-6-
Maggie started getting ready about 6:30 p.m. She pulled on a pair of expensive jeans she had found at a thrift store, slipped on a pair of tie-dyed chucks she'd made a few years back, and slid on one of her favorite shirts. It was made out of soft linen and had an intricate design of eyelet lace all over the bodice and along the hem. A simple yellow camisole was underneath so it wasn't see-through and she wore a grey zippered hoodie over it.
She looked very cute. In order to keep herself from looking twelve she put on some light make up. Lining her eyes with smoky eye liner and putting on a few extra coats of mascara to make her eyes more noticeable and running her fingers through her hair letting it hang loose and untamed. She grabbed a hair band just in case she wanted it tied back later.
7:00 p.m. rolled around and she was ready about two minutes before her doorbell rang. She turned off her lights, grabbed her phone and her purse and made her way to the door. She opened it and there stood Arthur. She had to admit he looked amazing in a sports jacket over a white button down shirt and jeans.
"Wow," Arthur said, "I mean, uh, hi." He smiled sheepishly.
"I could say the same for you." She smiled and began walking out of her door.
"Oh you're ready?" He asked, rather confused.
"What do you mean are you ready? Do I need further improvements?" She asked, feigning anger.
He rolled his eyes and just smiled in his adorable way, "No, I just mean we're on time. I don't think that's ever happened to me on a date before."
Maggie laughed as she locked her door and pocketed her keys, "What can I say, I'm punctual." She smiled. "You look, so," She eyed him up and down, "Grown up."
He tilted his head back and laughed loudly at that, "Well gee thanks. Glad I could impress. However, standing next to you all night is gonna be a hassle. I hate when I'm not the hottest person in the restaurant."
She walked so close to him that she could inhale his scent. It was enticing; "I can put the napkin over my face and cut eye holes for it, like a burka." She quipped.
He stopped and stared at her wide-eyed, "Would you? I love oppressing women!" He chimed excitedly.
Maggie laughed hysterically and shoved him softly. He stumbled slightly but regained his footing as they made the path down to where he was parked.
"So I was wondering -," Arthur started.
Maggie's phone started vibrating, "I'm so sorry. Just one moment." She pulled out her cell and contemplated throwing into a ravine, but wasn't sure where the closest one was. She was even more tempted when she saw Taylor's name pop up on the screen.
"Damnit," She muttered and flipped it open. She mouthed sorry, to Arthur and he just smiled and stood patiently. "Hey Tay." Arthur's eyebrow rose.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Uh," There was a pregnant pause where Maggie's mind literally went blank. She had never been on a real date with someone. Not since maybe high school or early college and Taylor definitely didn't know about those. She didn't snap out of it until Arthur waved his hand in front of her eyes and she jolted back to life. "Stuff."
"Stuff?" Taylor asked skeptically.
"Yeah Taylor I'm kinda busy." She muttered. She covered the mouth piece and nodded to Arthur, "Where's your car?" She said softly. She didn't want to give Taylor enough time to make his way over and potentially kick the ever-living fuck out of Arthur.
"That was my question before we were so rudely interrupted." He said jokingly, "I was going to ask if you had ever been on a bike?" He gestured to, potentially, the hottest looking all black Ducati Street fighter S she had ever seen.
She was so blown away that her hand fell away from the phone, even though it was still up against her ear, "Oh my god. That is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I might have just had an orgasm." She said. Directly into the phone.
"WHAT!? WHO ARE YOU WITH?" Taylor was yelling into the phone.
Arthur just started laughing hysterically. He was literally bent over, using his knees as extra support as he guffawed loudly. He straightened up but kept chuckling, "Behave!" He pointed at her sternly.
"MAGGIE!" Taylor bellowed into the phone.
Maggie was still staring at the Ducati, most likely drooling. "Tay, I gotta go." She muttered softly and hung up her phone. Momentarily, all she really cared about was straddling that beautiful machine and wrapping her arms around such a gorgeous guy. Thoughts of Taylor and his murderous rage were miles away.
