Besame Mucho

Tuesday

It turns out that "soon" meant today!

Birch came by and snuck in with the key I'd given him years ago. I woke up to terrific smells coming from the kitchen. At first I thought I was in the wrong house - James sure as hell can't cook, and besides he was at his ex-(maybe-on-again-)girlfriend's place. So of course I panicked and went running into the kitchen armed with a baseball bat I keep under my bed for those pesky breakfast-cooking burglars you read about in the papers all the time (shut up, it could happen!).

And there he was humming to himself and dicing up veggies to put in what looked to be some sort of omeletty-type dish. There was also dark rich coffee smells and I closed my eyes and breathed it in deeply. He hadn't turned around so I figured he hadn't noticed my presence yet. So I snuck up behind him and went to tickle him and BAM his hands grabbed my wrists and spun me about. Gave me the biggest bear hug and then very firmly sat me down in a chair. "I have missed you but stay put, or else you will be eating burnt eggs." I smiled in spite of myself because his mock-stern look was pretty comical.

We chatted about little nothings while he finished up and set a plate down in front of each of us. Then he looked me right in the eye and asked me to tell him about it. I asked him "about what?" He said tell him about whoever it was that had put that look in my eye. I laughed and said there was nobody, and of course he didn't believe me so I launched into my Gabriel story.

The nice thing about Birch is, he really listens. I know this because I've tested him on it before. When I think he isn't paying attention I will purposely put in gibberish like "and then the toaster ate the television" and he catches me on it every time. He thought a while and merely said:

"Bliss, my dear, you are stellar at picking terrible boyfriends. Now eat up or your breakfast will get cold." He then chided me for having an empty fridge - he had to sneak in TWICE because of it, once to get in and once to return with groceries. He then asked if all the junk in the spare room had belonged to Gabriel or something. I said no, it was James's, and then went on to explain that whole mess. "If you need me to find somewhere else to stay, I can you know."

I told him that was rubbish and he could either sleep on the couch or my bed until James was sorted out, and he gave a little smile and a raise of the eyebrow which made me blush because that wasn't what I meant at all. And then when I went to backpedal and explain it just made me blushier because he kept grinning at me. Then I changed the subject and asked him what he'd written on his postcard, which made him blush. He hemmed and hawed over telling me what it was, and I just sat and stared him down until he finally confessed that it said:

I'm homesick for you.

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Butterflies fluttered at 10/26/2004 05:51:00 PM
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