"Move your big buns over. I'm starved." He looks up sheepishly, making room for me, a fork halfway up to his mouth. "Nice to see you didn't wait for me," I tell him, sliding onto the floor beside him.
"Black? Really, Buttercup?"
"What? I like black," I answer, ignoring him in favor of inhaling the food instead. The spices assault me and my stomach lets out a tiny rumble of need. I didn’t have time for food today; I was too wound up over today's meeting.
"I'm going to take it upon myself to buy you new pajamas and clothes. Black won't be in any of them."
"If you want to waste your money, feel free. I'd rather have a new television though."
"What's wrong with your TV?"
"It's too small."
"Why does it suddenly feel like you’re the man in our relationship?” he asks me. “Besides, it's fifty inches."
"Exactly. I want one of those sixty-five-inch ones, the kind that are curved for more pleasure."
I smirk. He nearly chokes on his food.
"You did not just say that."
"I did. Was there something wrong with what I said?" I ask innocently.
"You are a dirty girl, Kayla Graham."
"Look who’s talking. Start my movie."
"Yes, mistress. If you can manage to even enjoy it on such a small screen."
"I'm about to share with you a sad fact of life, White. Brace yourself."
"I'm bracing, but mostly because I'm afraid of you now."
"Chicken."
"Share with me your wisdom, wise one," he quips and I stick my tongue out at him.
"The sad truth is that size matters in this world."
"You don't say."
I pat him on the shoulder like I'm feeling sorry for him, "I'm afraid so."
"You know what else matters in this world?"
"What's that?"
"Being a smart ass. Keep it up and I'm going to paddle you."
"Do you know that's the second time lately you've threatened that? I guess all those articles were right."
"What articles?"
"The ones saying that White Hall Lucas likes his sex kinky."
"Oh God, please tell me you don't read those gossip magazines. And what are you doing reading about my sex life, Kayla? That's just creepy. I demand you stop at once."
"Hey, I can’t help it that you're plastered all over the front of the paper! I go there to work my morning crossword. It's not my fault."
"I'll buy you a book of crosswords instead," he grumbles.
"Giant print," I mutter, ignoring him for the television.
I eat my food, choosing to ignore him for the magic that is Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts. I'm surprised when White reaches over and grabs my now empty plate.
"You want more?"
"What?" I half look at him, loving the part where Julia is in the tub when Spike comes in.
"Seconds, Buttercup. Do you want them?"
"Umm... no, but I wouldn't mind another pop."
"Yes, oh Mistress of the curved television."
"Yeah, yeah."
"I'll help you get the television this weekend if you want."
"Really? Are you sure? What about your arm?"
"I doubt picking out a TV is going to hurt my arm, Buttercup."
"I guess you're right. We can always get a stock person to load it up for us."
"I can load a fucking television, Kayla."
"Whatever, but we'll have to do it Sunday."
"That's fine. I don't have anything planned. Why Sunday, though?"
"I have plans, Saturday."
"You do? I thought you broke things off with Tommy?"
"I did. That doesn't mean I can't still have plans, White."
"Well yeah, I know. It just surprised me. It's cool. We'll plan on it Sunday. I was just hoping you'd go watch the new Rock movie with me this weekend."
"Well, normally I'd never pass up a chance to see the Rock. He is my future husband and all, but I'm going on a date."
"Who with?"
"You have a lot of questions. When did you get so nosy?"
"When I found out that my best friend was getting married to an ass clown and I had no idea. So now I have this need to ask you everything. Therefore, I repeat, who is this date with?"
"I don't know," I sigh, wishing I had never brought this conversation up.
"You don't… Wait, let’s back it up here. How do you have a date this weekend and not know who it is with?"
"Because technically it’s not a date. I'm going to Barney’s."
"Well, Jesus, why didn't you just say that Kayla? I'll go with you. We can swing by there after the movies."
"No, that won't work."
"Okay after."
"No. I mean you can't go with me. It would defeat the purpose."