"So," Arthur smiled, jingling his key ring, "You ready?"
"Am I ever!?" She yelped happily and skipped over to his motorcycle. "Can I drive it?"
He smiled, "You ever driven a motorcycle before?"
"In theory?" She said, wincing. "Um, no."
Arthur just laughed, "I'll drive tonight, but don't think I wont give you lessons. I just wanna start out on something easier than beaming through New York City traffic."
She grimaced, "Good plan." She looked down at herself and realized she would most likely freeze to death. She'd have to buy a kick ass leather jacket if she continued to date him.
"Here." He smiled. He held out a leather jacket that was lying on the back on the motorcycle.
"What will you wear?" She looked up at him.
He just smiled. He tugged on his black sports jacket. "I've got about three layers on. I'll be fine."
Maggie smiled widely, still ogling the gorgeous bike. "You might have to help me. I'm slightly impaired."
He laughed and helped her slide on the jacket. It was obviously way too big for her, but it kept her warm the instant she zipped it up. Arthur grabbed his helmet and an extra one he'd brought along and handed it to Maggie. She twisted her hair up and tucked it into the helmet as Arthur pulled his on.
"You look great." He chuckled. She realized the helmet had a microphone and a speaker in it. His voice was slightly amplified.
"Don't laugh at me." She groused. "I'm not accustomed to men on motorcycles."
"Only backseats of pick ups, am I right?" He smiled and straddled the bike.
She stood there for a moment, pretending to be angry but really just trying to contain her lust. "I'm glad you can't see me sticking my tongue out at you."
She assumed Arthur was smiling, "I have a built in immaturity sensor." He paused and then flicked the eyepiece up, "Climb on up."
Maggie giggled slightly and ran over to the bike. She threw her leg over the back and Arthur turned slightly and adjusted her so that her ass and feet were in the right place.
"So you can either sit up and hold onto the bar right behind your ass or you can lean forward and wrap your arms around me. For a first timer, I'd recommend the second one. Plus I just like to snuggle." He said sweetly.
Maggie chuckled and tucked her purse between her thighs. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Arthur. She felt a muscular stomach beneath his button down shirt and desperately wanted to feel more. "I'm feeling giddy." She said honestly.
Arthur chuckled softly, letting his fingers trace over her hands grasped around his stomach, "You could say that again." Before the awkward silence could ensue Arthur turned over his bike and it roared to life.
"This is SO cool!" Maggie squealed with delight.
"Just wait until we start moving." He said softly, "You ready?" She nodded against his back. "I'll take that as a yes. Hold on."
He revved the engine, did something magical with his hands and feet and they tore off into the night. Maggie screamed a little, for which she apologized for profusely. It scared the living hell out of Arthur, who didn't realize that sometimes girls just scream when they are excited.
The ride was fabulous. She watched as the lights blurred in her vision as they tore down the road. She was pretty sure they were going at a normal speed, but everything felt so much more vibrant. Maggie assumed it was her adrenaline, pulsing through her body. It made her much more sensitive and she was hyper aware and the roaring beast between her thighs, the wind whipping over her body, and the warmth that emitted from Arthur.
They talked idly for a few minutes, but Arthur understood how intense your first motorcycle ride could be so he finally shut up. Aside from the helmets having mics for them to talk, it also played music over the speakers. So he switched on "Shake me like a Monkey" by Dave Matthews Band.
Maggie almost squealed again, "Oh my God, you like Dave?"
"I have to say I'm semi-homosexually in love with him."
Maggie just laughed, "Its ok, I'm completely heterosexually in love with him."
"See that still just sounds so much more normal."
Maggie smiled, "How long have you liked him?"
Arthur shrugged as they zoomed through traffic with the music playing behind their voices, "Since my sophomore year in high school. I had older siblings who listened to him so I've been hearing him all my life. It wasn't until I was a little older that I really understood him and caught the fever."
