Superman Stole My Panties

Final.

“Morning, Sleepy-head.” Donavan grinned the next morning as I limped out into the living room of his house.

                It was strangely quiet, and I had the feeling we were the only two in the house. My eyes moved around the small room over to a digital clock above the TV. It was late in the morning, which made sense that no one was home.

                He moved over on the couch, patting the empty space next to him. I collapsed into the soft, warm cushions.

                “How’re you feeling?”

                “Horrible.”
                He gave me a sympathetic look, “It’s always going to hurt worst when you first wake up. Should I change the bandages?”

                “Give me a little bit of time.” I shook my head, “I’m starving.”

                He stood up, moving toward the kitchen as he talked, “We have Fruit Loops, Cheerios, Fruit Loops, a kind of old banana, Fruit Loops, apple—”

                “Do you have any Fruit Loops?” I teased playfully.

                He turned to face me, “No, sorry we’re out of those.”
                I rolled my eyes as he winked, turning around to get me a bowl of cereal.

                “Milk?”
                “Sure.”

                A few seconds later, Donavan returned carrying a nearly full bowl of Fruit Loops. The colorful circles floated atop one another in the pool of white liquid beneath. They looked delicious. I took the bowl from him, resting it on my lap gingerly.

                He resumed his original spot on the couch.

                “Have you heard anything from the police?” I asked between mouthfuls of the sugary flamboyant ‘O’-s.

                He shook his head, “I called Ronnie while you were still asleep, but he says no word from them. We’re completely in the dark.”

                I bit my lip, staring into the bowl as I chewed.

                “He said to check your cell phone. He gave them your number from the work records.” Donavan suggested hopefully.

                Instinctively, I moved my hand to my pocket, before I realized I had left it back in my rom. “I don’t have it.”

                “Did you lose—?”

                “It’s at my house.”

                He was silent for a moment while I took another bite and chewed slowly.

                “Do you want to drive down and check things out?”

                I nodded. “I need to know if she’s alive.”

                We agreed to wait until he could replace my dirty Band-Aids and apply more medicine to my skin before we left the apartment. It was strange to see Donavan acting so maturely with me. I liked the change, but wasn’t entirely comfortable with the seriousness yet. My mind kept anticipating his sexual jokes like normal, but none were made.

                He took his time so as not to hurt me as he peeled off the blood-stained old ones. He told me to take a shower before he put any new Band-Aids on so that the water would clean the wounds. Handing me a towel, he retreated back to the living room to give me privacy.