Sooner or Later...You'll Want Me Again

SOL...YWMA [Ch. 24]

Previously: “Um, Cory? I thought you were taking me to a bar?” I questioned. I look up at his house in wonder. “No, I said I was going to take to somewhere that has the best bartender in town…me. Look, you’re a freaking celebrity, the last thing you need is to be seen wasted out of your mind at a bar,” he explained. He leads me upstairs and to his bedroom. I walk over and bend to look at all the alcohol he has stored. “I’ll have a strawberry margarita my good man,” I tell him just as properly as he had. “You’re already drunk,” he laughed. “I’m not drunk,” I clarified. “Isyss, don’t. You’re drunk,” he tried. “I’m not drunk,” I defended. “Isyss,” he began, his voice a little shaky. “You’re drunk,” he continued, finding a lame excuse for my actions. “I’m not drunk,” I tell him yet again. “Cory?” I said. “Hmm?” he said. “I think I’m drunk,” I admitted. “I know,” he rubbed my back soothingly as I drift off into a blissful sleep in his arms. This. This is my Utopia…

Chapter 24

Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Oh. My. Heavens. What in the hell is that un-Godly awful sound?

Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Make it stoooop. I keep my eyes closed and cover my head with a pillow, trying to muffle the sound.

Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Oh to the M effing G! What is that stupid sound?! I hear a groan from next to me before feeling the bed shift.

Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

“Ugh,” a voice cries in frustration, wanting to make the noise stop as much as I do. I open one eye and look over to him. He was wrapped in his covers next to me.

Errrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

It was then I realized that I’m in bed with Cory; in his bed. Both my eyes shot open as I realized this. I gasped and sat up, the covers falling from my upper body. I looked down at myself and noticed I was in the same clothes I came over here with. Phew!

I sighed in relief. That’s a good sign. I would have hated to have done something with him and not remember in the morning. Wait, what do I remember from last night?  I sighed and rubbed my hands up my face and through my hair. My fingers caught a few tangles in my hair so I continued doing so until it was straighten.

Errrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

I heard the noise again. Cory groaned in aggravation again. “Make. It. Stop,” he mumbled from under the covers. I giggled at the irony of him saying what I said in my head. I looked around and tried to find the source of the noise. His phone. It’s on the bedside table next to me. I picked it up and lay on my back on the bed. I looked at the screen.

“Someone’s calling you,” I say with a laugh. The name that popped up is saved as Don’t Answer. Really? He named someone that? Cory shifted under the cover and soon I saw his head pop out. His hair was ruffled from his movements and his eyes were heavy from sleep. He looked at me, almost shocked to see me.

But soon after, his shock turned to remembrance as he looked all over my face. He closed his eyes and licked his lips. “Answer it,” he told me casually, not caring who exactly it is. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. I know it’s not her calling now, but shouldn’t he be worried that it’s Sandy or something? Wouldn’t that stir up some drama if I answer Cory’s phone this early in the morning?

“But it—”

“Answer it,” he said with exaggeration, snuggling deeper into the covers. I rolled my eyes and pressed the answer button. I yawned before greeting the stranger.