(Fee-bee) Phoebe was a part time college student.
But that was before HE came into her life, Phoebe was a lot of things before HE popped up.
She WAS;
a virgin
a full-time worker at the hotel near her apartment
seemingly always late on her rent
a...
AN: 1,000 READS!!! I feel like I should spout off an acceptance speech. But instead I'll just leave this update.
An alarm goes off and as I'm turning it off, I can't for the life of me understand what it's for. It's my day off, why would I need an alarm? So, I go back to sleep only for another alarm to go off 10 minutes later. I grumble and nearly throw the damn device across the room.
"You'll be rushing later if you don't get up now." A deep voice mummers.
My head pops up from my pillow and I have to pry my eyes open to see Mr. M next to me. How did I not notice him? It's obvious now that our sides are pressed against each other. He's always warm too. He slept on his back while I slept on my stomach so I have to lean on my elbows to really look at him. We're both bundled up in my covers but there's an air hole at the top where I can see his relaxed sleepy face.
He opens one eye to look at me. "Get in the shower, I'll make us some breakfast." His voice is thick with sleep.
I don't bother with responding because I know that my response won't sound human. I slowly gaze around the room and it suddenly clicks why it all looks too familiar.
We're in my apartment.
On a Monday morning.
I have class.
One expletive later and I'm jumping into action.
While showering, everything slowly starts making sense again. Mr. M and I spent all Sunday at the ice skating rink and because of that we didn't get back until late last night. I told him to stay instead of going to a hotel, it's not like we haven't slept in the same bed before. We were supposed to watch a movie but we fell asleep before it even started.
I also remember him turning off the TV when it got too loud and started bothering our peaceful slumber. Soon after he cocooned us in my sheets, only for me to wake up wondering where the hell I am.
I exit my bathroom and immediately smell bacon. The smell acts like a magnetic pull so I don't even bother getting dressed, instead I walk straight towards the kitchen in my towel.
Mr. M's sitting on one of the barstools eating while reading a newspaper. He cocks an eyebrow at me as I walk past but he doesn't say anything. I see that we have no coffee but the evidence indicates that Mr. M tried to make some. Betsy, my coffee maker, is a unique masterpiece (or piece of junk) and there is a specific way to get her to work. One of Ross' exes gave her to me and as an engineering major she added useless components to it that I'll never use.
As I get the coffee started, I look to see a pile of bacon on a plate along with a plate already made for me. I smile at Mr. M when he looks up to the sounds of Betsy. She doesn't sound too good when just starting.
I want to kiss him but I'm torn. This moment feels way to comfortable, like, I wouldn't mind having this routine everyday.
That's a dangerous feeling.
Mr. M notices my change in attitude but before he can say anything I give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I should go get dressed." I say and then I skip away to my closet.
My eyes immediately look for the happiest articles of clothing because I'm undeniably chipper. Wow, sleeping next to a man without sex can be great for your mood. But I'm positive that waking up next to a man that you had sex with feels the same. The difference really lies within how great the sex was.
I finally decide on my white and yellow romper with white sandals. It's risky to wear but I'll just have to be careful.
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I walk back to my kitchen to see Mr. M cleaning up.
"You don't have to do that." I tell him. He cooked, the least I can do is clean up the mess.
He continues like I never said anything. "Eat. I'll drive you to class." Mr. M finishes up the dishes and heads off for a shower of his own. I remember now that I saw some of his clothes laid out.
As Mr. M drives, I read over an article that my professor sent to the class. I'm so immersed in the reading that I don't notice when he parks in front of my class building. It takes me a minute to realize that the vehicle is no longer in motion but when I do, I turn to talk to Mr. M. I have some time before class begins.
"What are you going to do today?" I ask. He took his suitcase and my apartment is locked. I want him to stay but it's not likely.
"Going to my apartment."
'So he is leaving.' I can't help the sadness but I don't let it show.
"Well, I hope you to make it home safely!" I lean over to kiss Mr. M on the cheek but he moves last minute and I end up kissing his lips. Instantly I forget why I didn't kiss him earlier. 'Damn his lips are nice.' As I reach over to bring us closer, Mr. M breaks the kiss.
The look in his eyes tell me that he hasn't forgotten my change in mood earlier and he wants to know what happened. I don't know what my eyes are saying in return but, he breaks eye contact and turns his body away from me.
Feeling rejected, I mummer a goodbye and leave the car.
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After classes I'm drained. As I make my way to the bus stop I remember that I need to collect my bill analysis for next semester. I have some money saved up for the first payment required but I want to know the new plan options available to me.
I walk to my school's business office and give the lady at the front desk my information. I also have explain to her why I'm there.
"Oh! We were just about to send it to you but since to you're here...." She goes off to retrieve something while I'm looking at her back confused. I'm downright dumbfounded when she hands me an envelope with a scholarship packet attached. I haven't even applied for anything recently, I've been too busy. "Congratulations dear." The lady says cheerfully.
I walk away from her because it was expected but I truly think she has the wrong person-that is until I see my name in bold letters.
I sit down on a bench waiting for my bus and I look through the packet. Some company is funding for me to go to college full time.
'Why does this company sound familiar?' I ask myself.
The last page lists some of the top executives for the company. My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets because I see the one name that connects it all together.
Marceles.....
AN: HAPPY 1000!!!! Expect another update days. I'll be doing shorter chapters from now on, the updates will be more frequent I think.
