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I woke the next morning, with Michael curled around me, breathing softly. I glanced at the clock, surprised that it was already 8 o'clock. We had been up late last night. I slipped out of bed, barely making a sound, and pulled on underwear and a t-shirt, and just for kicks, Michael's boxers. I had always put Danny's on after we did it.
Once I was in the kitchen, I put on a pot of coffee and grabbed the paper off the font walk. I laid the paper on the table and looked through the cabinets for a mug. I looked for a few minutes and got frustrated, and just used a paper cup. The cup felt hot under my hands so I quickly set it down, only spilling a few drops. I wiped up the coffee from the counter with a washcloth and tossed it over the side of the sink. I carefully carried the cup over to the table and I sat down. I flipped through the paper, taking a sip now and then.
"Morning..." I looked up. There was Michael, standing in the doorway, in plaid pajama pants. I wondered what he had under them.
"Morning, sleepyhead." He walked up to the opposite side of the table and sat down, leaning over the table to get a look at what I was reading.
"Anything interesting??" He asked. I closed the paper, and said,
"Nope, same stuff as in LA." I closed the paper, and looked up. "How was your night?"
"Fine." He said slyly. All of a sudden he became alert. "Have you seen the boxers I was wearing yesterday, you know, the hockey ones?" I snickered and quickly stood to get more coffee. "Geeze." He said, once he saw that I was wearing them. "You know you're gonna have to give those back eventually."
"You can't make me."
"I bet I can get them off of you." He said, edging closer.
"I bet you can, sexy." He leaned in and kissed me, holding me in place. He pulled his arms around me and slid them in between his boxers and my underwear. As he started to slide them down, I pushed him away and pulled them up, in a nerd like fashion, making him laugh.
"What were you thinking?" I turned to see Weiss, his hair all bed- headed, standing in the doorway that Michael had just stood in. I didn't make eye contact, for obvious reasons. "Were you actually going to have sex in the kitchen? On the kitchen table?" We stared at him, because we couldn't believe what he had just said. "If you were, don't let me stop you."
"Eric, man...no....what were YOU thinking." Michael said loudly. "You would NOT watch us...never....even if we had...aww...but we haven't...so no...."
"Mike...you said too much. Its just because I haven't had any action in months..."
"Whoa! I have no intentions to hear about YOUR sex life." I said quickly. "I'm gonna take a shower." I began to walk out of the kitchen, my lips "accidentally" touching Michael's. I walked up the stairs, into our room.
Our room. Michael and me. Two days ago, our would have referred to Francie and me. Our house, our kitchen, our fridge. I wonder what Francie was doing right now. Obviously sleeping, since it was 5am in LA, but if it was noon. Probably at the resturant, or with Will. Will. I wonder if the CIA told him the truth, not the same old "car accident" story. If he was told the truth, would he go looking for me? Too much to think about. I stripped down and wrapped a towel around me, tossing Mike's boxers on his dresser. I got into the shower and took a short one, using the Suave hair stuff that was stocked in the bathroom.
Once I was out, I put on a robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Flipping through my dresser, I found khaki pants and a sleeveless red shirt that reminded me of home. I slipped my feet into a pair of slides and grabbed the purse off the chair and headed downstairs.
"Alright boys....I am going out...." I told Weiss and Michael who were both hunched over bowls of cereal.
"Shopping?" Michael asked, his mouth half full.
"Maybe...but I need to go to the DMV's....and maybe to the grocery store....are we low on anything? I mean....do you two pigs need anything?"
"No....maybe some peanut butter.....I don't think we have any." Weiss said. Peanut butter? I thought to myself.
"Sure, If I end up going to the store, but don't count on it." I plucked the keys off the counter and walked out the door, giving a slight wave goodbye.
Outside, it was fairly cool out for Virginia, around 75 degrees. I sat on the cool, vinyl seat and put the keys in the ignition and drove off, heading for the main street. I drove slowly, following a line of cars. When I stopped at a red light, I would look around. There were ordinary people sitting on benches, reading the paper, or talking or just sitting, people wathcing. I took a turn on Huntington Street, and turned into a nearly empty parking lot in front of the DMV's. I got out, and walked into the building.
"Hi, Umm....I just moved here and need to change my license." I said to the lady at the front desk.
"Oh, sure. Can I see your old license?" She asked. I took it out of my purse and handed it to her. "Jessica Barnes?"
"I was recently married, so it's Jessica Karvey."
"Do you have yoru marrige license with you?"
"Yes." I took it out and showed it to her and waited until she nodded before putting it away.
"Date of Birth" I thought for a few seconds before responding.
"September, 18. 1978."
"Thank you." She filled in the rest of the information off the card and I sat down in one of the comfy lounge chairs until she called me up to get my picture taken. I partially smiled and waited until I heard a 'click' before I put a straight face on. I took my brand-new card and hoped back in the car, just as my cell rang.
"Hey." I said, knowing it could only be Vaughn, or Weiss.
"Are you done yet? You've had the car ALL morning."
"No."
"Come on, Jess"
"Pat...."
"That's Patrick to you."
"I'll be home soon" I smiled and began the short drive home.
I know....extremely short chapter, but I kinda have writers block, so please....reviews as a source of inspriation!!!!
