DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THIS STORY, NOR DO I OWN ANYTHING RECOGNIZABLE. I ONLY AND I MEAN ONLY OWN THE PLOT AND THAT'S IT. ENJOY MY LOVELY COWS.
MAIA'S POV:
Damn, damn, damn!
How the hell did I let this happen?
I really like Laura, so why the fuck did my dumb ass hormones get in the way.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Calm down Maia, maybe I can explain everything and she will forgive?
YEAH THE HELL RIGHT!
What girlfriend in their right mind would actually listen to a bitch who she just caught making out with her boyfriend?
She would have to be a saint to forgive me. It's like as soon as I heard her gasp I was pulled out of my drunken state and forced back into reality.
And to be truthful a reality I don't want to be in if it means I loose a possible new best friend.
As I see her finish her journey down the steps ever so slowly, both I and Ross abruptly stand to our feet and scoot an extreme distance away from each other.
She walks towards me and I brace myself for a slap.
But to my surprise it never comes as I open my eyes I see she passes me and heads towards the kitchen.
My heart is beating extremely hard as questions fill my throbbing head.
What if she's in there looking for a knife to stab me to death with?
What if she has some type of gun hidden in there somewhere, and is loading it with bullets to shoot me down?
What if she has some killer K9s in there who haven't eaten in weeks and is finally feeding them, but the food isn't blue buffalo or pedigree, the food is me?
Well I guess this is the day I die.
I flinch as I see her approach me and…..
She hands me a drink.
Wait why is she handing me a drink?
Oh, I see she is going to poison me.
Clever very clever.
But once she speaks my nerves calm.
Wow she really is a saint.
She not only looks like an angel with a white spaghetti strapped tank top and some white and black Nike short shorts along with some white with three black horizontal stripes at the top knee high gym socks. She also behaves like one. I think as a stray tear rolls down my eye.
LAURA'S POV:
Okay I'll admit the fact that Ross and Maia where semi making out on the couch was quite infuriating, but I am nothing if not understanding of how things aren't always what they seem.
So, I slowly walk down the stairs and head towards the kitchen. I see Maia noticeably tense upon my close proximity to her since she is right in front of the entrance to the kitchen.
I also see Ross take a step forward as if he was getting ready to pull me into a tight embrace, but I quickly slip pass Maia and descend into the kitchen to get Maia a quick drink for her hangover.
As I'm in the kitchen I prepare Maia a bloody Mary.
I know, I know, how does an alcoholic beverage help with a hangover.
Just believe me when I say this certain one helps A LOT.
Something about the tomato juice and the vodka mix.
As I finish making her 'pick me up'. I add a piece of celery and shrimp and walk back out into the room I now refer to as the room of awkwardness.
As I approach Maia she tenses again looking at the drink in my hand skeptically.
She must think I'm going to poison her.
First off I'm not that type of girl to just kill someone without having an extremely good reason. Secondly, poisoning someone is so juvenile. I'd much rather torture them to death. Now torture, that's classy.
Anyway, to calm her nerves I start to speak.
Me: here drink this it will help with your hangover.
Maia: …..
Me: no I did not poison it see?
I then take a sip of it to further prove I am not a psycho murderer.
Me: come on
I say handing her the drink and guiding her towards the couch.
Me: you need to get some sleep. So, after you finish this I want you to go up to the guest room which is the 3rd door to the left once you go upstairs and go to sleep. In the morning I'll set you out some clothes that we bought today and we can go out looking for your next victim because I'm pretty sure you scared the first one off today.
After I give her the instructions I see a tear slip down her eye, so out of instinct I swipe it away and give her a hug. She then bust out in tears and starts letting out a mantra of apologies.
Maia: I'm so, so, so, so, so, sorry Laur. I don't know what came over me. One second I was sleep the next I turn into this crazy, horny, man stealing, bitch. I never meant to do that and I mean it. I would understand if you hate me. I actually want you to slap me so I get what I deserve. We just started this friendship and I really don't want to loose it. So can you find it in your heart to forgive me? Please Laura, can you please forgive me?
As her sobs start to come out more feverishly, I speak before she just stops breathing completely from all the hick ups and delayed breathes.
