He Will Be Loved

"Well.... just a few friends of mine..." Blake chewed on his lip.

"Oh well...I don't know your friends so it don't matter too much does it. Thank you though." He sighed hopelessly.

Blake paused for a moment.
"Well... what about me?"

"What about you?" He smirked to himself as he listened closely.

"You just gotta make me say it don't ya?" Blake chuckled. "Well what if I liked you?"

"Yes I do, im a bitch like that." He grinned. "Well what if you liked me? What would we do about that?" He clicked his tongue.

Blake grinned, chuckling lightly.
"Well, we'd have to make sure your 'boyfriend' won't hurt you anymore..."

"Why not? What would be do that for? Does someone wanna take me out tomorrow night at six to cheer me up?"

"Well, IF I did like you, then I wouldn't want you being hurt all the time..." Blake nodded, smirking. "And, I think I can get someone to do that."

"And IF you like me your ass will be here to get me tomorrow." He giggled.

"Alright then. IF I like you, I'd definitely be there. Well, IF I liked you, i'd need your address." Blake chuckled.
Rick was still grinning at Biddy.

"Well IF you like me enough to come get me I'd have to know because I don't give my address to strangers with no interest in me at all." He licked his lips, giddy as hell.

Blake laughed lightly.
"Damn, ya got me. Alright then Biddy, I do like you."

"Oh yay, Ill give my address to strangers who wanna come stalk me....I live at 242 hopeless hide-away. Its the only house out there and its two story, hard to miss." He grinned at Rick.

"Yupp, I can totally stalk you. Hmm, is there a window in your bedroom?" He laughed. "Well, since I DO like you, I should come pick you up at six tomorrow?"

"Uh, yeah there is a window in my room but dont get confused with Kevin's. I think his husband would murder you for peeping at his sick ass." He stuck his tongue out a Rick. "And yeah, since you DO like me you should be here at six."

"Alright, well I'll see you tonight from the bushe- erm I mean, tomorrow at six." He laughed.

Biddy laughed lightly.
"I shower at seven. And yes you will see me then unless you come to early and im asleep. Then you wait because I need my sexy sleep."

"Seven right." He chuckled. "And alright, I wouldn't want to mess up the sexy sleep."

"No because im a bitch when I don't get my sexy sleep. I mean im still sexy as hell but im a bitch so,....Oh well imma bitch anyways, I just wanna sleep damnit don't question me!"

Blake laughed.
"Kay, no questioning. Got it. Well, looks like I'm about to burn my food so I'll see you tomorrow." There was a loud burning hiss followed by a string of cursewords from Blake. "Aw hell, yeah, I think I gotta bandage my hand..." He chuckled.

"Hehehe I can help with that! I know how to help horrible burns of all kinds." He grinned happily.

"Well then talk me through it. I don't want to go to a doctor or whatever and I'm medically challenged." He chuckled.

"Nooo I can't do that? That's not how I fix things. Look, since I can't do it you press you lips to it and smile. Kiss it better." He nodded to himself.

Blake chuckled and kised his hand with a smile.
"Not what I had in mind. And it doesn't work when I do it myself. And there's no one here to do it for me." He grinned.