I woke the next morning, with Michael curled around me, breathing softly. I glanced at the clock, surprised that it was already 8 o'clock. We had been up late last night. I slipped out of bed, barely making a sound, and pulled on underwear and a t-shirt, and just for kicks, Michael's boxers. I had always put Danny's on after we did it.
Once I was in the kitchen, I put on a pot of coffee and grabbed the paper off the font walk. I laid the paper on the table and looked through the cabinets for a mug. I looked for a few minutes and got frustrated, and just used a paper cup. The cup felt hot under my hands so I quickly set it down, only spilling a few drops. I wiped up the coffee from the counter with a washcloth and tossed it over the side of the sink. I carefully carried the cup over to the table and I sat down. I flipped through the paper, taking a sip now and then.
"Morning..." I looked up. There was Michael, standing in the doorway, in plaid pajama pants. I wondered what he had under them.
"Morning, sleepyhead." He walked up to the opposite side of the table and sat down, leaning over the table to get a look at what I was reading.
"Anything interesting??" He asked. I closed the paper, and said,
"Nope, same stuff as in LA." I closed the paper, and looked up. "How was your night?"
"Fine." He said slyly. All of a sudden he became alert. "Have you seen the boxers I was wearing yesterday, you know, the hockey ones?" I snickered and quickly stood to get more coffee. "Geeze." He said, once he saw that I was wearing them. "You know you're gonna have to give those back eventually."
"You can't make me."
"I bet I can get them off of you." He said, edging closer.
"I bet you can, sexy." He leaned in and kissed me, holding me in place. He pulled his arms around me and slid them in between his boxers and my underwear. As he started to slide them down, I pushed him away and pulled them up, in a nerd like fashion, making him laugh.
"What were you thinking?" I turned to see Weiss, his hair all bed- headed, standing in the doorway that Michael had just stood in. I didn't make eye contact, for obvious reasons. "Were you actually going to have sex in the kitchen? On the kitchen table?" We stared at him, because we couldn't believe what he had just said. "If you were, don't let me stop you."
"Eric, man...no....what were YOU thinking." Michael said loudly. "You would NOT watch us...never....even if we had...aww...but we haven't...so no...."
"Mike...you said too much. Its just because I haven't had any action in months..."
"Whoa! I have no intentions to hear about YOUR sex life." I said quickly. "I'm gonna take a shower." I began to walk out of the kitchen, my lips "accidentally" touching Michael's. I walked up the stairs, into our room.
Our room. Michael and me. Two days ago, our would have referred to Francie and me. Our house, our kitchen, our fridge. I wonder what Francie was doing right now. Obviously sleeping, since it was 5am in LA, but if it was noon. Probably at the resturant, or with Will. Will. I wonder if the CIA told him the truth, not the same old "car accident" story. If he was told the truth, would he go looking for me? Too much to think about. I stripped down and wrapped a towel around me, tossing Mike's boxers on his dresser. I got into the shower and took a short one, using the Suave hair stuff that was stocked in the bathroom.
Once I was out, I put on a robe that was hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Flipping through my dresser, I found khaki pants and a sleeveless red shirt that reminded me of home. I slipped my feet into a pair of slides and grabbed the purse off the chair and headed downstairs.
"Alright boys....I am going out...." I told Weiss and Michael who were both hunched over bowls of cereal.
"Shopping?" Michael asked, his mouth half full.
"Maybe...but I need to go to the DMV's....and maybe to the grocery store....are we low on anything? I mean....do you two pigs need anything?"
"No....maybe some peanut butter.....I don't think we have any." Weiss said. Peanut butter? I thought to myself.
"Sure, If I end up going to the store, but don't count on it." I plucked the keys off the counter and walked out the door, giving a slight wave goodbye.
Outside, it was fairly cool out for Virginia, around 75 degrees. I sat on the cool, vinyl seat and put the keys in the ignition and drove off, heading for the main street. I drove slowly, following a line of cars. When I stopped at a red light, I would look around. There were ordinary people sitting on benches, reading the paper, or talking or just sitting, people wathcing. I took a turn on Huntington Street, and turned into a nearly empty parking lot in front of the DMV's. I got out, and walked into the building.
"Hi, Umm....I just moved here and need to change my license." I said to the lady at the front desk.
"Oh, sure. Can I see your old license?" She asked. I took it out of my purse and handed it to her. "Jessica Barnes?"
"I was recently married, so it's Jessica Karvey."
"Do you have yoru marrige license with you?"
"Yes." I took it out and showed it to her and waited until she nodded before putting it away.
"Date of Birth" I thought for a few seconds before responding.
"September, 18. 1978."
"Thank you." She filled in the rest of the information off the card and I sat down in one of the comfy lounge chairs until she called me up to get my picture taken. I partially smiled and waited until I heard a 'click' before I put a straight face on. I took my brand-new card and hoped back in the car, just as my cell rang.
"Hey." I said, knowing it could only be Vaughn, or Weiss.
"Are you done yet? You've had the car ALL morning."
"No."
"Come on, Jess"
"Pat...."
"That's Patrick to you."
"I'll be home soon" I smiled and began the short drive home.
I know....extremely short chapter, but I kinda have writers block, so please....reviews as a source of inspriation!!!!