Page 12 of Four Letter Feelings

“This place is immaculate — or what I can see of it through scrunched up eyes and with everything dancing around at least. And in fairness, I’m more of a Chandler than a Rachel, but whatever.”

“We should probably go get your stuff after breakfast.”

“For real? You don’t even wanna talk about what happened last night first?”

“We’ll talk about last night when you’re ready to talk about last night, Jer. Right now, you need to finish that Gatorade, have a shower and brush your teeth. Hopefully by then the Tylenol will have kicked in and we can go eat. I’ll throw your sheets in the laundry and find something for you to wear, though my clothes will certainly make you look like you’re playing dress up in Daddy’s clothes.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Jeremy flashed a grin as AJ groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Nope. That is most definitely not a nickname that we are gonna use, ok? I will punch you.”

“Speaking of punching.” Jeremy spoke between gulps of Gatorade and pinched the bridge of his nose again to try and stop the room spinning. “Did you go to the ER?”

AJ shook his head. “Nah, I did this myself. It wasn’t that deep and I’ve gotten really good at fixing myself up over the years. I have a pretty good med kit.”

“I’ll have to remember that the next time someone breaks my face,” Jeremy replied with an approving nod. “So, where’s breakfast?”

“Shower first. There’s a new toothbrush in the cabinet above the sink, and I put a fresh towel out for you, but don’t get used to it, I’m not your fuckin’ maid; we share the cleaning.”

“Deal.” Jeremy agreed, as he climbed out of bed and pulled his shirt over his head. “Thanks for this, man. Saves me the headache of having to look for a place to stay.”

AJ chuckled. “I feel like you might already have enough of a headache today. Where’s your stuff? Where have you stayed since you came back?”

Jeremy realized he was standing in his boxers and didn’t need to take his jeans off. “Wait, man. Did you undress me last night?”

“Fuck no!” AJ burst out laughing. “I offered to help. Took you about twenty minutes to get those fuckin’ jeans off, dude, and I wish I recorded your ass for YouTube. It was quality entertainment.”

“Well,” Jeremy answered, somewhat embarrassed making his way to the bathroom. “I’m glad I made up for punching you in the face, at least a little. So, we’re officially roomies, eh?” He paused and poked his head out.

“I’m guessing there’s probably paperwork to fill out or something, but yeah, I guess we are.”

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