Nick watched as Michelle brought a strawberry to her lips and bit into it. Then he quickly looked away as…uh…romantic thoughts entered his mind. He had to stop doing that. She was his roommate and now his friend, his roommate and friend who had just come out of a relationship and was very hurt. Still, he couldn’t help but think of how good they would be together.
“So you still haven’t decided when I’m gonna be your slave?” Nick asked.
“I think I’ll give you a break,” she stated.
“What? I don’t have to be your slave at all?” he inquired excitedly. “Thanks, Michelle!”
“No, I was thinking more along the lines of you can be my slave for the rest of today so it’s not from morning until night, it’s from noon until night.”
He groaned. “Gee, how generous. Thank you.”
“Hey, you should be thankful I’m not making you serve out your full term. You wanna go get me the peanut butter from the cupboard? I didn’t put enough on my sandwich.”
He stood up. “I still don’t see how you can eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches,” he grumbled.
“Do you like peanut butter?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like bananas?”
“Yes, but both – “
She cut him off. “Have you ever tried it?”
“No,” he admitted. After putting on a bit more peanut butter, she held her sandwich out over the table and he reluctantly took a bite.
“What do you think?”
“Mmmf. Hnng nn,” he mumbled as he finished chewing and swallowed. “I guess you’re right. It’s not terrible.”
“I know. I’m a genius.”
“I wouldn’t go that far. You just know your foods.”
“Eh, whatever.” She groaned. “There’s supposed to be another storm tonight.”
“Does that mean you’ll be sleeping in my room?”
“No, it means you’ll probably be sleeping in mine, since you’re my slave for the day.”
“Aw, come on, that wears off after midnight! I like my bed!”
“We’ll figure it out later. Maybe there won’t even be a storm.”
“Are you ever gonna tell me why you’re afraid of storms?”
She stretched her arms and yawned. “You’re gonna keep bothering me until I do, aren’t you?”
“If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine. I’m not gonna force it out of you or anything.”
“Well, I’ll tell you sooner or later. We’re roommates. We’re supposed to tell each other everything.”
“I thought that was only girl roommates.”
“Well, since I’ve never had a girl roommate, I’m gonna use you as one and tell you everything.”
“As long as you don’t ask to do my nails or anything, I’ll be fine.”
She smiled. “Oh, come on, Nicky, that would be fun!”
“Who said you could call me Nicky, anyway?”
“I did. Do you mind?”
He paused. “I guess not.”
“So wait a second. If you’re my slave, can I order you to let me do your nails?”
He narrowed his eyes jokingly. “You wouldn’t.”
“Nah, I guess I wouldn’t. I’ll be nice. But you’ll still be overworked by the end of the day.”