I think the same about your little accent."
I raised up a bit to close the small gap between us and pressed my lips against his. He smiled against my lips and moved his hand to the side of my face as his tongue brushed over my bottom lip, making me sigh and get butterflies like mad.
"Robert Thomas. What are you doing to that girl?"
Rob turned away from me and I raised up a bit to see Jules standing in the doorway. She laughed and raised her hand to wave at us. "Sorry to interrupt but I'm leaving to have lunch with Kristen's Dad and wanted to say goodbye."
"Leaving us so soon?," Rob asked as he sat up and moved off of the bed. He walked over to her and pulled her into a hug.
"Yes, sadly," she told him as I got up from the bed and walked towards her. "It was so nice to meet you, Christy. I look forward to seeing more of you," she told me as she leaned in and hugged me as well. I hugged her back and I couldn't help but notice for the first time that she smelled exactly like my Mom used to. They must've worn the same perfume.
"Keep her out of trouble," she said as she turned to walk down the hallway, referring to Kristen.
"Of course," Rob told her, leaning against the door way and turning towards me once she was gone. "So, what shall we get into today, Ms. Dubois?"
I shrugged as I looked up at him and smiled. He always said my last name with a french accent which was very sexy to me. "I have no idea, Mr Pattinson. Let's go ask, Ms. Stewart."
He offered his arm to me and I chuckled as I took it and we walked down the stairs like a couple entering a formal ball.
"Love you too. Bye." We heard Kristen say as we got to the bottom of the stairs. She closed the front door and turned around to look at us. "So, who's down for breaking in the pool?," she asked, grinning.