I was on the phone to my mother as I walked to the house we rented together since we were twenty-two. She kept insisting that he and I were going to date and eventually marry. After about twenty minutes of listening to her nonsense, I lost my patience with her and snapped, "mum, it won't happen. I'll see you next Tuesday. Bye."

After I hung up, I realised that I was closer to home than I thought. I checked the time on my watch and knew my best friend would be home in about half an hour; he would always arrive home roughly half an hour after I arrived home from work. I unlocked the door, put all my belongings in their respective place and went to the kitchen to make a quick sandwich; I wasn't in the mood to cook a proper meal tonight.

As predicted, half an hour later, the nerd walks in through the front door. I had heard the click and whine of the door as he opened it and shut it. "Yo nerd, I'm in the living room," I shouted to him. 

I was slumped slightly forward, working on the second novel of an unknowing series that I started when I was merely sixteen. I sat back, staring at the screen of my laptop. I was stumped on how to continue.

"Hey shorty, how are you doing?" my nerdy best friend asked me in an exhale as he stood, leaning against the door frame. 

"I'm doing okay, kinda working out ideas on how to continue this damned story," I grumbled. I looked up from my laptop and stood up, heading over and embracing him.  "How was your day?" I asked him as he returned my hug.

"Absolutely exhausting," he says, as he drags me over to our massive sofa. As he flopped down, he brought me with him, making me land half on top of him.

I rolled off him and murmured, "why?"

"I missed you voice today, all I could hear was the office building chattering away on phones and the mashing of keyboards. I hated it," he replied, groaning at the recent memory.

I rested my head on his right shoulder. "Aww boo! It's okay, I'm here now and talking forever," I laughed. "I missed your oddball voice, too."

"What do you mean 'oddball'?" he joked, an eyebrow raised.

I copied him and raised an eyebrow, smiling whilst I replied, "come on, you don't think it's a weird voice? I do... but I like it. Makes you you."

"Does it now?" He asked suspiciously, looking down at my playing with my hands.

I look up at him and grinned cheekily, "yes. yes it does."

He shrugged and nudged me. "I guess it has its ups and downs, having an oddball voice."

"It does indeed," I replied, chuckling. I groaned purposely loudly as I got up, turning around at the door to ask, 'want a drink?'

"Nah, nothing thanks."

"Not even your favourite?" I teased, raising an eyebrow. He stopped and thought before getting up and following me to the kitchen.

"I'll have a coffee," he told me. 

"I thought so, babes," I smiled. Whilst I was making our drinks, I muttered to myself 'I should really go to the gym more'.

He looked at me, "what was that?"

"Oh, nothing. Was just reminding myself about something," I told him. It wasn't exactly a lie, I was reminding myself to join a gym.

He nodded and I came over to the dining table with our drinks, "so, what's happened today?"

I sighed, "the children were louder than ever today, and they were all over the place. It was hell trying to calm them... gave me a headache." I paused before continuing, "oh, and I had an argument with my mum." A frown etched its way onto my face.

"Well looks like we're both having crappy days," he pointed out.

"Yeah, I guess. What do you want to do?" I asked, sipping at my drink.

"We could go back to our huge ass sofa and cuddle?"

"Sounds good." We went back to the living room, put our drinks on the table and he sat down on the sofa; just after I let go of my cup he pulled me down on top of him. I landed awkwardly and apologised a million times in a second, but he just laughed and pulled me closer.

"So, what's happened with that story them? Are you back on it?" he murmured.

"Yeah, I'm working on it again. I completed chapters eighteen through to twenty-five, and I got half way through the twenty-sixth chapter and I have no idea what to add to it," I said sheepishly.

"What's happening right now then?"

"Rose is starting to date and her mother doesn't know how to give her 'the talk', basically."

"How old is she?" Gosh, he really is curious tonight, I thought.

"Fifteen," I say, "how do I have an almost forty-something year old woman with her fifteen year old? It's madness!"

"If she's fifteen then she surely knows about how dating works and that."

"Yeah, I know. But I want to include it in just so Rose can sass her mum," I muttered.

"Looks like sh'es having mummy issues," he told me seriously.

I blanch, "mummy issues?"

"Yeah, mummy issues."

"Oh god, babe, that sounds a little funny... like, um, yeah-" I cut myself off by turning in his embrace and trying to calm my hysterical laughs whilst I buried my face in his neck.

"Does it now?" he chuckled.

I slowly calmed down and re-positioned my head so my head so my forehead down to the end of my nose was resting against his neck, "yeah... it does."

"Does it smell good over there?"

"Yeah, what cologne did you use? Or did you not use cologne?" I murmured, admiring the scent.

"It's from the jacket I used the other night actually."

"Oh... it smells good. Like, really good," I admitted quietly.

"It's the Hugo Boss one."

"Hugo Boss? It clings, and it's not too strong but not too week. D'you get me?" I murmured.

"I think so."

I chuckle and subconsciously nuzzle his neck, "this one is the best one." He noticed I slid down slightly so be pulled me back up to where I was, holding me securely.

"Guess what," I mumbled.

"What?" he questioned.

"I love you," I said, my voice going soft and quiet. I was sleepy and he was warm, so it had started to lull me to sleep.

I snuggled closer and heard him mumble, "love you, too, shorty," before drifting into a peaceful sleep.