Addict-Part2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Most people fall in love and don't become addicted to their significant other. Most people, but not Alex. She didn't know Draiden was going to be the one that will have her completely and hopelessly devoted to him with just one touch.

Submitted: August 14, 2013

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I wanted to hang back and talk to him for a little while because I did find him quite intriguing, but I didn’t want to show him I was interested at any cost. I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t really cook so I wasn’t going to pretend to do that, so instead I propped down on the couch to watch television. Occasionally I glanced over to watch him carry some boxes in from the truck.
I hadn’t realized before how muscular he was, but then again I hadn’t seen him without a shirt either up until this point. He really was handsome with his jet back hair, rugged facial hair and deep dimples, but his personality is what really had me captivated along with that crooked smile of his that revealed his pearly white teeth. I bet he had numerous of women flocking him everywhere he went and believe me I wasn’t going to be another number.
“Like what you see?”
“Huh?” Was I starring at him?
“I said do you like what you see.”
“I’m not really sure what I’m looking at.”
“Oh well it’s your future.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yea these lamps are the future. Pretty cool right. I’m thinking bout buying some more for this old house. Not that there’s anything wrong with yours, but they are a little antique don’t you think?”
“Yea sure,” I said taking a deep gulp and nodding my head, “the future.”
“So you like them?”
“Yea sure whatever,” I said shrugging my shoulder and turning back towards the television. What am I doing.
“So I was thinking you should order a pizza or something because I don’t think I’m going to be up to cooking when I get through with all this moving stuff.”
“Yea I was thinking that.”
“Yea so how about a meat lovers.”
“Eh I’m not much of a meat eater.”
“Well do half of what I want and half of what you want. I have some money in my back pocket.”
“Alright well just bring it to me when you put that box down.”
“Or you can just grab it.”
“Yea well I guess there’s no harm in that,” I said walking over towards him.
“Left side.”
He stinks and smells so good all at the same time. Is that even possible? Sweet Jesus the money is stuck and why is he smiling?
“I think it’s stuck.”
“Keep trying.”
“Oh wait I got it but now my hand is stuck.”
“Are you sure you’re not just trying to go for a feel. I refuse to be violated,” he said smirking.”
“Boy please.”
“Just pull away.”
“Pull away? You want me to break my wrist.”
“No I want you to stop grabbing my goodies.”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t wear extra tight jeans,” I laughed thrusting my hand out of his pocket.
“I knew you could do it,” he said walking towards his room.”
I looked down at my hand and to my surprise there was no money only a couple of washed up lick on tattoos.
“Uh Draiden?”
“What,” he yelled.
“This isn’t money.”
“Yea I know. I just needed to clean out my pockets. Give me a sec.”
He is something else.
“How much do you think it’s going to cost,” he said coming from his room.
“I don’t know, maybe fifteen.”
“Can you break a few hundreds,” he said pulling out a stack of bills.
“Forget it I’ll pay. Are you almost done unloading that truck.”
“Yea just a few more boxes. Are you going to follow behind me?”
“No. I wasn’t really planning on it.”
“Oh well I guess I’ll catch a cab then,” he said hanging his head.”
“Fine…I’ll follow you.”
“I don’t want it to be any trouble.”
“It’s not.
“Well how bout we scratch the pizza and go out to dinner instead.”
“I thought you didn’t get romantically involved with your roommates.”
“It’s just dinner. It’s not a date or anything.”
“Yea okay if you say so.”
“Well how about you pick the place then.”
“I’d be fine with just a salad or something.”
“Well a salad it is.”
I thought after we dropped the truck off, which was about an hour away from my house, that he would have changed his mind and been a little more hungry for something other than a salad. I was wrong and we pulled up right to McDonald’s drive thru and he ordered me just a salad.
“You sure you don’t want anything else?”
“Nope I’m good.” What a funny guy.
“Thank you that will be all.”
“Be careful pulling around to the window. It’s a sharp turn and I don’t want you scratching my car up.”
“Girl I know how to drive.”
“Alright I’m just saying.”
“I hear you,” he said whipping the car around to the window.
“Oh she’s cute, you should try and get her number.”
“You don’t think I can?”
“No I’m not saying that. I was just making a suggestion since you don’t date your roommates you need some type of love interest.”
“Yes and the McDonald’s drive thru lady is right up my alley,” he said sarcastically.
“I thought so,” I said with a smile.
“Here you go sir.”
“Oh thank you and ma’am I have a question.”
“What’s that?”
“ Hey my friend here is interested in experimenting with woman…college girls…so would you give her chance?”
“Draiden! What the hell, I’m sorry miss but he’s lying.”
“But Alex that’s what you told me.”
“Well no I’m not interested. I have a boyfriend but my friend is a lesbian if you want her number,” the young girl snapped.
“Drive off Draiden, drive off.”
“I’ll come back for it. You have a nice night,” he said smiling at her.
“You know I’m going to get you for that right.”
“Oh come on it was just a joke but you can bring it.”
“You don’t want a war, not on my turf.”
“Our turf.”
“For now,” I mumbled.
The rest of the car ride home was quiet. That salad had really filled me up but I still had room for ice cream. So once we got home I headed straight for the fridge to satisfy my craving.
“You eating again.”
“Mind your business.”
“Okay well you keep eating like that you’re going to lose your physique.”
“What was that,” I questioned licking my spoon.
“Nothing. I’ll be in my room.”
“Okay whatever.”
Finally, alone at last. Just me, my ice cream, and the television.


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