"Who's there!" I exclaimed, trying to shake off my sleep.
"Babe, babe, it's OK. Just me," whispered Chloe. "Frankie let me in."
"What time is it?" I asked and yawned.
"Two. Sorry I woke you," Chloe said as she crawled into bed behind me and wrapped her arms around my body. "I missed you."
Chloe smelled of beer from the bar and blood? I turned around to get a close look at my girlfriend who was now sporting a black eye and a bloody lip. "What the hell?" Well so much for sleeping. "What happened to you?"
Chloe giggled nervously. "It's a long story, I'll tell you in the morning," she said.
"No you'll tell me now," I demanded.
"Well, it's stupid. This bouncer at the bar thought I was hitting on her girlfriend and started pushing at me and then things got a bit out of hand," she explained anxiously.
"Were you hitting on her?" I asked.
"No. No baby. I just looked at her and served her a drink, and then she started talking to me about her girlfriend," she said. "Then I got pushed, and she hit my lip, and I threw a punch back and she got me in the eye."
"Well, if you were flirting with her girlfriend you deserved it," I said getting up to go to the kitchen and get an icepack for her swollen face. I imagined Chloe fighting like it was a scene out of Lady Gaga's new video "Telephone".
"Babe, I swear I wasn't flirting," she lied. Chloe flirted with everyone and I really had no patience for lies. It made me wonder if she was in the Cheater Registry.
"Where is this going Chloe?" I asked and placed a the icepack in a towel on her head. "Really, do you want a girlfriend or do you just like saying the word?"
"I want a girlfriend," she said.
"Well, I'm not just any girlfriend. I'm me and I don't want a half-assed relationship," I said. "I certainly don't want my girlfriend beaten up in bars for flirting with other girls. Get it?"
"Yeah. I got it," Chloe said. "I'm scared. Just scared. I haven't felt this way about anyone for a really long time. I don't know if I'm ready for it," she said.
"Then you have to figure it out," I said. "I think you should go home and sleep on it."
"I would rather sleep on you?" she said and smiled one of those I'm so charming-type smiles.
"Unfortunately, I'm not a pillow," I answered.
"I want to be girlfriends," Chloe said said suddenly. "I'm just acting stupid. I'm sorry. So sorry. Please can I stay and hold you tonight."
"Listen, you don't know if you want to hold me or some other girl you met at the bar. I think you should go home," I said sending Chloe and her ice pack out the door. - Ruby
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