Nathan and I layed intertwined in his bed, watching a rerun of Friends on cable. Nathan was playing with my hair absently and I just had my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, for whatever reason, it was reassuring - as if it made everything more real than it was.
But of course, like all good moments, they must come to an end and my phone started to ring. I groaned and leaned over Nathan to grab it off of the nightstand while he whined for me not to answer. I rolled my eyes and hit the answer button. "What's up?"
"I know what you brother did lastnight and I cannot unhear what I heard," Darian said, cutting straight to the point and without say so much as hello.
I rolled my eyes and leaned back against Nathan's toned chest. "I'm sorry," I apologized.
Nathan snorted and said with a smirk, "I'm not."
I smacked his chest lightly while Darian started to freak out. "Ew, okay, gross! I did not call to talk about this!"
"So what did you call to talk about?" I asked, arching a brow.
My roommate sighed on the phone and I could hear that he was walking on the streets because I could hear numerous cars honking and driving. "I called because I wanted to have lunch with everyone. I have some news I would like to share. Do you know where Samara is?"
As soon as he said her name I jolted upwards. "FUCK!"
Nathan flinched and gave me a look that said, what the shit? Meanwhile Darian slowly said, "I take that as a no?"
I jumped out of the bed, careful to keep the blanket held up so I could cover myself while I rummaged around to find a t-shirt of Nathan's I could borrow so I could go to my room and get dressed. I finally found his black one he always wears and shimmied it on while keeping the phone in my hand. After I got it on I shouted into the phone. "She has my fucking car and I have no idea where she is!"
"You have a car?" Darian asked, sounding completely bewildered.
"I don't have time for questions!" I gritted through my teeth, frustrated that I forgot Sam had my car. I know she'd take care of it, but in the city so many things could happen to it and all those thoughts start rambling in my head.
I went to hang up the phone when Darian yelled, "Meet me at Aroma's at 2!"
Without responding, I hung up the phone and marched to my room in only Nathan's t-shirt. He apparently threw on a pair of boxers and followed me into my room, leaning against the door frame. "Babe, I'm sure the car is fine."
He looked me up and down and licked his lips. "You look extremely hot in my shirt."
I blushed as I looked through my closet to find my high waisted white washed skinny jeans and my red cropped sweater. Finally, I found them and quickly put them on and I turned to Nathan. "Darian wants to meet us at Aroma's in an hour. I'll call Sam and have her meet us there with the car."
Nathan nodded his head and gripped either side of my waist. "I love you, you know that?"
"Hmm," I pretended to think. "I don't know, you only told me about fifty times last night."
My boyfriend feigned a hurt expression and pulled me close. "Don't mock me, princess. You won't like where it'll get you."
I turned us around so he his back was towards my room and my back was towards the hallway. Giving him a challenging smirk I said, "I won't? Because I think I will."
I began to walk backwards to the kitchen and winked, causing Nathan to groan as he followed me. I started to make myself a coffee when Nathan unexpectedly lifted me up onto the counter and had my back completely against the cupboard.
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