[chapter sixteen]
Disclaimer: If you've heard of them, I don't own them. Everything else is mine, so no stealing, pretty please. ;-)
This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Faye's POV~
"Hey!" I say happily as I open the door to find Jimmie balancing Chinese takeout boxes and a toolkit. "What's up?"
"I thought you could use some reinforcements." Jimmie says with a grin, stepping inside and shutting the door with his foot. "Food and tools."
"Tools?"
"Yeah. To hang stuff up, so this place has a little more character. You know, like you do."
If only he knew how giddy comments like that make me.
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"I don't care."
"You always say that, Faye."
"Well, I don't!" I defend with a grin. "You pick."
"You pick."
"It's just a movie, Jimmie. Be a man and pick one."
"Another crack like that, and I'm going to prove to you what sort of man I am." He teases, making me blush furiously.
Oh, what I wouldn't give…
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He hasn't kissed me yet.
He's just….he's just been around.
Which is great.
He's been a great friend the last few weeks.
But I really want him to kiss me.
Like, a lot.
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I wonder how Matt has been treating him.
I hope they haven't had words.
That would just kill me.
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"I'm so tired…"I yawn as I curl up further on my sofa, the flickering of the movie putting me to sleep. "If I fall asleep and start snoring, please wake me up."
"Nah. I'll just tape it for evidence of how feminine and delicate you are."
"Ass."
"That's me!"
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I could seriously fall for this
man.