"You went here just for us to talk about your love life?" Slate asks Maki as he glares at him hard, as if he wants to murder him right there, where he's standing. "We were about to have s*x, and you went here just to talk about your f*****g love life? Who does that?" My face burns brightly than a bulb could ever do.
"Apparently, me." Maki says nonchalantly, shrugging off his shoulders as if he doesn't care that Slate is fuming now in anger. Well, knowing Maki, he really doesn't care if Slate is angry or not. They bicker and fight like cats and dogs. So I figure that Maki has gotten used to Slate's attitude and ways. "Anyways, I just need your boyfriend's help, okay?"
"How can I be of help?" I mutter, scratching my cheeks, not really sure why he needs my help rather than Slate's. Slate lo