"I know exactly what you mean, that's basically what happened to me. Seen him live?"
Arthur laughed, "You'll think I'm crazy but, I've seen him every year since I first started listening to him."
Maggie giggled again, "Not at all! I've seen him that many times too! He's amazing!" she sighed.
Arthur laughed, "Well now at least I have someone who will go to concerts with me. Now I wont look so creepy, drinking my beer and dancing around in my tie dyed DMB shirts." Maggie laughed loudly at that. "Alright, we're here." He pulled up slowly and parked almost directly in front of a dive-looking bar.
Arthur shut off the engine and climbed off. He helped Maggie slide off. She had to admit her legs were still a little jell-o-fied from the intense ride over. She smiled as she leaned against Arthur.
"You know if we weren't wearing these fucking helmets this might have been romantic." He pulled off his helmet and helped Maggie with hers.
She smiled up at him, "Romantic? I figured you more for a roophie in the drink type of guy."
He unzipped the jacket for her and leaned in slowly. He kissed her lightly on the cheek, something that sent sparks through Maggie's body. "What can I say, I'm trying to put the sensual back in nonconsensual."
Maggie screeched at him and hit him hard on the shoulder, trying hard not to laugh hysterically. Arthur just couldn't stop laughing. "Creep!"
He kept on laughing, "Awe, come on baby. You'll sleep great after!...and before...and during." He nudged her shoulder suggestively.
Maggie couldn't help herself and started laughing. Arthur helped her out of her jacket and took her helmet. They walked up to the front of the bar, which had a very large and very dark man standing in the doorway. Arthur nodded to the man and handed their stuff over.
"Evening Mr. Arthur."
Arthur nodded, "Evening Sam."
Maggie stared a little in disbelief as they waltzed right into the bar and she realized that establishment was rather nice for resembling such a dive. It had a relaxing atmosphere and it was huge. The front half of the restaurant was a small waiting area with tables and booths behind it, behind that was a rather large dance floor and a small stage.
"This place is pretty cool. When does karaoke start?" Maggie smiled, slipping out of her white jacket and hanging on the back of her seat.
"Within the hour." He smiled.
"They have good food?" She asked as she sat down. He helped push in her chair and walked around to his own seat. He pulled of his jacket and did the same thing she did with hers.
"Very good food. There's a very basic menu, but incredibly good. Lots of cheese, butter, fats and weird sizzling juices." He smiled, "I'm pretty sure they don't serve salad."
"I hate salad. Its like eating wet paper." Maggie groused. She watched as Arthur motioned to the bartender and she smiled, "So you think all I eat are salads? Was that a hint?"
Arthur laughed, "Someone is fishing for compliments." He smiled, "No I was saying that because I need to watch how much I eat or it will go straight to my hips."
Maggie laughed, "I watched as you got off the bike. Maybe you need some more in the hip department."
Arthur gave her a sad face and sniffled, "I was just trying to look nice for you." He said in a mock-sobbing way.
"Its ok baby," Maggie said, patting his hand, "I'll just find someone with a better ass."
Arthur laughed and pointed at her, "Wait till you see me work Bon Jovi and then we'll talk."
Maggie smiled. "Sounds good." A waitress brought them a beer each. Arthur was drinking a Pyramid Hefeweizen and the waitress put out a Modelo Negro for Maggie. She looked over at Arthur who was just smiling. "Are you stalking me? How do you know I like Modelo?"
He laughed, "In all honesty its what you smelled like this morning."
Maggie slapped her forehead in shame, "Oh dear god. I'm so sorry. Why did you ask me out? Do you have like a hobo-erotic fantasy or something?"
"While I admit that hobos are definitely an interesting set of people, I have to say that it was just nice to see you. I don't get out too much because I don't know too many people around here and it was cool to see a familiar face." He smiled, sipping his beer.
Maggie smiled, "Ok. But just so you know I'm not always that disgusting in the morning. I blame it on my friends."
