My dream last night was based on the movie "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days" the movie. Seeing as I watched it so many times and I just can't get the scenes out of my mind..I started to dream of it. It was an afternoon and a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies were made in my apartment, he Matthew McConnaughey(Unknown American Dude) was there for we just came from riding on his motorcycle to the top of this mountain which I do not recall..all I know is that I made a scene out of it, because I was playing as Kate Hudson.
Back in my apartment he demanded silence as he and I ate the cookies on the dining table. He thought to himself. On the other hand, I sat looking everywhere in outright boredom! As I ate the cookies lazily. He thought to himself.."If she keeps quiet and I don't think of her after I eat these cookies then I will I break-up with her...and if I see her face after I eat these cookies then that means that I love her and will stay." I looked at him in irritation as he sat across from me..staring. I turned around as I heard a shuttering sound and then came up my mail from the shoot from the first floor.
I got up to see the mail and in it was mostly for my friend who was out. Only one was for me and it was my check from work, I couldn't read the writing and when I finally did I couldn't understand or count how much I have been given! It was embarrassing to ask him to count it for me or even worse for me to count infront of him! Let's face it! I'm horrible in Math and I still have a hard time counting. I sat back down and didn't open the letter, for I decided to wait till he left so then I could slowly count the money it contained. He broke off the mid-air that was passing through the room due to our silence and he said "Why won't you open it?" He wasn't all that curious, because he knew it was my check, but he was curious as to why I won't open it infront of him.
"Are you afraid that if I know how much you make..I'll try to borrow money from you?" He questioned me. I wiped my hands on my apron and looked down as I fidgeted with my two index fingers. "No! It's not that..it's that..I can't read what it says and also I can't count how much I've earned." I said in a deep small voice. He asked me again and wondered if I was really thinking what he was thinking. I yelled it out, "It's because I can't count fast! There I said it..I'm horrible at Math and I can't read the damn envelope. Are you happy now?" I slid the envelope off the table as I was preparing to walk away. He swallowed the last parts of the cookie in his mouth and wiped his hands.
He grabbed my wrist and said " Come here..Then why didn't you say so..I'll help count with ya." He smiled. I turned around, with the envelope tightly in my hand with both hands up to my chin with glimmering eyes that cried joy. "Then can you also help me with my taxes?" I asked. He had agreed and asked me for a calculator. I got a chair and dragged it next to his and I sat like a cat with my tush out and my face indulge on the table with paper and pens and multiple cash and bills. He asked when I last paid my taxes and I couldn't answer his question, because my friend mostly does our taxes. I was going to take the cookies off the table but he asked for some milk to go with the cookies instead. I guess doing taxes makes people hungry and thirsty.
I watched him with delight~It was cute we both had our eyeglasses on. He crunched the numbers and finally moved on to my check..We both took a deep breathe before opening it. But, as he was about to open it..I freaked out and asked him, if I could open it myself. He gave it to me, instead of using my fingers, because the damn thing almost tore up a bill inside! I got the knife from the drawer and slit it open. He looked surprised, but it wasn't my first time I had used the knife for other practical things a normal scissor should do. He shook his head and took out the money and only a bunch of 500 dollar bills came rushing on the table. He counted by adding each bill to another and separated the other half for my taxes. In the end I had made more than 2000 dollars.
Surprising, how much a magazine editor can receive. Everything was done and I still had my head over next to his to see the amount of money I had made. And, I didn't notice I was breathing so closely to him. He looked to his right side and there my face met his. I moved aback and cleared my throat.."Thanks for helping me.." I said as I held all the papers and envelopes that were on the table. I had asked him where I could stash my money without it getting stolen..and at first I suggested my drawer or closet, but he said my friend could easily access it without my knowledge. The kitchen? The shoe compartment? My underwear and bra drawer? Sock drawer? My bag? All was turned down except for the underwear and bra drawer that idiot pervert.
Lastly, I just left it in its envelope and placed it on top of the fridge, where my friend couldn't find it, because she tries to stay away from food. She doesn't steal from me at all, it's just that she's been having money problems lately and she seems desperate to get money. He helped me place it ontop of fridge, and we both went back to the table. We may be going out at some sorts and are calling ourselves "girlfriend" and "boyfriend" now, but with my weird short episodes of god knows what and short temper fits and his logical and simple mind we both easily clash. Like, he would say something to hurt me when I'm being short-tempered or trying to make him jealous which is not so often. Other than that I like him, but I'm not so sure for him.
It's one of those "He likes you, but he loves her(or anybody else)" kind of thing. I really don't know how he feels about me. Although, we're comfortable to go each other's apartment, family, work, and friends. But, that's mostly it and sure we have dates, but I feel like were lacking. I try to hide it, because I don't want to lose him again. Meanwhile~back at the table..the cookies are all gone and the milk too! "I have to grocery shopping for milk tomorrow.", I think to myself. we're quiet once again and it's time for him to decide is what he's thinking. He looks anxious and determined on how he will say it to me, but it's almost time to go for it's really late at night. sure, he could stay the night..all he has to do is ask, but in his case it's a chicken out and go home or stay and stay over the night.
I begin to make sounds with my lips and something automatically clicks. Through his eyes, he closes them and thinks deeply and sees me and he opens them once again and see's me again. It's been decided that he really does love me..all he has to do is say it. He moves over closer to me on the table and grabs my hands from the side and says "I Love You~". Shocked! yet Shocked some more...I tremble on my words and can't produce a single sound..for once in my life I'm speechless. He looks at me as if he's asking me to say something or at least say that I love him too. I can't or more likely my lips won't. I just cry and lay me head on his warm hands and the words come out "I Love You Too." He gets up from the table without even letting go of my hand and bends down infront of me, asking as to why I'm crying.
I first off apologized for lying that I made the cookies that I actually just bought them from Mrs. Fields Cookies the day before. And, he just laughed..I also apologized for being hard to deal with and sometimes on some days it's very hard to put up with me. He says nothing and kisses me gently on the lips to stop my tears from flowing down my face. The trials are finally over and the obstacles begin, working on a messed-up relationship from the start is hard.. But, I really thank those cookies for without them he wouldn't have decided to stay with me and it's funny how every time I tell people our story of how we officially became exclusive or so..people call us the Cookie Couple. Funny, though because he did spend the night, but on the couch because he said that my salty tears ruined the kiss..but before we went to bed we said our I Love You's to each other from two separate rooms. Leaving the cookie platter on the table.
I hope I don't get ants.
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