After we get on the freeway the silence is broken by Anthony.
"So you like interior design and cooking? Why?" He asks I can tell he is attempting to get to know me.
"I like turning a house into a home. Without cooking, there is no way to make a house into a home." I can feel his eyes on me. I want to look at him, but of course, the person in front of me is a total ass-wod of a driver.
"What the hell? The lady in front of us is going 30mph while the speed limit is 70!!" All I can think right now is when did I become my mother? Her road rage is a little worse.
I hear him mess around with his phone and then One Direction starts to play.
"You don't know you're beautiful!!" He horribly sings making me laugh so hard, I am incapable of saying anything at all. He has rendered me speechless, for once. He is being so cute.
As that song ends another one begins to play 'story of my life'.
I begin to quickly mouth the words because my best friend would kill me if I was singing a song with her baby Harry in it.
"Ariana is going to kill you we made a deal that we would never listen to them without each other." He nods and then starts playing Panic.
We get to IKEA in no time.
"What do you need from here?" He asks.
"I am redecorating our house. I figured we can pick out stuff together." I look down at my hands and start chipping off my black nail polish.
"Good, we need to make it our place." He puts his hand in mine. I quickly slide mine away and open up the car door. I get out and go to the other side. I open the door and he says,
"Thank-you." He doesn't make a sexist joke!! What the actual fuck!? No teasing or hurtful comment, did I just step into another world?
Normally he would so I just give him a goofy grin. Internally I am thinking what's he planning to do.
As we walk into the store I can smell the cafeteria food.
"So what do we need here?" He asks.
"Basically everything for my bedroom, well our bedroom. I agree since we are mates and just a wall away from each other. It will be hard, but we are both mature adults now. I think we can handle this. Also, both our beds are uncomfortable. We always sleep on couches, and I have the money to buy us one. You have given me a home rent-free the least I can do is make sure we have a decent bed." Also, I don't want to be in a bed that has had your conquests in it.
"Okay," he just shrugs it off like it is nothing.
We get over to the bedroom area. I lay on the first one.
"Come lay down with me." He lays down and the bed seems too rough.
"What are your thoughts?" I ask he sits up and says.
"It's too rough," I decide why not tease him.
"I thought you would like it rough." I crawl off the bed as the springs digs into my knee.
I can feel his hot breath over my ear. "Trust me I do, but that bed could not hold what I want to do to you." He steps back and I can feel my reaction due to having very wet underwear. My stomach begins to tingle and bubble.
What is he, Christian Grey? He is literally a god damn FUCKING god. The ones that like dominance and shit. I think he is just doing this to push my buttons! Stupid God damn mate shit!!
I walk to the next one and it looks absolutely perfect until you sink down to the floor, when you get on it.
This is just trash.
"Anna, I think this bed is for people who like to have sex on the damn floor." I start laughing really quietly as I roll my eyes at him.
"Sex on the floor can be amazing y' know." Even though, I have no experience whatsoever with sex.
He just looks at me and asks,
"Who?" Clearly, no one or I would be with him instead of you.
"Why should it matter? You have had sex with other people." He takes a deep breath.
"I have had sex with 4 girls and that was before I found out who my mate was."
Since he was honest, I put one finger up. I am shocked but in a way, I kind of knew it.
"You have only been with 1 guy?" I shake my head no.
"I have never had sex, but there are other ways to take care of needs." I am not ashamed, I did what I had to do. I can't believe I am telling this to him at IKEA! Why don't I just wear a sign that says: I masturbate.
"Good, because I don't like it when something of mine is used. Especially you." So you can be used, but I can't!! What a tart!
"I can say the same about you. If I wanted to lose myself to someone then I would and you would have no say." He growls and walks away.
We get up and move to the next bed and let me say this I am in love, with the bed, not Anthony at this moment. I start to gag at the thought of being in love with him and his ego.
I fill out the paperwork and we go and pick out some bedding. I buy three thinking that is a great start.
"What do you want to do with the room you were going to give me?"
"You can choose." We walk past a baby section and I end up turning around.
You should see the look on his face, he thinks that I would actually do this. No babies, no way!
"Milo is having a boy, I want to buy some stuff for them. Maybe buy them matching outfits." I know my brother wouldn't like that, but guess what, I don't care.
"Oh, okay I will pay for it then." He pulls out his credit card that has no limit. Since he won't let me pay I am only getting a few outfits for my nephew.
"Do you want kids?" He asks me causing my stomach to flip like it is in the Olympics.
"Yeah, but not right now maybe after I am done with my 1-year in college." He smiles and I hand him the outfits.
He pays and we head over to go get some spaghetti. Omg IKEA is the best place to get spaghetti!
"So what classes do you have?" He asks staring at my lips.
"I don't know, I know I will be in the art building a lot. But I have a few shop classes and Math, which is online."
"Really, I have to take one art class this year too, I can't believe you got a bunch of college credits in high-school." He says clearly amazed as I shove a whole meatball in my mouth.
I eat the meatball and feel full so, I start asking questions.
"Do you still keep Mr. Blankie under your pillow?" He blushes and says,
"Yeah, it is all I have left of my mother. Well besides you, she loved you dearly and already had names picked out for when we have kids." He laughs and I look away blushing.
"What are the names?" I ask throwing my napkin at him.
"Remember how obsessed they were over Friends. Ross or Chandler if we had a boy. Phoebe and or Janice if we were to have a girl." He laughs it off.
"Man those girls were obsessed, our mom's would binge watch that for hours!" He finishes and we go and buy a shit-ton of food because he and I eat a lot. We need our strength and if I don't have enough, I won't be able to shift.
When I get home, I open another letter.
Dear Anna, I am so proud of you, you made it through kindergarten without catching cooties. Also thanks for thinking about me, I love spending time with my girl.
-Love, dad.
There is another check with even more money. I don't think my brother got any money, so why am I?
Tears fill my eyes as I put the letter back.
Why are you doing this?