That snarl. That holster. The shiny badge. Thirsty!
Jerome would stop by after work and the two of them would talk and talk and talk some more. And then Derick would call. And Jerome would snarl. Until finally, that fateful day. . . .
It was a Sunday and neither Jerome nor Michele went to work. Jerome did the millionth nice thing for Michele: he fixed her sink. Without her even asking! Then Michele realized what an idiot she was being. She had jumped straight into bed with needy Derick but wonderful, handsome Jerome? He had to wait. But no longer.
"Do you want to sleep over?"
"Do bears put on Ranger hats and tell people not to burn down the woods so they can have a place to shit?"
"I'll take that as a yes."
But before the first kiss could be exchanged the doorbell rang. Oh no. Not Derick! Not now! What was he doing here?
"I. WILL. NOT. BE. IGNORED!"
"Michele, you have to get rid of him."
"O.K., I'll try."
"Yawn, hmmm. It's sleepytime Derick. Nightie-night!"
"Goodnight sweetheart, sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite See you in the morning."
"I can't believe this dude is messing with my Netflix and chill time!"
Michele whispers in Jerome's ear. "How 'bout you meet me in the bathroom?"
Jerome sighs, this is not how he planned to spend his first night with Michele. However it was either this or kneecap the bastard with his service revolver, "All right."
"I should have chose 'kneecap the bastard""
"That is IT! Michele, come with me to the bedroom. Derick, get the hell out or stay. I don't even care anymore."
"Jerome, I don't think. . ."
"Are you coming or not? Because I can always leave."
Michele thought about it. She didn't want Jerome to leave. And perhaps this was the only way to get the message through Derick's thick, bald pate.
Nope, nothing gets through that big, bald pate.
Funny chapter. Glad Derick doesn't appear to be too jealous while he's being ignored by the two under the covers.
ReplyDeleteIt's that thick pate of his. He had Michele picked out as a soulmate and now will not let go. Such a stalker!
ReplyDeleteOh man, Derick, that's... *dies laughing*
ReplyDeleteSo uh, Jerome, you work in the police station, if you ass-kiss your boss a bit, think you can rush through a restraining order?