On Friends With Benefits

Tales from a not so average life

You ever been so addicted to someone it's become almost toxic? That you're always in need of their presence? That whenever you get the chance to spend even a second with the person, you'd want to simply melt into them and share one space in the universe? That's exactly how Gwen felt about Brad. No, she wasn't in love with him, or so she told herself, just a little bit addicted, more so than she'd like to admit. Ever the straightforward person, she craved to know if Brad felt the same or if she was simply a strategy to overcome the obstinate cold.

Let's take it back a notch to when the person she couldn't stand was the very person who had become the air she breathed. Sitting at The Bistro, her solace in the beautiful turmoil called life, Brad walked in with that insufferable swagger. What a cocky ass, she thought. Cute though, she had to give credit where it was due. Gwen was that sweet little 1% that always had their face buried in a book. More often than not, a huge ass book. She liked how intimidating she seemed in her saucer-like spectacles. The thick Harry Potter book she had in her lap wasn't helping much either. She loved being one of those savant-looking people. With her ever black braided hair, for she wasn't one for spontaneousness. Just another plus one to the ever growing Nairobian population.

Mystery visually enjoyable guy got his coffee, or whatever he liked to drink and made for a table. "SONOFA...!" The wanker managed to trip and drench Gwen's cloud-white coat in his decaf cappuccino. That wasn't even the worst of it, the wretch couldn't even muster an apology. Haughty ass! Just because Brad thought it would somehow magically make things better, he flashed his annoyingly beautiful pearly whites and sat across from Gwen.

"So, how do I make a bonny poppet like you buy a guy like me another cup of coffee?' The nerve of that boy!

"Well it's not my fault that you have no sense of direction, is it?" Gwen answered, cocking her head slightly, "so if you don't mind, that seat's taken, I'm waiting for someone," she lied.

" Well, I'd love to meet the angel dear enough to endure your company." Just like that, he made her get him another brew and he sat down with her.

Three hours later, he had, obviously, found out that Gwen indeed had no plans for delightful company that afternoon. He tirelessly mocked her love for Albus Dumbledore, and she involuntarily laughed at his rib ticklers. She had to admit it was definitely better than those lonely afternoons she spent taking her favorite drink and burying her face in a book till it was cool enough to walk back home. By the end of that fortuitous meeting with the 'stranger', it was later than she had ever gotten home. You know that moment you decide to check your watch and have to do a double-take then proceed to have a mini heart attack? That's exactly how Gwen reacted to the time. In any other person's eyes she wasn't that late, she was an 'adult' anyway, so why should 7 p.m. seem so scary? Well that's Gwen for you.

Brad noticed her distress and his witty ass already had a plan in mind. He was going to pretend to be a member of Gwen's secret book club and that they were afraid to tell people that they particularly enjoy The Ladybird series. I mean it was a perfect plan. Her mum would definitely be too shocked about their choice of books to remember that Gwen was late. It actually worked. In fact, Gwen's mother was so delighted that Gwen brought a boy over that she insisted he stay for dinner. If Brad's ever-growing ego was too big, that must've made it skyrocket. Start of a somewhat awkward relationship.

So, when Gwen awoke for the fourth time in Brad's bed, in her birthday suit and entangled in a knot with the 'stranger', she began to rethink those rules they had lain down for their 'Friends with Benefits' arrangement. She punished herself for falling for Brad. She got up, turned out the light, and went back into his bed. She knew she would stay there the rest of the night, and she would be there when Brad woke up in the morning. In the meantime, she would just live.

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