Arthur's eyes were saying something along the lines of I plan to find out for myself, but his smile was genuine and sweet. "No problem. Like I said. Hobos are interesting people."
"Ok so what do you recommend eating?" She said, looking at the half page entry for food and the three and a half page menu for booze.
"Probably the open face steak sandwich or the BLT." He smiled. "The cheeseburger, the French dip, and the Reuben are delicious. But those other two are my favorite." He waved his hand again and a waitress came on over. She was older and had heaps of shimmering red hair piled on top of her head. Her face was heavily made up, but attractive, and she had breasts that rivaled the size of Maggie's head.
"Hiya Arthur," She said. "And whose this pretty girl?" her New York accent was thick, "I'm Eva."
Maggie smiled and shook the outstretched woman's hand, "Pleasure. I'm Maggie, an old friend from school."
"Well it's a pleasure!" Eva looked pleased. "What'll'ya be havin' tonight?"
"The Reuben, please." Maggie smiled, "And can I also get a glass of water?" Eva nodded as she scribbled on her pad and then looked to Arthur.
"I'll have the BLT, please." He smiled.
"Anything for you sugar." She winked and then left the table.
Maggie looked at Arthur expectantly but he just shrugged and smiled, "Sugar?" She laughed.
Arthur nodded. "I know the owner. I designed the place."
Maggie looked shocked, "Really? Wow, that's pretty cool."
He smiled and sipped his beer, "Yes. Pretty cool."
The food came and went as well as a few more beers. More and more people were starting to show up, so Maggie and Arthur moved over towards the dance floor and karaoke stage. They found a small table where they perched with their drinks as people started signing up for Karaoke.
"So are you gonna sing or what?" Maggie smiled.
Arthur chuckled as he sipped his beer, "Yes I'm going to sing. But you have to sing first."
Maggie looked astonished, "First?" She screeched. "Why?"
Arthur laughed, "Cause I paid for dinner and gave you a ride here."
Maggie scowled at him, "Well it looks like we'll be taking a cab home drunkie." Maggie growled.
Arthur just laughed, "Once we start singing I stop drinking. I want to remember the night." He smiled and winked.
"Prick."
He reached across the table and took her hand in his. He pulled it to his lips and gave it a light, sweet kiss, "I love it when you talk dirty to me." He said jokingly.
Maggie rolled her eyes and pulled back her hand, "Alright, well I'm signing you up for a song of my choice then!"
Arthur laughed, "Be my guest. I have no shame."
Maggie glared at him, "We'll see about that."
He smiled and winked again as she ran over to the karaoke DJ and signed her and Arthur up for a song. She made her way back to her seat, which was now scooted closer to Arthur. She looked up at him and smiled wryly, "Smooth."
He smiled back, "You have no idea. I got moves so smooth they call me...uh, smooth." He shrugged and laughed.
She joined in on his laugh and sat down next to him. He put his arm around her, watching for her reaction. Maggie snuggled into his side and pulled her beer closer. They watched a few people go up to the stage and sing a few songs. Most people weren't that bad, but the majority were horrible and drunk. They had a few great laughs at other people's expense and Arthur switched from beers to water. Maggie slowed down a little and continued with her slow ingestion of Modelo Negro.
"Alright," The DJ announced, "Next up is Maggie, with 'Every Little Thing she does is Magic' by The Police."
Arthur nudged Maggie and pushed her towards the stage. She walked by the DJ who handed her the mic and she walked up on stage. The music started and Maggie felt the first tiny tendrils of fear curl in her stomach. She was about to do something horribly embarrassing in front of fifty or so people that she didn't know, including her very attractive date. She sighed, and when the words came up she sang them.
Arthur sat, watching Maggie from his seat. She seemed extremely nervous so he started cheering her on and singing aloud with her. That got more people involved in the club and soon people were dancing as she sang.
Maggie felt a little better as she watched Arthur prance around the dance floor, flinging his body all over the place and getting more people involved in the song. It was very hard to not sing and laugh at the same time, but she threw herself into The Police like no one else had ever done.
