Bronwyn Green

This month’s song fic is inspired by Rob Thomas’ I Think We’d Feel Good Together. Here are the lyrics and the video if you’d like to check them out.

When I was listening to this song, this earlier flash fic popped into my head. I don’t often connect flash fic shorts, but this one seems to work with this song. Here’s part one and part two.

 

Bailey glared at the back of Aaron’s head as he hogged her TV again playing on his fucking Playstation. The same Playstation she’d held hostage until he’d gotten her laptop and other stuff back from his asshole friend who’d stolen them.

Letting her best friend Allison’s little brother sublet her room while she was studying abroad was by far the worst decision Bailey had ever made. Followed closely by accidentally egging the hot upstairs neighbor’s car instead of Aaron’s. Her cheeks heated with humiliation just like they’d done every time she thought of Jack watching her egg his car instead of Aaron’s.

Ugh. Aaron. Allison couldn’t get back soon enough.

Bailey grabbed a throw pillow and whipped it at her temporary roommate’s head.

He yanked off his headphones and turned to scowl at her. “What the hell did you do that for?”

“Because I’m done listening to video games. I’d actually like to use my own TV.”

He grumbled under his breath but put away his gaming system while she cued up the next episode of the show she wanted to catch up on.

“You want  a beer?” he called form the kitchen?

He was actually offering her something of his? This was new. “Sure.”

Of course, when he came around the corner, he was also carrying the guac she’d just made and the chips she’d picked up to go with it. He handed her one of the bottles then flopped next to her on the couch and started shoveling guacamole into his face.

“This is really good.”

“Thanks,” she said flatly, pushing play on the remote.

“What are we watching?”

“A British period drama about inheritances and copper mining.”

He just stared blankly at her.

Ignoring him, she turned back to the television and focused on the drama unfolding on the screen instead of her recurrent fantasy of smothering Aaron in his sleep. As she focused on the growing tension between family members, he scooted closer to her. He’d probably finished his beer and was likely going for hers. But then, he draped his arm around her shoulders and began caressing her upper arm.

She paused the playback and slowly turned her head to look at him. “What. Are. You. Doing?” she bit out. He leaned in as if he was about to kiss her, but she placed her palm in the center of his chest to hold him back. “Seriously, Aaron. What the fuck?!”

“C’mon, Bai–I think we’d feel really good together.”

Her mouth dropped open briefly, but she snapped it shut as she shoved his arm away. Finally, she sputtered, “Did you just try to come on to me with a Rob Thomas song?! Is that what’s happening here?!” When he didn’t respond immediately, she snapped. “Get. Out.”

“What?”

“I said: Get. Out. Give me your key, and get the fuck out. You can come back later for your shit.”

“Bailey.” It was almost a whine. “You know I was just joking.” When she didn’t respond, he added, “Where am I supposed to go?”

She held out her hand for the apartment key. “Not my problem.”

That’s it for me, today. Be sure to check out Siobhan’s story, too.