She groaned and tried to open her heavy eyelids. Another groan filled her ears. This one decidedly male due to the rumbly-ness. Ooh… The phone stopped ringing. Oh well.
She rolled over, the bed sheets tangling around her body like mummy wrappings. Oh there is no greater sight in the world then a cute boy in the morning. Sigh. Even better a cute naked boy.
She fought back a giggle and watched Mike sleep. Should she be comparing him to Paul? Wouldn’t that me a slightly male thing to due. She’d been hanging about with lads for so long she was starting to think like them. Mike was good looking in an American way. Strong bone structure and well-defined features. He didn’t have Paul’s gorgeous… oh… so lovely eyes. And as for in bed… god.
She fought back another round of giggles but Mike opened his eyes. He yawned and stretched his arms before looking at Gabby. ‘Oh, morning”
She smiled “Morning”
He stared at her for a bit. She stared back and then giggled. There was no use being deep about it.
She sat up, pulling the top sheet with her and got up to find her clothes. Ah, bugger it. She went to her closet and disappeared from view.
“So” mike called to her “Any chance you’ll want to get together again?”
Gabrielle poked her head out and frowned while pulling her under things on “Isn’t the point of a on night stand that it only lasts one night?”
Mike ran a hand through his unruly hair “Well, yes… but, you were. That was…”
Gabrielle pulled her head back to search for a skirt. She was supposed to be taking Cyn out for shopping and lunch with Ms. Nicholls (who was curiously absent from the party the night before) since they were leaving her in a week. Then she’d be on her own.
Gabby slowly buttoned her blouse as she thought about that. Alone. Well... with Montana. It would be fun. School started in three weeks anyway.
“Gabby?” Mike was saying, she poked her head out again “Yes?”
“I-uh, so, we aren’t… I like you a lot” he blushed in a cute way. So, this was Mike sober. She couldn’t decide if she liked him better on downers, uppers, or nothing better. Cute Naked boy that he was.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend, Megan I mean” she asked,
He blinked “Well… yes, but don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“No” he ran his hand across his chin and reached over for a picture on her bedside table. One of Paul and Gabrielle. Her arms around his neck and he was carrying her. They were of course, as usual, drunk of their rockers. Gabby wasn’t sure who took the picture. She’d found it in the box with the others. She supposed it was Peter at the wedding.
“No that’s just my friend” she said taking the picture from Mike and smiling at it before replacing it back on the table.
“Paul” she said
Mike grinned, “A friend that you happened to sleep with?”
She shrugged “Well it doesn’t matter now, does it. He isn’t… and wasn’t my boyfriend”
Mike grinned, “So what were you”
She grinned back at him “Fuck buddies”
“May I be your fuck buddy, Gabby?”
She giggled “Of course”
** * * * * * * * * *
George groaned and let the phone slip from his fingers. He rested his face on the counter. “She still isn’t picking up” he muttered
“Well maybe she’s gone out or something” Louise suggested
George rolled his eyes “I can’t be bothered to sit here waiting for her to get home and answer her phone” he lied “I’m going to Paul’s”