When her song finished the crowd cheered and she handed her mic off to the DJ and pranced down to the dance floor where Arthur pulled her into his arms and spun her around.
"You're not that drunk are you?" Maggie laughed as he squeezed her to him.
"You were great! Everyone loved you!" He said smiling. "And no I'm not drunk. I act like this on an everyday basis." Maggie laughed and the DJ lowered the music a little more and made his next announcement.
"Next is Arthur with 'Like a Virgin' by Madonna?" The DJ sounded confused.
Arthur grabbed Maggie and gave her a quick noogie before he ran over to the DJ and grabbed the mic. He made his way onto the stage and said into the microphone, ever so sweetly, "This is for Maggie." He pointed right at her and everyone started cheering. Maggie blushed, and smiled.
Arthur turned around before the music started, his back facing the audience, and when the music started, he started bouncing his hips to the beat. Girls were already cheering him on and people made their way onto the dance floor.
When the words started, Arthur made a quick about face and started singing. He was absolutely hamming it up and Maggie loved it. He used the whole stage as a dance floor, singing his heart out to Madonna and doing pelvic thrusts on all the most poignant parts.
Maggie was laughing hysterically and dancing by her table. A younger man grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor while Arthur played the crowd up. Everyone was cheering and singing along, dancing all over the place. Arthur was dancing all over the stage, winking at screaming women and shaking his ass all over the stage. Maggie couldn't help but watch him and be enthralled. He wasn't a particularly good singer or dancer, but he could sure work the room.
When the song ended, the crowd erupted in cheers. Arthur tossed his mic to the DJ and hopped off the stage. He made his way back over to Maggie as people cheered him on and gave him high fives and pats on the back.
"How'd I do?" Arthur smiled when he reached Maggie.
Maggie just laughed and gave him a huge hug, "You were amazing. I was so jealous!"
He winked at her, "What can I say, without me its just aweso."
She shook her head and smacked his shoulder, "You are such a goofball."
"To the bone." He smiled. He grabbed her hand and entwined his fingers with hers. Maggie got a little flashback about what Marbles had said to her. "Lets get another drink." He smiled and took her over to the bar.
The night finally slowed down a few hours later. Arthur had completely sobered up after quite a few Bon Jovi songs and Maggie was feeling a little buzzed but not too much. She had sang her fair share of Queen songs and some Nsync songs, just to bug all the men in the bar, but it seemed like these two were quite popular at the bar. Especially after their duet rendition of "Anyway you Want it" by Journey.
They were currently gliding through the night, or rather morning, since it was about 2:30 a.m. Maggie had her arms wrapped around Arthur and the music was off in her ears, but he was humming and it was very relaxing to her. She was surprised how great the night had gone. She had spent her entire night with a man without having sex once. She wasn't completely smashed. She was comfortable around Arthur and he made her laugh, a lot. He was extremely sweet and good-natured and very sociable. She liked being around him because he didn't get weird when she made new friends. He wasn't possessive or jealous when she danced all over the stage and men cheered for her. He simply sat back and watched her, smiling the whole time.
She would have thought he was gay except for the looks he gave her when he thought she wasn't looking. A few times his brown eyes smoldered and his smile turned from sweet to sexy. When he got that look, Maggie felt like she was staring at the roaring motorbike again. It could be harmless and nice looking while stationary, but when the engine turned on, it made her quiver.
They rolled to stop in front of her condo and Arthur helped her off of her seat. He grabbed the helmet and unzipped her jacket and walked her to her door. They stopped in the doorway and he grabbed her keys and opened her door for her.
Maggie smiled at the simple gesture. She walked inside without saying a word and Arthur hesitated at the door, "Come on in. I don't bite." She laughed.
"Bummer." He chuckled and followed her in. She went to her kitchen and brought out two bottles of water and some snacks from the fridge. Both of them were a little sweaty from dancing for around four hours straight, so the water felt very nice sliding down their throats.
