The Princess and the Punk

“We don’t have to go back right away.” Jimmy stated rubbing his nose.

“Where are we going to go then?” I asked.

“My old apartment.” he spoke.

I remained silent not sure if I should agree to this I mean he hates me, but he stood up for me.

Moments later he pulled into a empty parking lot. He got out and so did I then he locked the car before taking my hand again and pulling me inside the building.

“Elevator doesn’t work, so we have to take the stairs.” He said.

I walked behind him up 3 flights of stairs.

We reached apartment 64 and he unlocked the door with a grey key on his key chain.

“Welcome to my home.” He spoke.

We walked in I took in the smell of cigarettes and axe.

Jimmy turned on the small TV in front of a small couch that was slightly ripped, then he told me to make my self comfortable and handed me the remote control.

I flipped through channels until I found Scooby-Doo.

“You want some food?” He asked.

I nodded slowly not sure if I should or not.

He nodded and walked into I assume the kitchen.

I watched Velma think of a plan and Jimmy walked out of the kitchen he pulled his shirt off.

I couldn’t help but admire his tattoos.

I had to bite my lip and turn away to keep myself from staring at him.

“I see you checking me out.” He winked playfully just like before we started fighting.

I smiled and blushed before turning my attention back to the TV.