MIA
The next morning I woke up with a feeling of being crushed. And let me tell you it was not a comfortable position to be in. Plus I felt like I was being crushed beneath a heating furnace. Somebody put me on ice I do not give a fuck right now.
To be honest, I liked getting ablaze in this heat, it reminded me of fire in the cold forest. Life nurturing and just something that helps you to remind you of your home.
I am reading too many books and being philosophical and it is just morning. Shut your trap, Mia. This is not helping.
I struggled to push the weight away but it was like pushing a mountain. Cursing I opened my eyes and found my dear old neighbor laid above me and snuggling against my neck. It felt like his lips were on the sweet spot of my neck. Yes, yes definitely they are pressed against me like the rest of his muscular and powerful body.
Oh, dear.
Shut up, Mia.
"James, get up. Move your butt, you lazy man." I tried to move at least myself from under him but he hugged me tighter than ever. I did try to move further but it was completely useless, his grip was still tight. I huffed as this resulted in something I certainly did not want. He ended up really kissing the sweet spot on my neck. I gasped in pleasure or surprise I do not know.
Did you think it would have affected him in any way?
No.
I kept on pushing him until he was on the edge of the couch I shook him one last time before pushing him to the ground. I am sorry that he has to wake up like this but he was not waking up at all. And I really did not want to wait to see what else he would do in his sleep. My neck still had a tingling feeling on the spot his lips did their sweet torture.
Mia, I swear to God, stop embarrassing yourself, you just woke up.
He groaned and cursed loudly, "What the hell?"
He seemed to realize what was happening as he got up and noticed that it was my apartment and we were sleeping on my couch.
"What's the time, Mia?" He brushed his wild hair with his fingers.
"It's 8 in the morning. Bloody hell I'll am going to be late." I jumped off the couch and started to go through the things in my bag.
"Same shit shit Ryan is going to kill me. I'll meet you in the evening. Bye." James quickly said goodbye and left.
Thank God he did not remember kissing me on my neck. Talking to him would be even more embarrassing then.
There was a knock on my door and I saw James with a plate full of fresh fruits.
"I could not do much, here is your breakfast. Please eat this alright?" James stood with a pink face.
"Thank you, James. Did you eat anything though?" He is literally so sweet and perfect I will kill myself.
"Uh, no I will have something on the way." He shrugged.
"Ah, none of that. We can share these come on." I called him in.
"Sugar, I would love to but I really need to get going. Naomi is going to come late today, so Ryan will be moody." He tried to decline my offer.
"Alright, I would hate to stall you then, but here take these few slices at least." I offered some apple and orange slices off my plate.
"Thanks, Sugar, I will finally see you in the evening, final goodbye...till evening!" He then rushed down the stairs. I guess even he did not have the time to wait for the elevator. He is a good man.
I closed my door and quickly got ready and was on my way, I was trying to remember what happened last night, the last I remembered we were playing Uno and James and I were tired and we were still playing. Then we slept during the game I guess.
The day passed in a blur. There was an old cabinet that needed to be repaired apart from the rusty front door but my boss was least bothered. All he cares about is his money.
I had to reason with Mr. Smith for more than an hour before he agreed on fixing the door but not the cabinet. On days like this, I miss my old job and Mrs. Hunter. She was so understanding and supportive of my decisions but she didn't let me do whatever I wanted. It wasn't like I took advantage of the trust she had put in me. Both of us wanted what was best for the library and we were a good team. And we loved the library and not the money of course like Mr. Smith. He just was greedy and a bossy piece of crap. I mean he is the boss, so he will be bossy. But Mrs. Hunter was also a boss and she was nothing like this man. There is a difference between two different bosses of course. I need to eat something, I am hungry.
I was thinking to call her, I miss her scolding me for not taking care of myself and not eating properly even though she had just shared her lunch with me. For an Old woman, she surely had the strength to bicker with me and made me do what she wanted. She is a sweet yet stubborn woman. She had that old funny, sweet, and caring grandma type of aura radiating from her. She was the best mother figure that I could ever find. Her eyes were filled with wisdom yet a spark of playfulness. She is a kindhearted woman, like the ones who adopt you the moment you meet them and then take care of you just like a mother would do.
Just thinking about her made me smile. I'll call her during my lunch break.
***
I bought myself a sandwich and dialed Mrs. Hunter.
"Hello, who's speaking?"
"Mrs. Hunter, you didn't save my number? It's me, Mia."
"Oh, Hello dear. Ricky gave me this thing called a smartphone? Dearie this is a mess." She sighed.
"YOU GOT A SMARTPHONE THAT'S AWESOME!" Thank gosh that no one payed any attention to me because I shouted really hard.
" How do you people use this thing?"
" It's simple really. We can facetime anytime we want!"
"Ricky said this was simple too. I can't understand a single thing going here. Sometimes I see this thing you people call Instagram? Then I get follow requests because Ricky posted my pictures and he said that people find me cute and want to be my friends? How can I be friends with someone I haven't even met?"
"I'll tell Rick to set everything up for you don't worry. And I'm sending you my friend request please accept it. You have met me right?"
" Of course. One more thing, dear? What is memes?"
"It should be 'what are memes? And memes are....memes?"
"Huh?"
"Memes are like jokes including photos and people use those to communicate and it's a means of spreading joy in the world. I'll send you my favorite memes."
"Ricky said the same thing."
" Of course he did. Don't worry you'll be good to go soon."
" I hope so. Now enough about me, tell me how are things going on for you?"
" Everything's just fine. I am missing everyone and you especially."
"Oh, sweetheart, we are missing you too. Tell me are you coming back for Christmas?"
" I can't promise, but I'll try. And Christmas is still away."
We talked for about half an hour and before I know it my break is over.
"I'll call you later, Mrs. Hunter. I gotta go my break's over."
"Okay, dear. Take care of yourself."
"You too. Don't take too much stress. Love ya."
It's Saturday and I'm just getting ready for the party. James told me it's a house party so I'm not overly dressing up and doing just minimal make-up. I am pretty bad at these things. If you want to punch a bully, I'm your girl but this, this messes my brain.
I just did the basic foundation and applied lipgloss and took a pepper spray in my handbag. Should I take a handgun too? No no that'll be too much.
I had just worn my shoes when I heard James knocking on my door.
I opened the door for him and he stepped inside.
He took in my appearance and nodded.
"The jumpsuit looks great on you but I would suggest not wearing combat boots to a birthday party where the hosts are going to announce a pregnancy."
"Fighting is easy in boots." I shrugged.
"I don't think you'll have to fight someone in a house party where people are going to enjoy."
"You never know where you'll find a prick. It's better to be prepared."
"Okay, it's your wish. You do know that I'm a Sargeant right?"
" I do know that, yes."
"Ryan and Naomi are cops too."
"I know that."
James sighed and smiled at me.
"You are a dork."
" How?"
"You just are now let's go crash a party!"
" I am invited there, can't say about you."
We laughed and climbed down the stairs. We entered my car and James gave me the directions to Ryan and Naomi's home.