"So..." Maggie said slowly. "I haven't had a real date in a long time." She said shyly.
Arthur chuckled, "I find that hard to believe."
She laughed, "I've had my share of men, I just haven't spent much time with them." She shrugged.
Arthur smiled, "That's cool. I feel special. I'm the only one who has karaoke'd with you. I think that's way more satisfying than a night full of balls to the wall sex. Unless that's what you're into." He shrugged, winking at her playfully.
Maggie laughed again. Her cheeks hurt from laughing all night. Arthur was just fun to be around. There was no denying that she was insanely attracted to him and was very interested in what he was like in the bedroom, however she felt odd sleeping with him on the first date. She wanted to see him again, many times in fact. She didn't want it to be a one-night thing.
As if he read her mind, he stood from his seat at the island and walked around to her. He moved in front of her and placed his hands on the counter, enclosing her in his arms. He leaned forward slightly and kissed her softly on the lips. Maggie liked it very much.
"I don't want to rush things with you. So don't feel pressured about this. I like you. I've always liked you. Hell, a man would be crazy not to like you." He paused and kissed her gently again, "I plan on leaving tonight. But it's mostly because I want to keep you yearning for my sweet, sweet ass." He laughed and Maggie joined in. She got on her tiptoes and kissed him softly again. He looked down at her and smiled.
"Thanks." She said, blushing. "I want you to stay, but I'm a little new at this liking a guy thing."
He laughed, "Only someone as charming as me could break your stone cold heart." Maggie laughed too and stood up to kiss him again. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her very close to him, deepening the kiss without being overly intrusive. His fingers were running through her hair when she heard the lock to her front door click open.
They stopped kissing in an instant and Arthur took a step back from her as Matty, Marbles and Chris thundered through the front door laughing.
"I didn't make you keys yet!" Maggie growled at them.
They all stopped and stared at her. Matty looked a little upset, but Chris and Marbles were smiling widely, nodding to each other. That's when Taylor came in behind them, looking rather predatory.
Arthur stepped forward with balls of steel and introduced himself. "Hey guys, I'm Arthur. I went to college with Maggie and we ran into each other today and decided to get together." He shook hands with all the guys and they introduced themselves, except for Taylor he just shook Arthur's hand and glared at him.
"Don't mind him," Matty said, "He has no soul."
Maggie laughed nervously, watching as Taylor burned holes through Arthur. "What the fuck are you doing here?" She said in a sweet voice laced with hatred.
Matty chuckled, "Just coming to check on you. You didn't answer our phone calls."
Maggie pulled out her phone and saw that she had twenty-six missed calls. She gave an exasperated sigh, "Leave a voice mail! Jesus! Twenty-six! What is wrong with you!?" She growled.
"Well who the fuck is he? We don't know him from fuckin Adam and you are off with him all night. Not answering our calls." Taylor said gravely. "You need to fuckin let us know what you're doing."
Everyone was silent as Maggie changed shades of red, "You asshole!" She screamed.
"Don't fuckin' call me that."
Arthur interjected, trying to make peace, "Hey, I'm an old friend, she took me out -,"
"Shut it." Taylor growled pointing a big meaty finger at him.
Arthur puffed up slightly, "Don't talk to me like that." His voice went steely and even Maggie was taken back by it. "And definitely don't talk to her like that."
Taylor took a few steps forward and Maggie stepped in front of him and pushed him back, "Knock it off!" She growled. Taylor grabbed her hands to keep from pushing her and Arthur charged forward. "No!" Maggie yelled at him and Arthur instantly stopped. "I can handle him." She growled angrily and pushed Taylor off of her. Matty, Marbles, and Chris stepped back, all inhaling sharply. Maggie never talked to Taylor like that.
Arthur just laughed, "Personally, I wouldn't want to mess with you like this. I'll just take off."
Matty put up a hand, "No, don't worry about it we were just getting out of here. We've known her forever so we like to make sure she's safe."
