He had twenty minutes.
That would give him enough time to brush his teeth and possibly if he felt up to maybe some toast.
The latter wasn't likely because that nasty taste he got in his mouth after brushing his teeth was enough to put him off food, for now, he still had lots of time before he was due in, but he needed to get his eight hours, if not, he was a grizzly bear with a thorn in his paw.
He was brushing his teeth when it happened.
He had to actually turn off the water to make sure it was him and not someone a few doors down.
Someone was knocking at his door.
Maybe it was just some girl guide selling cookies – which he hadn't had in a while and would buy a box or two from the girl, and then get to bed.
His plan was foiled however by the person on the other side of the door .
And he stood clad in only boxers, and a toothbrush still in his hand, he thanked his lucky stars he spit before answering the door.
"How do you know where I live?" he asked the intruder, and she was exactly that, she barged past him looking not too happy. Not even waiting for an 'won't you come in?' or 'my it's lovely to see you, do come in out of the heat' but since when would he ever say that?
Who says that in general?
"I'm not clueless Greg" she had neglected to mention she had looked his address up in her phonebook before she came.
You could have fooled me, how many times have I purposely shown you how much I care?
"Okay, so you looked up my address in the phonebook, big deal, what are you doing here?" she blushed at the mentioned of the phonebook, and looked down, suddenly regretting why she was here.
"I remember you saying you were a good listener, does that still apply?"
"Of course it does" when I've had my rest which you are keeping me from
And yet again she didn't wait to be invited to have a seat. She sat on the couch, the arm rest up against her back, knees curled to her chest.
In a defensive position.
Who was she trying to hide from, him or what she was about to say.
"You don't have to worry about me going into detail about how I wanted it so bad and now that I have it I don't want it, cause that sounds like I'm a bitch. Or that I've finally gotten everything I've ever wanted. That seems like I'm a ditz who believes in fairy tales"
"Then what are you going to say?" he sat at the other end of the couch
"I was fine with it, really only being private. I was fine with that-"
"If you don't mind, I don't want to know what happened behind the closed bedroom door"
"I wasn't going to"
"Just stating the boundaries, but please do continue"
"And maybe just once, a nice dinner for two at a fancy restaurant, a place where no one knew us nothing too complex right? But we were in the middle of our entrée when the waitress, starting flirting with him and actually asked for his phone number right in front of me and said what an attractive daughter you have. That put a damper on things"
"You knew it would be like that when you accepted his invitation"
"I know but…"
"Sorry Sara, no buts"
A/N: Will be another chapter. Didnt want to make this one too long. Do I really need to say reviews make me smile?