I looked over the reviews.
Please don't call me a sir, Mister, or he. I'm a girl and I'd like you to say she, madam, or Miss. Or just say they or them.
I don't mean it rudely. I just don't like being called a boy. I asked other people before not to, so I wish you don't.
That's all.
I walk to the house like I was going to walk into something dangerous. It may be dangerous!
I wish I know Mike more. I want to know if I should stay at his house or not. I want to know if I'll be safe here.
"Want to play games?" Mike opens the door for me.
"Yeah... I guess." I head inside.
Everything is so clean! I thought this place would be a trash heep!
"More clean than your room." Mike pats my butt to make me move in more.
I blush at that. Well both.
The comment, which is true, and him patting my butt.
"Don't touch me there." I let out, turning around to him.
"I learned touching your shoulder gets nowhere and poking your side gets people punched." Mike smirks at me.
"That's... Weird. How do you know that?" I'm more red by that.
It is true. I do react to them that way.
"Just watching you at work." Mike answers as he walks away.
"That's even weirder!" I follow him.
"Are we going to shower together since that's where I'm going." Mike looks at me.
"Nope!" I head to the kitchen quickly.
...
I stare at a coffee maker...
Why does he come to the coffee shop if he has his own coffee maker right at home?!
I head over to it to hide a few things I put into the Heart Warmer.
"Trying to remake it? You don't have the right beans first off and you have flower honey instead clover honey..." I mumble picking stuff up.
I sigh. I need to stop looking around his house. I'll get in trouble with him.
I hear my stomach growl and huff. I don't want to eat right now.
It growls again.
"Your tummy is yelling for food." I hear Mike say from behind me.
"I'm not that hungry. I normally don't eat till one." I turn around. "Where did your shirt go?" I ask the now shirtless boy.
"My house. I can walk around naked if I want to." Mike throws his arms up.
"Pl-Please don't." I turn around to hide my blushing face.
"You can be naked too! I don't care if you do." Mike gets in the fridge.
"I'm not going to be anywhere near you if I'm not dressed!" I snap at him as I turn around.
The guy laughs. "Didn't know you are that shy."
Mike sets leftovers on the counter.
I look at all he set out.
Meatloaf, potatoes, corn, and a random red sauce.
"What's the sauce?" I pick it up.
"It's just to put on the meatloaf. It replaces ketchup." Mike looks at it.
I nod and look around for plates.
"They're under the toaster." Mike said as he puts everything in the microwave.
"OK." I get out the plates.
...
We started eating and things went to my disliking.
I kept bumping into while we got our food. I accidently kept grabbing his hand. I stuttered a lot when I was talking to him. I kept turning red at everything that happened.
Now, I'm heading in his bathroom. I got the sauce all over my pants and have nothing to change into.
I'm embarrassed since all of it ended up right on my private area. It was really hot also.
So, I'm hurting and have my pants on the sink, trying to decide what to do.
"Jerebear, open up. I know you're in there." Mike knocks on the door.
"No Mike. I don't have pants on." I blush a bit.
Why I say that to him? Why?
I close my eyes and sigh. I need to calm down.
"I have pants for you to wear. That's why I want you to open up." Mike turns to handle on the door. "You didn't lock it by the way." He said as he pushes open the door.
"H-Hey!" I put my weight on the door, trying to keep it closed.
Mike was stronger than me and got the door half way opened. "Calm down."
He holds a pair of sweat pants in the door. "Should be about your size."
I was blushing harder as I took the pair of pants. "Th-Thanks."
I try to close the door, but Mike keeps it open for some reason. I frown and try hard to close it, but he still held it open.
"Mikey, I want the door closed." I tell him as I just let go, giving up.
"And I want to make sure you're OK." Mike snaps back at me.
"O-OK." I put on the pair of sweat pants.
They were a little big and I had to tighten them a lot so they would stay in place.
"I'm done." I tell him and open the door more.
"They fit OK? Are you hurting?" Mike starts his normal thing. Asking me a whole bunch of questions.
"They fit OK and I'm fine." I answer him.
I sigh. This will be a weird and embarrassing day if my luck stays like this.