Two Night Stand.
Chapter three
It was early afternoon and the pair had settled on a comfortable silence in the living room. On the couch Raven sat leaning back, reading a book she found on the book shelf, while Gar sat in a green beanbag chair, playing an intense game of Halo.
"Frankly I'm shocked someone like you even owns The Giver." She spoke glancing at the boy in front of her.
"It was probably a gift." He said squirming in his chair as he played the game.
"Well I recommend you try it, it's an excellent read."
"Yeah okay, I will put it on my to-do list." He said before pausing the game and turning around to look at her.
"What?" She asked.
"I just had a great idea."
"Impressive."
"Ha, no… I mean it's the perfect way to kill time." He said excitedly.
"I'm listening." She said, her eyes on the book. He got up and ran to the kitchen, opened the fridge and ran back, holding a bag of brownies in front of her. "Oh you found brownies, good for you."
"They're not just any brownies, they're edibles." He said happily.
"Well I would assume they're edible."
"No, edibles… pot brownies." He clarified.
"You expect me to eat pot brownies… where did you get those anyway?" She questioned.
"A buddy of mine gave them to me for Christmas. I never tried them, but I hear it's a blast." He said, still holding the bag in front of her. "Come on Rae Rae, what do you have to lose."
"Fine." She huffed grabbing the bag and getting up. "But don't call me Rae Rae."
…
The room was quiet again as they both sat on opposite ends of the couch. The bag was empty on the coffee table and they were waiting around for something to happen.
"How do you know if you're feeling it?" She asked.
"I don't know, I've never done this before." He said staring off at nothing.
"You've never gotten high before?" She questioned.
"Excuse me for not being a pot head." He said defensively.
"But you're like a college boy?"
"Yeah?" He questioned.
"I guess I just thought college boys tended to get stoned in dorms." She shrugged.
"And does this look like a dorm to you?" He asked gesturing to his apartment. "And if were on the subject of college student stereotypes don't college girls tend to experiment with their roommates." He teased smirking at her, but she only glared in response.
"Anyway…" She said roughly, "How does a college boy afford such a nice apartment?" She asked.
"Big inheritance." He smiled. "Some would even refer to me as loaded." He said in a flirty tone.
"How are you still single?" She asked sarcastically.
"Hey, I'm a real catch." He said in mock offense, before pounding on his chest and belching loudly.
"Yeah, sure. So I'm guessing you don't have a job." She guessed.
"Nope, I'm living the dream." He said leaning back, his hands behind his head. "What about you, do you work?" He asked glancing her way.
"I have a part time job at the book store." She answered.
"A book store, of course you work at a book store." He laughed.
"I like books." She defended.
"I didn't say anything." He said raising his hands.
"You did too, you said 'of course you work at a book store'." She mocked his voice.
He laughed a little, "I think those brownies are kicking in." He grinned.
"I think mine was defective, I don't feel a thing." She huffed.
"Well let's see." He said grabbing his laptop.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Seeing how long it should take for the brownies to settle in." He said simply, typing it in.
"Are you crazy, that's a good way for the cops to track us down." She said turning to him in an outburst.
He turned to her and smiled, "Paranoid much?"
She sat back down and huffed, "Okay, so I might be feeling it a little bit."
"What was that!" He yelled.
"What!" She jumped and he turned to her, laughing. "You're an ass." She barked shoving him.
"Oh come on, I was just playing." He defended.
"Yeah, you do that a lot." She said distantly as she harshly turned away.
He let out a sigh, "Look, I'm sorry." He said sincerely. "I… I have a hard time taking things seriously."
She turned to him and sighed. "It's not just you; I have a hard time with… silliness." She said, struggling to find the right word. "I am kind of a bitch on a stick."
"I didn't mean that." He said quickly, "I was just upset."
"It's okay." She said smiling lightly.
He smiled two before slowly letting it fall. "Do… do you really think Gar sounds like a first draft of a name?"
"No." She said quickly, "Well yes, yes it does, but it's okay."
He looked down for a moment, struggling with his words before confessing something. "It is a first draft of a name." He said timidly.
"What?" She asked.
"It's the first half of my name."
"Okay, so what's your name?" She asked.
"You don't want to know… let's just change the subject." He said turning away.
"No, I want to know your name." She protested. "Please, I promise I won't make fun of you."
"It's silly. That's why I have everyone call me Gar."
"It's Garfunkel, isn't it, I knew it!"
"No it's… Garfield, okay."
"Garfield." She repeated.
"Yep."
"That… isn't that bad." She said awkwardly.
"Really?" He said lifting up his head.
"I mean it's odd, but not bad." She said sheepishly.
"Okay." He said laughing a little. "But while we're on the subject of honesty… Did I really not finish the job the first time?"
"What?" She asked.
"Last night."
"What happened to pretending last night never happened? I mean why are you even thinking about it?" She asked uncomfortably.
"I never stopped thinking about it." He said quietly, and she couldn't help but blush a little.
"I just said that to be mean. I was just embarrassed about the whole thing…" She confessed.
"So I did make you cum twice." He grinned.
"You don't have to be so bleak about it." She huffed.
"I'm sorry." He laughed. "My ego is just really high right now." He then turned to her. "Why were you embarrassed, I mean it wasn't your first time or anything?" He asked.
"No, it was just… I have only been with one other person. My ex." She said dejectedly.
"Me too." He admitted quietly and she turned to him in surprise. "Here's to being with only one other person!" He said raising his hand for a high-five.
"No."
"Okay." He said lowering it. "So… what happened with your ex, you know, that made him your ex?"
"That… is a long story." She sighed.
"We have nothing better to do, come on. I'm all ears." He said with a smile.
She sighed as she prepared herself for the story of he-who-shall-not-be-named. "I met him the first day of college. He was charming and romantic, and he got me to open up to him, and step outside my comfort zone. I never really pictured myself being with anyone until I met him. I know it's stupid but I really thought he was the one. But it was all too good to be true. We were together for a little over a year before he proposed, I thought it was going too fast but he really tried to talk me into it, so much in fact that he started acting… not like himself. I knew he was from a different country, but what I didn't know was that he was an illegal immigrant." She let out a long sigh. "None of it was real, he was just using me to get a green card."
"He's an idiot." He said quickly and she turned to him. "I mean you have to be a real moron to not see how amazing you really are." He said honestly, and it caused her to blush."Well…" He said awkwardly clearing his throat and getting up. "I don't know about you but I'm hungry, and I'm thinking pizza."
"Good luck getting anyone to deliver." She told him.
He walked over to his fridge and opened up the freezer just to reveal stacks of frozen pizzas inside. "You were saying?"
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