Give me novacaine, chapter 3

He smelled of cologne, a hint of sweat, and coffee. I breathed in, and the pungent aroma made me smile. I knew that smell; it was something I had come to love. He then held me at arms length and smiled warmly.
"Dinner's on the table," Billie Joe announced.
"Mmm, can't wait to eat. I'm starving!" said Mike. Suddenly I heard a loud thump upstairs that made me jump.
"Did someone say that food was here?" yelled Tré.
"Go get your place at the table before he does!" Mike whispered. I scurried over and carefully picked a spot.
"Yeah Tré. Food's here," Billie Joe shouted. Tré came bounding down the stairs and slid into his chair to my right. Billie Joe was across from me, and Mike sat on my left, at the end of the table.

After dinner, we all went out to the living room to watch a movie.
"What are we watchin'?" asked Tré eagerly.
"We are watching....um, I don't know yet. You three pick. I'm no good at this," I said. I was supposed to pick the movie, but I didn't feel like it. So they fought over what we were watching.
"Let's watch....um, this." Tré pulled out a random movie that just happened to be for little kids.
"Um, Tré, sorry, but I'm not quite sure Asher wants to watch an old Blue's Clues movie," Billie Joe laughed.
"This is Ramona's. I swear. I got it for her when she was really, really little. Ok?"
"Sure. Whatever you say."
"I'm serious."
"I know! I believe you!"

We shuffled through a few more movies and settled on Annapolis. Mike motioned for me to sit next to him, so I walked over and plopped down beside him. (Rather close might I add.) Billie Joe started the movie, and he got the seat next to me. No one knew where Tré went, though.
Then, all of a sudden, Tré comes flying over the back of the couch and lands on mine, and Billie Joe's laps. I was laughing hysterically. Billie finally pushed Tré down, and he found a new seat.

I never have been one to watch a movie all the way through, so about halfway through, I drifted off to sleep with my head on Mike's shoulder, under a cozy blanket with Mike's arm wrapped around me. I was in paradise, and I found myself falling in love with him. What was I getting myself into? I barely even knew him, and now I'm thinking I'm in love with him.

I aroused from my deep sleep and realized that I was in an unfamiliar bed, in an equally unfamiliar room. Where was I? A loud knock on the door made me jump and almost fall out of bed. "Asher? You awake?" It was Mike.
"Yeah. Come on in."
He opened the door and stepped in, flicking the light on, illuminating the large bedroom.
"Sleep good?" he asked, sitting on the side of the bed.
"Yeah. How about you?"
"Really good. I hope you don't mind that I slept in here with you."
"You slept here? In this bed? Wow, I didn't know that. But no. I don't mind."
"Ok. Cool. You want some breakfast?"
"Sure. I can run you by your house so you can change if you want to."
"Ok. Are we going out to breakfast?"
"Well, it's not breakfast as much as it is morning coffee."
"Oh, good. I don't normally eat breakfast, so that works perfect. Thanks."
"Yup. Any time." He leaned forward and softly kissed my forehead. He sat back up, and I rested my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him in and kissed him back, only not on the forehead. In the middle of our kiss, Billie Joe walked in.
"Getting to know each other a little better?"
"Billie, I've told you a thousand times. Knock before you go walking into someone's room when they have a guest in there."
"Oh, ok. I'm sorry."
"Get out, and I'll be down in a second to talk to you really fast. Then I'm taking Asher out."
"Okay." Billie Joe closed the door and trudged down the steps.
Mike quickly kissed my cheek and bounded downstairs.