Don't Get Hooked On Me
"Trish, wake up sweetie," Chris said shaking her shoulder.
"I don't wanna wake up," Trish whined. "Just let me sleep."
"Trish our flight leaves this afternoon and I really have to talk to you," he said.
"Talk," Trish said opening her eyes.
"Go get ready first," he said pulling the blankets back for her.
"Fine," she said basically sleep walking into the bathroom.
When she emerged close to two hours later Chris found her breathtaking. It was like seeing her for the first time every time. Falling in love time and time again.
"So what'd you wanna talk about?" Trish asked sitting down at the kitchen table.
"About us," Chris said to her.
"Oh," Trish said taking a sip of coffee.
"Now I've been thinking about this for days already," Chris started, "and I think that they best thing for us is to-"
"Just wait," Trish cut in. "So now you get to make all of the decisions?"
"That's not what I'm saying," Chris said. "But you have to know how I feel."
"Go on," Trish said eating a strawberry.
"I don't think that we should see each other," Chris said bluntly.
"That makes two of us," Trish said to him. "You're too good of an enemy to become my boyfriend."
Chris laughed.
"I'm kidding," Trish said. "You'll always be close to me Chris. I just don't think that we make a good couple. We'd be kicking the shit out of each other repeatedly."
"That's twice that we've agreed upon something this morning," Chris laughed.
"I'll phone Guinness if you make more coffee," Trish said.