Chapter 1- Eres Mi Media Naranja

You were sitting on your barstool

talking to some fool

who couldn't see

you were looking right at me

-Toby Keith

You know, normally I don’t get drunk and go home with a random guy from a bar. Maybe it was because we just won the big football game. Or maybe it was because my boyfriend and I just broke up because he was too serious and I needed to get him out of my system. But my brain hurt to bad to think.

The handsome man, who I didn’t know the name of, was still holding me. He was speaking a foreign language. I think it was Spanish, but since I failed my high school Spanish classes I only understood a few words.

No one ever said I was that smart.

“Eres mi media naranja. Eres maravillosa, un tesoro y mi mundo. Te quiero. Quieres mi corazón?” The beautiful man asked. I seriously hoped he spoke English. Because we would have some serious problems if he didn't.

Um…I am of his that has to do with an orange…something…huh.

I like oranges. I wonder if he has any...

Well, I have two choices. I go on pretending that I didn’t hear what he said or confront him about it. I choice the latter, mainly because I wanted to know his name.

“No hablo español. Me llamo Abby. Inglés hora. Que es...llamo?” I stumbled through, testing my Spanish to it’s limits. He gave me a weird look, then started to laugh. His chest rumbled underneath me, as he ran his large hand down my back. It tickled slightly, and as I squirmed. His eyes burned with emotion.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Whenever I am content, I go into Spanish. You happen to make me very content, little one. My name is Henry. We have to work on your Spanish. It’s horrible!” He laughed again at this. He shifted underneath me and drew me closer, sighing. “I have to go soon. Work. I don’t want to, I’d much rather stay like this all day with you.”

The blush rose in my cheeks. I just got out of a semi-serious relationship last night and my best friend Laura decided we needed to go out and party. There, I must’ve met Mr. Hottie/Henry.

Henry's kind of a boring name. So is Abby, come to think of it.

“What’s up with the Spanish anyway. You don’t look Spanish.” I asked and then buried my head in his chest. I’m normally pretty blunt around people I have known for awhile, but I met this guy less then 24 hours ago. Then again, this man and I have down more than I have with the people I know.

'Cause I so sleep with my family and my only friend Laura. Right...

“I just got back from a two year job in Spain. It was beautiful there, but I was too busy with work to notice much. Typically, I’m a workaholic. Typically, I don’t hop in bed with random strangers. I’ve changed for you already, Abby.” He let out another low chuckle. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like in Spain. Nearly all of my life I have wished to get out of Boise, Idaho. It isn’t that Boise is boring, contrary to popular belief, and there aren’t that many cows. In Boise at least. I’m somewhat scared to go upstate. Who knows what you would find?

Probably cows.

“Spain, huh? Lucky! I wish I was you.” His face contorted a little at these words, and he shook his head. “What? I do. The last time I was out of Idaho was when I was four. I want to go on adventures and live a little. The only thing I look forward to is going home to my cat-”

“I like cats.”

“-and my roommate. She is fat. And kind of stupid.”

Henry stared at me.

"My cat, not my roomate!"

“How old are you, Abby? I’m 24, by the way.”

“I’m 21. I go to BSU. It’s so much fun going to Breathing-and-Standing University.”

“Breathing-and-Standing?”

“The only requirements for getting in.” He laughed underneath me again, and I realized I was still on top of him. I rolled off of him and he grunted in disapproval and tried to pull me back on him.

“What’s wrong? You didn’t mind being on top of me last night.” My face burned, and I stepped out of the bed. He laughed again and spread out on the bed. His chest rippled and I couldn’t help but notice how nicely formed he was. There were little scratches covering it and I hoped I didn’t do those. I hoped he had a cat that had an extreme disliking to his chest. Who am I kidding? Who could hate that chest? It’s just so nice… “Don't worry. I didn't mind you on top of me either. What time is it, sweetheart?”

“About noon-ish, I believe. I need to go her soon. My friend I left with must be worried. Or she is waiting to pounce on me to find out who you are. Which, in case you’re wondering, I don’t want to go home…whatcha doing?” He was getting out of bed and getting dressed into a pair of nice slacks and a really soft looking sweater. Really soft looking. I wanted it. Badly.

“I have to get to work, sadly. Do you have a cell phone? Because then maybe we could stay in touch…and I would really like that. You are basically my first real friend here. And you’re hot. But, I know you just broke up with your boyfriend so if you don’t want to, I would understand.”

How did he know about Ben? Eh, I must’ve mentioned it yesterday. I quickly typed my number into his cell, and started to rummage around for my clothes.

I couldn’t find my shirt.

I looked everywhere. Under the bed, inside the covers, the living room. Henry watched for a little bit before meandering off into his bedroom. I was busy searching under the couch (hey, you never know. I didn't remember what happened last night. We could've been going at it like bunnies) when he handed me one of his shirts. It was plain black, and meant to be tight. On him of course. On me, it tightened on my chest an my hips and the rest of it was somewhat baggy. He watched me put it on and laughed quietly to himself. At my questioning look, he said how much he liked me wearing his clothes. I mock-glared at him and stood in front of him with my hands o my hips. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled forward. With a kiss on top of the head, he let go and started putting on his shoes. I slipped on my flip-flops and realized something. I had no idea where I was.

“Um…”

“Do you need a lift somewhere, Abby-sweetheart?” He chuckled. Man, this guy laughs a lot. It’s kind of creepy actually. At my nod, he grabbed my hand and locked up the house. I told him my address.

“Thank you.” I said as we reached the apartment Laura and I shared.

“For the ride? Or the best night of your life?” He asked with a smirk.

“Both. And I had nothing to compare it, since last night was my first time.” I blushed as these words came out of my mouth. His eyes widened and he quickly glanced in horror at me.

“Y-y-you-r f-first?” The confident man I had began to know disappeared. “B-but how? I thought you had a boyfriend?”

“I did. But we didn’t do anything. So technicality, I have done more with you in about 14 hours then I did with him for two years.” He laughed, but it wasn’t the same as the one at his house. It was shaky, and breathless. He grabbed my hand as I started to exit the door.

“I will call you when I get off of work, okay? Piénsame.” He kissed my hand and smiled up at me from his seat. I smiled back, albeit shakily, and prepared to face the wrath of Laura.

I wondered vaguely about how well he knew the area for being new.

Author's note:Sorry about the Spanish if you didn't understand it.

Eres mi media naranja: You are my half of an orange (You are my other half)

Eres maravillosa, un tresoro y mi mundo: You are marvelous, a treasure and my world

Ti quiero: I love you

Quieres mi corazon?: Will you have my heart?

Piensame: Think of me

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