Ain't Life Grand? (Cristiano Ronaldo)

A Day with Friends

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked as Jack appeared in my front door. Sure, I answered when I heard the knock, but wasn't expecting him here. At all. Did I invite him over? Were we going somewhere? "Are we dating again?!" 

Jack's eyes widened for a moment, before turning a shade of red. I must've embarrassed him some way. Have I hurt his ego? Am I leading him to believe we might start up again?

"N-no!" He answered all to quickly.

"Hey I wouldn't be bad as a girlfriend. We dated before!"'I defended myself jokingly, as I invited him into the house.

"I-I'm not s-saying th-that we wouldn't I-" Jack stuttered. Oh goodness, I've set this guy to stuttering mode. In the three years we've dated, I've come to the realization that if he was stuttering then you've really embarrassed him.

"Chiiiiiiill. Let's be zen." I put my hand together, trying to calm him down. He chuckled at my comment.

"So you really don't know why I'm here?" He looked heartbroken, but it was a fake one. I shook my head.

"I haven't been knowing much things lately." I shrugged as if short term memory loss wasn't a big issue. Was it?

"Typical." He smiled, resting his arm on my shoulders, he reminded me I agreed to hang out with him today, as he led us out the door. My head comprehended what he said, and I cursed myself out for forgetting that. Thank goodness I changed.

After I had gotten home from dropping Mari off the airport, I took a nice shower, before stepping out and let my hair air dry. Then I changed into a grey and white floral tee from American Eagle, grey shorts from Guess, and black Gladiators.

I grabbed my keys just before the door closed, and locked it from the outside. Jack smacked my ass when I was turned, and I laughed smacking his in return. 

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Jack took us to a local cafe not to far from the house. Geez, I need start calling it my house. My. Well my Mother's and I. Where has that woman been? She left me yesterday. And had yet to return. But beside the general wonderment of where my own Mother was, Jack and I had fun. Other than him getting mauled by girl fans and paparazzi it was good. We only stayed at that cafe and just talked. He had updated me on his tour, how well it was going, and he wishes I was the merch girl again.

"Oh gosh, remember when I told the girl that we ran out of shirts her size, and she like attacked me because of that? I swear she was fucking crazy!" I laughed at the past memory of a fake manicured brunette jumped over the table to scratch me in the face.

"I remember her being pulled off by Gabe and Suarez too! Then she was all crying being sue didn't mean it, latching onto freakin' Gabe." He continued to tell the memory.

"And how she was all touching him!"

"Vicky was so pissed!" We both laughed so hard, and I tend to slap the table of anything solid when I did. So when I started to bang the table I accidentally stabbed my hand on the fork for my apple pie.

"Oh bitch titty caca!" I cursed out on pain. Jack took my injured finger and gave it a soft kiss. My lips curved to a smile, as I reminisced on how he would always do that whenever I hurt myself. Before, and after we dated too. "Well..." I started saying after awhile. 

"Hmm?" 

"That didn't help whatsoever but it was sweet." I gave him a cheesy smile. He chuckled before averting his eyes to a blond who pulled up next to our table. I hoped it wasn't a fan. They ruined everything sometimes. My eyes followed his to see Bridget. 

My excited scream caused the entire, mildly crowded café goers to jump up in utter surprise. They hushed me all together. But I could honestly care less, man, café people. They're the nicest, they ask for a picture or two, then leave you be. My legs wrapped around Bridge's waist as I tackled her to the ground.