I trudged into the living room after bailing from the club at about one in the morning at the sound of Will slinging a sleeping Christina in his arms bridal style, she curled to his chest instinctively and I watched him carry her weight in. She was dead asleep and he lugged her to the couch.
"She fell asleep at my place" he told me before I could think to open my moth to question my knocked out friend. "We watched a movie after dinner at my apartment and she fell asleep I swear" He added as if I was her father or a cop instead of a fragile Christmas Angel ornament girl playing along I nodded and smiled speedily at him.
"I believe you Will" I told him earnestly as he gently set my friend on the couch. As to not wake her, like she was a miniscule infant and the most precious thing in the world. I wish, sometimes that a boy would look at me like that.
And not to just think of me as a younger sister dammit.
But I was glad that my Christina found someone who would treat her right. She deserved it.
"She thinks the world of you" He informed me looking at her longingly for a moment. He must really like her.
"She's my best friend She has been since sophomore year" I told him getting out the motrin and water. No doubt Christina was a light weight and could never drink much without her head hurting.
I was the mommy in our relationship.
"You watch UFC?" He asked looking at what I fell asleep momentarily to on the television. I shrugged half heartedly.
"Sometimes, Its not nearly as good as bar fights or movie fights but it's cool" I watched it for a moment th fight I fell asleep was just wrapping up. I saw the winner the mouth guard before looking at him.
"You fight?" I asked he shrugged his shoulders. Not giving a clear amswer. Mayne a yes, maybe liked and bet. He seemed like the betting kind to me.
"I can't talk about it" He told me as if working off another mind. I to him mostly surprised that he even bothered with an answer. Definitely another point for the bartender boy.
"Rule One of the fight club don't talk about the fight club. Second rule of the fight club? Don't fucking talk about the fight club" I restated with a laugh. He looked at me sideways. His blonde hair flopping into his eyes as he raised his pale eyebrows.
"You watched that movie?" He asked as if I just told him I benched an unreasonable amount of weight. I rolled my eyes.
"Meet my family" My mostly male excluding my badass Aunt Tori Uncle Bud and Aunt Tori owned a tattoo shop and it wasn't odd to be sandwiched between two regulars with as much muscle as tattoos with little to no skin. My Aunt worked let time as .
"Get some sleep" I told him waving him off as he looked at Christina longingly once again.
"Here?" He looked tired as hell but I wasn't going to make him sleep here. That was his choice.
"Whichever it was nice meeting you Will, I'm gonna get as sleep myself." Somthing came up on my mind and I sighed.
"Here's the talk" I told him marching up to look at him. I was practically required as a roommate and a beat friend to give he speech. I hated it.
"If you ever decide to create harm against my absolute best friend then I am perfectly obligated to rip your balls off without a second thought. understood?" I asked. He looked down at me and nodded.
"Your nice I just needed that out of the way Night!" I shouted returning to my bed.
A week and a half later, while Christina was getting to know Will and I tried hard not to think about Four, about how he made me feel.
I've never had Is crush like this before... but hey It he guy was Is dead ringer for Paul Walker but even hotter Beacuse he had Tattoos and given my history with growing up with more ink then skin and more muscle than fat it didn't tale a guy like my actual brother, Caleb to figure out. Tattoos were sexy therefore…
No one could blame me.
I slept soundly and woke to my alarm clock singing Fences by Paramore playing soft enough so it doesn't up with a blaring sound, but not to soft so I didn't wake up, although I' . . I hit stop and dragged myself from my warm bed.
I worked nights, prime time at the most expensive restaurant in Chicago, so my afternoon wakeup call wasn't so much of a downside for me.
I checked the clock to find that it was only ten. I didn't have work until six.
I dragged myself large dresser and threw on running shorts and a sports bra. I didn't like showing much skin usually, but no one recognizes me on a run and I dissent exactly have a body to be ashamed of.
I braided my hair on each side of my neck and looked down at my six pack. It's been awhile since I've gone on a run.
I turned on my music loudly and looked over to see Christina and Will spooning on the couch. I smiled to myself and went out to the street.
I had jogged for eight miles strong, I wasn't as out of shape as I thought I was, but I wasn't nearly as good as before winter started. I was still trying to kick up my pace even before I heard shouting. I turned around in time just to see a large black dog leaping midair so he could tackle my small frame straight to the ground.