I tried reaching for the waffle mix on the top shelf but I couldn't reach it. I grunted and stretched but nothing. I moved the chair and it squeaked on the rough tile. I stepped up and got the powder.
"Need any help there?" I wobbled but caught myself on the stainless-still fridge placed next to the cabinets.
"I could of used it 5 minutes ago thank you very much." I scoffed and put the chair back in its place. I took the batter and mixed everything together. I poured the mix into the waffle maker and Michael sat there waiting for his. The alarm went off and I grabbed a plate. I got butter and sat down.
"Does that mean I should make my own?"
"I'm sure as hell not making you food." He gave me a surprised look.
"What happened last night?" Michael asked scratching his head.
"Morphine really does fuck people up, huh?"
"Ugh. My stupid ass went to Jake's?"
"Hmmp" I nodded putting my dish in the sink and heading to the living room to clean the messes.
"I'm sorry. I know he isn't really my friend, I just was upset yesterday. I didn't kno-"
"I had to drag you out of a room before you had sex with a girl full of STD's!"
"How do you know she has one?" He cocked his head to the side.
"Why do you give a fuck all of the sudden?" I dropped a plate in the hallway in my rush of anger.
"Shit your foots bleeding." Michael grabbed me against my protest.
"Where's the first aid kit?"
"Hallway cabinet" Michael came back and sprayed the stingy crap on my foot. He put the bandage on my foot and kissed my foot.
"Quit sucking ass" I hopped down and fell down.
"You okay?" He asked, Michael put his arm down to help me up. I grabbed it and pulled him down to sit next to me.
"Bitch." He chuckled. I layed my head on his shoulder.
"I really do love you Mike"
"I love you too. Don't worry about any other girls. She wasn't even my type." Michael mumbled the last part while sucking on the skin behind my ear.
"You lied. You do remember." He nodded his head.
"Your suck a dick," I smiled and slapped his chest.
"You want it." He murmured in between my skin and his lips.
"Bedroom" I moaned as he sucked.
"Never tried the bathroom." He flipped me over and smirked.
"You have no food. This is horrible." Michael yelled at me while I sat in the living room.
"I don't have anymore money. I used all the money dad sent for the month." I thought he would forget about it but he stomped into the room and looked at me sternly.
"What the hell?! It's the 11th, where did you spend all the money?"
"There just wasn't enough for this month."
"Bullshit. Aleah where is it?" I looked down in shame.
"Let me see your arms!" I struggled as he pulled up my sleeves but he was too strong for me.
"Fuck! What are you shooting up?! I thought we said we'd only use pills so we don't OD!" Michael yelled and became red.
"I'm sorry!" A tear fell down my cheek.
"Look Aleah I know I did morphine but I don't want you getting addicted!"
"Mike I'm already addicted to a lot of shit!"
"We need to get help" Michael left a warm kiss on my nose that grew cold when his lips left.
"I don't want to do it alone." He clutched his hands in mine.
"We both have problems."