First off, I want to say, I am so so very very sorry that it has been so long since I've updated. I've kind of been addicted to Doctor Who and Torchwood so I was having ideas for those shows instead. I feel so terrible about how long it's been since I updated. Hopefully you'll forgive me, yeah?
So this is a 'series' if you will, that I'm working on. You know those forward messages that everybody gets on myspace/facebook/email. Well I got the one titled "What a Boyfriend Should Do" a couple days ago and it made me want to write a series for them. So I present to you with great joy, The Secret Guide to the Minds of Women: What a Boyfriend Should Do. I hope you enjoy it.
When she walks away from you mad, follow her.
"Abby, I don't understand. What did I do wrong?" Stephen asked confused as she proceeded to storm about the bottom level of their flat, picking up various dishes and brought them into the kitchen where the lab technician was leaning against the counter, completely baffled.
"I don't know another way to explain this two you Stephen," Abby sighed, standing in front of him, her hands on her hips and the look that he had come to know all too well on his face- the look that stated he was bordering on being in big trouble.
"What's the point, Abs," he asked rubbing his hands up down the woman's arms. "You'll just pick them up for me later."
"Argh! You are insufferable!" she screamed, turning on her heel and storming up the stairs to her room.
A few seconds later, Stephen heard her door slam and cursed, his loud tone startling the prehistoric lizard next to him. "Why can't I think before I open my stupid mouth?" he asked Rex. The lizard merely tilted his head to the side before flying off. Stephen sighed before making his way up the stairs.
"Abby?" he knocked on her door.
"Go away Stephen," she growled, turning up her music a bit.
"Abby, please open up. I'm sorry, Abs. That's was a real arse move."
He heard the music go off and then the sound of the young woman making her way over to the door. She opened it and glared at him. "What do you want?"
"I'm sorry. I promise from now on, I'll take care of my dishes. I'll take care of your dishes too, if it'll make you feel better. I'm a grown man-"
"Well that's debatable," she scoffed.
Stephen nodded, "Alright, I'll give that one. I really am sorry Abs," he said pulling her into a hug. He rubbed his hands up and down her back and she buried her head into his chest. "So am I forgiven?" he asked.
"You're doing all of the dishes," she said with a small smile.
"Deal," Stephen grinned, pulling back so he could look her in the eyes. "And I really am sorry. What I said was disrespectful."
"I blame all that time you've been spending with your mates at the pub," she laughed before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him.
So, should I continue this, or just drop it? Tell me what you think. I hope you enjoyed it. Love always, Spike.