Chapter 4: Playing the Part

‎ I held back a snort at his nickname for Gary. 'Pig face', it suited him, seriously. That nose... Anyway, from Zach's information, I was guessing that Danny was only after a rebound but Zach doesn't want to admit it because he still wants to be with Danny.

‎ "Honey..." I sighed, scooting across the sofa so I could give Zach a cuddle. Inside, I was pointing my finger and laughing at Danny. His boyfriend left him for another guy; now he knows how my poor Zach felt.

‎ He immediately returned the gesture but stay seated whereas I leaned up on my knees, causing me to be higher than him. I rested my head on top of his, my arms around his neck. I knew I didn't need to say anything. Zach knew he was burying in head in the sand. I think he just needed to find out the hard way otherwise he'd always regret not trying.

‎ "I'm here for you," I assured him. This was something he needed to do and I couldn't protect him from it, no matter how much I wanted to. "Thank you," he told me tearfully. I could hear how upset he was but he was trying to hold it back. I squeezed him tighter, wishing I could take away all his pain.

‎ "You're the best friend a guy could ask for." My lips curved at that. "I know," I joked because really, I'm not that big-headed. "Now," I said as I pulled away but kept my arms around his neck. "What'd you say we turn our phones off for a while, get a Chinese, and take the piss out of some crappy chick-flicks?"

‎ His eyes were blood-shot and wet with tears but the smile he gave me was genuine happiness. And that I completely understood because food made me feel the same way. "I love you so much."

‎ The film we ended up watching was beyond cheesy but the humour was awesome and we found ourselves giggling along. Our Chinese food was now in our overly-stuffed bellies, the only thing left was the containers which remined on the coffee table in front of us.

‎ We sat side-by-side, shoulders touching with a leopard print blanket thrown over our laps. Both of us ordered a naughty beer with the take away. It wouldn't be enough to get us drunk but that wasn't the plan since we needed to turn our phones back on afterwards for work.

‎ By the time the film finished, Zach seemed to be in a much better mood. Hopefully he'd stay that way for the next few hours.

‎ "Gosh," Zach started, reaching behind the sofa where a side table stood with a lamp on top. He switched it on, causing us to blink against the sudden brightness. "I haven't laughed that hard in ages."

‎ "Same," I commented, squinting as my eyes adjust. My muscles felt cramped so I threw the blanket off me and gave a big stretch. As I straightened my body, I could feel myself beginning to slip off of the sofa but don't bother doing anything about it. I let myself slide onto the floor.

‎ With the coffee table in the way, I had to arrange myself so I was laying between both the sofa and the table. The wooden flooring was cold on my right arm while the left side of my body had the comfort of our fur rug.   

‎ "Weirdo," Zach snorted from above. "Don't judge," I said in response before letting out a yawn. Watching films always made me tired. Maybe because it strained my eyes. It was pretty tempting to fall asleep right now actually. Why were floors so cosy? Or maybe Zach was right and I was actually just a weirdo.

‎ "Ah, ah, ah," Zach spoke again, his foot nudging my side. "Can't sleep now. We've got horny customers waiting." 

‎ It was then I'd realised that I'd closed my eyes. "I'm up," I mumbled, forcing myself to sit. The smell of Chinese was still in the air and while it was absolutely delicious, my stomach was protesting as if begging me to not even inhale anymore food because it was ready to pop. I patted my belly proudly, knowing that it did a good job with the amount of food I shoved in my mouth and it deserved a break.

‎ "Good," Zach responded. "We gotta get to work."

‎ Neither of us moved.

‎ "Fuck sake," Zach sighed after a moment, making me crack a smile. "It's so much effort. I hate...effort," he spat the word as if it left a bad taste on his tongue.

‎ I adjusted my head so I could see him better. "Just think about all those handsome, hórny men stroking their dícke waiting for you to!!

‎ "I'm up!" Zach exclaimed, jumping to his feet. His hands went to his pockets while I laughed loudly. "Christ, where's my phone? My customers need me!" He was purposely being overly dramatic and it made me giggled even harder.

‎ "It's not funny!" He told me although he was trying his hardest not to smile. "Who's going to give those guy their orgasms? This is a serious situation!"

‎ I giggled once more before attempting to put on a straight face. "You're right. There could be a riot!" I gasped over-the-top. "I'll get on the phone to the prime minister right away!"

‎ "And the president!" Zach added in but then we made eye contact and we both started laughing our ass off. Yeah, we could act pretty silly sometimes but I think it's healthy. At 21, I was more mature than most but that didn't mean I couldn't be childish every once in a while.

‎ Once we calmed down, we both knew that play time was over and it really was time to get to work. Sighing, I grabbed Zach's hand when he offered it to me and he easily pulled me from the ground. 

‎ Thanks, kid," I told him, standing up on my tip- toes so I could ruffle his hair. He hated when I did that.

‎ He let out a high-pitched squeak and backed away from me. "You know my rules!"

‎ "No one touches the hair," I recited.

‎ "Yes!" he rolled his eyes. "And yet you always manage to forget. And what'd you mean 'kid'? I'm older than you!"

‎ "Yes, well, mentally you're the age of 10 so..." "Bitch," He lightly punched me in the arm and I laughed.

‎ "Is that all you've got?" Placing his hands on his waist, he cocked his hip at me and raised an eyebrow. "Honey, you can't handle what I've got."

‎ I smiled seductively and took a step towards him. My hands reached up and lightly touched his pecks through his top. I stood on my tip-toes, my eyes on his full lips. "You sure about that?" I breathed, leaning in closer.