Arthur smiled, still avoiding being awkward, "I'd be the same way." He smiled at Maggie. He walked over to her and kissed her on the lips very softly. "I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can get lunch and you can tell me about the new job."
She smiled, "Sounds great." Taylor tensed in front of her.
Arthur kissed her again and walked by the guys, waving goodbye, "Night guys." He still ignored Taylor's ice-cold glare.
The door closed and the men erupted with questions.
"No!" Maggie screamed, "No God damnit! I will NOT answer your questions when you fuck heads just thoroughly cock blocked me with a nice fucking guy! Why cant you interrupt my other dates that suck?"
All the men went pale. Taylor was still flexing and unflexing his muscles. His jaw was tensed.
"And you!" She screeched pointing a small finger at Taylor and glaring at him, "How dare you talk to me like that! I can't believe you have the fucking nerve to treat me like that in front of my fucking friend!"
Taylor scoffed, "He looked like more than a fuckin friend."
She slapped him, hard, the men all took another step back and Taylor was thoroughly shocked, "You have no fucking claim to me Taylor Reese, so stop acting like it." She pushed him out of the way and tore towards her bedroom as the boys cleared out of her way. "I'm getting my gun, and if all of you aren't gone when I get back out here I'm shooting whoever hasn't left in the ass!" She slammed her door.
"She doesn't have a gun, right?" Marbles asked innocently.
Matty just stared at him in uncertainty. They heard some rustling behind her door and the sound of drawers being opened and shut. "Well fuck finding out the hard way." He said. He grabbed Taylor who was still standing in the same spot and dragged him out of the house with Chris and Marbles bringing up the tail.
Maggie came out a few minutes later with her make up cried and washed away and donning a pair of sweats and a tank top. She grabbed her pack of cigarettes and another beer and reached for her cell phone. It was about 3:30 a.m. and she thought about calling Arthur and apologizing, but couldn't build up the courage. She felt the tears coming on again and almost didn't hear her phone vibrating.
She picked it up and saw that the number was private. "Hello?" She answered meekly.
"Hey, did I wake you?" It was Arthur.
She almost sobbed, "God, I'm so sorry! I can't believe Taylor treated you like that. I'm so so-,"
He cut her off, "Please, don't apologize. If I were your best friend forever, I'd be a complete asshole to any guys interested in you too. Although I might lay off the steroids a bit, roid-rage can be a bitch."
Maggie laughed, "God I'm so surprised you called."
He chuckled too, "It's not your fault they're protective. They just need to see I'm not a jerk just trying to get laid."
"You're not?" Maggie sighed.
"No, I'm just using you for those tasty crackers you put out tonight." He said jokingly.
Maggie chuckled, "Thanks."
"No problem." He said sweetly. "Now get some sleep. I want to go get breakfast tomorrow. We can ever wear the same clothes we wore last night so people think we slept together." He laughed.
Maggie giggled, "Should I carry last nights underwear in my hand?"
"I'll be sure to stain my pants."
Maggie laughed loudly at that. "Alright, what time?"
"How about ten, is that enough sleep for you?" Arthur said.
"Yes, that should be fine. And since you're the one who got harassed tonight, I'll buy breakfast."
"Sweet, maybe I can get some pity sex."
Maggie laughed, "You didn't get punched. Don't be such a puss."
Arthur sighed dramatically, "Ok, punch equals sex. I'll remember that next time." There was a short pause, "Good night Maggie. Sleep well."
"Night Arthur." She sighed. "You too."
He hung up and Maggie tried not to be too excited. If he didn't get scared away by Taylor of all people, he could probably handle anything. She finished her cigarette and beer, allowing herself to relax a little.
She received a text from Matty saying:
Taylor's on a tirade. He feels really bad.
Maggie growled at her phone and texted back, rather angrily:
He SHOULD be. Goodnight. I wont be home tomorrow morning. Don't bother coming over. I'll call you when I'm not so pissed off.
And she turned off her phone and went to bed.