“Hey. Parents are in Morocco, hope you don’t mind me stealing your phone a little.” He smiled. I laughed a little.
“It’s hardly my phone.” Ben shrugged.
“So how was work?” He asked.
“It was… Ok. Work is work isn’t it?”
“I guess so.” He chuckled. “Want to have like a movie night or something?”
“Sure. Have you got The Hangover by any chance?”
“I… Do, yes. I love that film.”
He went over to the cupboard where he kept his DVD’s and routed through them, trying to find the right case, while I moved the bean bag closer to the sofa so I could see the TV, and then sat on it.
Ben put the disk in the tray and then left the room while the adverts at the beginning were running. When he came back in he had a 2 liter bottle of coke and two glasses, two massive bowls of popcorn, and a huge bag of Revels, all impressively balanced in his hands.
“You like popcorn right?” He asked. I nodded, jumping up to help him put everything down. I took one of the bowls and a glass, filling it with coke before I sat back down.
“Thanks. Do you have movie nights a lot or something?” I asked raising my eyebrow a little at the stuff he seemed to simply already have all the time.
“Nah. This is just Joe’s nightly diet.” He smirked causing me to roll my eyes. “Well, most times Hannah stays round we end up watching a movie at some point. So kind of I guess…” he added
About half way through the film, my eyelids started to feel heavy, apparently work had really taken it’s toll on me. The last thing I remembered from the movie, was the naked Chinese guy leaping out of the car.
“Frankie!”
I awoke a while later with a jolt, literally. My eyes snapped open as I felt a pain hit my stomach. I saw Joe grinning down at me from his seat on my stomach.
“What the fuck?!” I complained trying to move.
“Sorry. You were sitting in my bean bag. I wanted it back.” He apologized, pushing himself back to his feet.
“Well, you could have woken me up nicely. You didn’t have to jump on me!”
“Again… Sorry. I just couldn’t resist.”
“Oh did I miss the movie?” I asked, the TV was showing normal programs again.
“I guess you did. What were you watching?”
“The Hangover.”
“Aw man! I want to watch that now!” He pouted.
“Well, put it back on if you want.”
“It’s too late now. You know it’s like half twelve right?”
“Seriously?!” I sat up suddenly. “Why are you home so late?”
“Had to get this project finished. Deadline is 9am tomorrow.”
“Oh…” I nodded in understanding, trying to hold back a yawn. “Not that I don’t want to talk or anything, cause I’d love to… But I’ve got to go to be. I’m knackered and I’ve got to be able to get up for work in the morning.” Joe chuckled a little.
“You’re talking as if going to bed is going to offend me in some way. I know people get tired, you don’t have to force yourself to stay awake, and talk to me just cause I’m here.” He smiled. I felt myself blush a little at my stupidity. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll be home a bit earlier and you can make it up to me by talking to me for hours then.” He winked.
It's Not A Question But A Lesson Learned In Time - Chapter Twenty
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