Me: Maia I already forgave you. I knew you were drunk and should've stayed with you instead of letting my emotions get the best of me. I would never slap you for something that was clearly an accident. And I could never ever hate you Maia. I agree with you, we did just start this friendship and I also don't want to loose it, because for some reason I feel this friendship is the start of something special. It could end terribly or it could be the friendship of a lifetime, but we will never know if I de-friend you because of some drunken accident.
When I finish my rant Maia lets go of me and looks me in the eyes and says;
"You are an angel sent from above and I'm glad we met because if it weren't for your kindness I don't know what would've happened to me. Thank you Laura, you are such a saint."
I notice her eyes glisten with new tears as she hugs me to the point where I almost can't breathe. When she releases me I simply respond with
"That's not true but I'm very flattered you feel that way."
I then, get off the couch and watch her go upstairs with her drink.
Me: goodnight Maia.
Maia: goodnight Laura.
Once she's fully upstairs and I hear the door close I hear a familiar blonde speak.
ROSS'S POV:
Jesus Christ. After what I just witnessed it is confirmed that my girlfriend is an angel sent from above.
Me: she's right you know?
Laura: …
Me: pleases Laur speak to me I'm so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, sorry!
Laura: okay, okay I forgive you. So what was she right about? Hmmm how amazingly awesome I am?
Me: *chuckles* yea that and that you are a freaking saint- no scratch that you're a freaking angel.
Laura: aww, you know flattery doesn't work on me Lynch.
Me: well then, let me make it up to you.
I say walking over to her angelic form.
Laura: and how do you plan on making it up to me.
Me: I know a couple of ways how.
I say grabbing her waist and pulling her into an apology filled but hot and sensual kiss. I quickly deepen it when she starts pulling on the hair at the nape of my neck.
Sick of craning my neck to kiss her since she is so adorably shorter than me, I grab her thighs and lift her up so that her legs are tightly gripping on to my waist.
THIRD PERSON POV:
Ross then detaches their lips and starts ravishing her neck with love bites, nibbling his way down to her collarbone.
This instantly causes Laura to moan. "Ross"
"We should head upstairs." She suggests and Ross quickly responds not with words but with actions as he starts to head for the stairs getting up them in records time.
While also, don't ask him how, getting Laura to remove her shirt to reveal her white satin bra with a little bow in the middle with two cute little chains hanging down the middle with diamonds on the ends.
Simply yet classy. Truly an angel, for now. Because the things they were about to do would be ungodly and extremely naughty.
As they pass the guest room Laura, still latched on his waist, suddenly remembers that they're not alone so when they get to the room she hesitantly jumps off of him. "We can't continue this while Maia is literally a room away." She states.
Ross: why not?
He whines
Laura: because it is bad enough you guys kissed, but it will break her heart when she hears you fucking my brains out. She might not ever admit it but she obviously still has feelings for you.
Ross: well if the clues weren't clear enough, I mean you basically were half naked when we answered the door, and to be honest I'm pretty sure the whole neighborhood knows of our 'activities' in the bedroom. So why does one more person matter and not a whole community of people?
Laura: because the whole community never 'made love' to you like the one person that is a door away.
Ross: we did not make 'love'
Laura: well in her eyes you did and I'm not going to help further break her heart. So I guess me and your little, not so little, buddy will have to meet up another time. Preferably a time when Maia isn't, I repeat 'a room away'.
Ross' shoulder droop and Laura knows she has won. As usual.
Laura then pulls him in bed and lies on his chest.
Ross: you know I love you right.
Laura: of course! And just so you know the feeling is mutual.
The couple then share a few, not so short, kisses and fall asleep in sacred simplicity. Because at the moment the pair both have a feeling this could, and would, be the rest of their lives.
Maia's, on the other hand, life was just starting and the ride is going to be oh so bumpy. But she went to sleep happy that she wouldn't be the only passenger riding along.
A/N: I TRIED MAKING THIS A BIT LONGER, BUT OBVIOUSLY FAILED SINCE IT'S ONLY 1,793 WORDS. BUT I DID AND I MEAN I TRULY DID TRY. ANYCOW HOW DID YOU LIKE IT? OH AND DO YOU GUYS WANT SMUT IN LATER CHAPTERS? IF SO JUST COMMENT COW, IF NOT COMMENT CHICKEN. WELL UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELY COWS. SEE YOU THEN!