The Memory Playlist

Stay

Niki.

I wake up the next morning, alone. I roll over and see the clock says eight twenty-four. A sliver of light, coming from Andy's bathroom, is shining into his room. I hear something, but I'm too groggy to place it. "Andy!" I groan loudly.

"I'm coming," he says from down the hall. He comes into his room and sits on the bed next to me. "I don't know about you, but I have to wake up this early to get ready. The bus is coming at ten-ish."

I look up at him tiredly. "C'mere," I say.

"I am here." He chuckles.

"Down here," I say.

He laughs lightly, then he slides under the covers with me again. I scoot closer to him and use his chest as my pillow again.

He kisses my head. "I can see you're tired," he says.

"Just a little," I say. As I readjust my head, my chin sinks in a little bit.

"Mm. Cute," he says. "Good morning, Baby Doll."

"Mm, no. Time to go to bed," I say, holding onto him.

"Let me get up," he murmurs.

"No," I say, groaning.

"Baby doll," he sighs.

"Since when did you start calling me 'baby doll'?" I ask, as he's been calling me that for a while now.

"I dunno'. But it shall be your new pet name, since it fits you so well," he says.

"How so?" I ask, looking up at him. By now I'm awake, and I don't feel quite like a baby doll. I've heard of baby girl, but not of baby doll.

"Well, you're cute and small. Just like a little baby's toy doll." He kisses my forehead.

"Fine," I say, relenting to the name. It is kind of cute. I cuddle into him even further.

"Niki," he whines.

"No. You're my pillow for the next few minutes," I say.

"I left my shower running," he says. Oh. That's what that sound was.

I yawn. "Stay. Please," I say.

He chuckles. "I need to shower, baby."

"No you don't," I say.

He chuckles again, then he kisses my head and lets me go. "I'll be out in a few minutes. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen."

I groan but let him go.

Andy slips out from under me and goes into his bathroom, where the sound of running water is. He shuts the door, leaving me in complete darkness.

I grumble as I stand up. I walk out into his kitchen and try to figure out how to work his coffee machine in my state of grogginess. It's one of those stupid ones that have the cups that you put in and all that shit, and finally I give up on it and go for a Monster in his fridge.

Getting dressed, a band shirt with shorts and thigh highs with garters attached (as tonight those'll be needed to keep them up) my selection for the day, and pulling my bags towards his door is time consuming and brainless, and before I know it I'm outside of his house. On his green porch, I smoke a cigarette as I wait for him to grab all of his bags. A few minutes later I hear the front door open and shut again behind me. As I take another drag, I feel Andy's long, lanky arms around my waist. The sensation is warm and comfortable, and it only makes me want to drag him back to his very comfy bed and cuddle with him even more.