This was not going well. The two of us had gone back to sleep, lacking the clothes this time around, and once we woke up I’d gone straight to making my specialty; pancakes. I treated Maxxie to a generous serving of them, hoping he wouldn’t notice my lame attempt to butter him up, before hopping off to go get ready. An hour later and I was ready to go. Maxxie…not so much. The lazy ass was still lying in bed in his boxers.
"C'mon, it'll be nice" I whined, rolling around on the bed to try and make Maxxie actually do something.
"It won't be nice. It’ll be like yesterday but with food." He sulked.
"Food makes things nice. And besides, I'll talk if it starts getting awkward"
"Food doesn't make things nice."
"Then clearly you haven't had the right food. C'monnnn, do it for me?" I asked, fluttering my eyelashes and giving him the puppy dog eye treatment.
Apparently it didn’t work. Instead of getting “oh, of course I’ll do it for you, my sexy American boyfriend”, all I got in response was a scowl. I flashed him a hurt look, which wasn’t entirely fake and all he did was roll over, yanking the comforter over his face.
"I don't want to go."
Tough luck, buddy, you’re going. I flopped onto my stomach and poked him.
"I didn't get my therapy for yesterday's disaster. How d'you expect me to deal with today?" he laughed.
"I'll make it worth your while" I said, my voice husky. Sure I was faking but he didn’t need to know that.
He threw the comforter over me and I frowned, even though he couldn’t see. "You fucking better."
I pulled the comforter off my face and pouted at him. "Maybe I won't if you're gonna be like that" I said, trying not to smile.
Next thing I know, Maxxie’s on top of me, pinning me down with the comforter. Wow, bitchy Maxxie is dominant Maxxie. "That's a shame. Maybe I won't go to lunch, then."
"You're being exceptionally mean today" I said, leaning up to kiss his nose but not quite making it all the way since, well since I was pinned down.
"I'm feeling exceptionally mean today." He said, almost snapped, and stood up.
"I don't like you when you're mean. I already feel like reaching for my rape alarm" I laughed.
"It's only fair. You make me go see my mum, I'm a bit bitchy," he paused, pretending to consider something, "it could be fairer."
"Oh? How so?"
"I don't seem to be getting anything out of this."
"Hey, I've politely hinted at sex in return, mister"
"I got the hint. But it's still only a hint."
"Your point?" I asked, trying not to smile. I was going to make him work for this, even if he did technically deserve it.
"My point is, if you want me to go to lunch and be nicer than I was yesterday, you'd be better off promising, than hinting."
I sighed dramatically. "What am I promising you, then?"
The corner of his mouth twitched. "Do you really need me to spell it out?"
"Yup. I was never any good at spelling" I smirked.
"Mmm," he smiled, "I want sex therapy," he leant over and kissed me. Which was some feat considering I was still lying on my stomach, "lots of sex therapy."
"Hmm, I guess I can manage that. After we jump time zones again" I said with an evil grin.
He pouted. "What're you planning to do with this evening, then?"
"We can make a start on your sex therapy"
"Hmm. I'll hold you to it." He said and finally started to get dressed.
I flopped back onto my back and stared at the ceiling. "Where're we going then? Want me to call your mom?"
"Was that to "where" or to calling your mom?"
"Both," he shrugged.
"Mmm, well, in your own time" I said, standing up and heading towards the nearest mirror to check my hair for about the millionth time that morning.
"Well you can call her if you really want. I dunno what her number is, though."
"Behold the power of the phone book"
Maxxie did his shirt up in silence while I grabbed the phone book and sank back onto the bed. I started looking through F and Maxxie lay back onto the bed. After a minute or so I found what I was looking for.
"There you go, Mr. P Fuller. Phone" I said, holding my hand out for the phone without looking up from the phone book.
Maxxie handed me the phone and I dialed the number, hoping his mom would answer and not his dad.
"Hello?" his mom answered after a couple rings.
"Hey, Mrs. F. Guess who's coming to lunch"
"You persuaded him?" she asked incredulously, not bothering to conceal the excitement in her voice.
"You could say that"
"Thank you, Cayden. You have no idea how much this means," she said with a weak laugh.
"All in a day’s work, Mrs. F. He's being miserable and won't tell me anywhere to go, though, so that might be up to you"
Maxxie’s mom gave me the name of a café that she knew Maxxie would know and a time to meet. We said our goodbyes and I turned my attention to Maxxie, who was still sulking. I poked him and he looked up at me.
“C’mon, bitchtits, time to go”