Page 172 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

And then, I found out he has never seen a single fucking Disney movie his whole life. Which I thought was incredibly blasphemous because how the fuck did that happen?

“It’s just not something my family was into,” he told me. “I was never a movie or TV show person, Briar. I preferred building LEGO sets or drawing. I needed something to do with my hands, and watching TV was not it. Though I do like to have it on for background noises.”

You fucking bet I changed that by introducing him to my favorite Disney movie at all times — Beauty and the Beast. But then he commented he thought it was weird that we’re teaching children early on about Stockholm syndrome.

Uncultured asshole.

He makes it up by cooking for me, though. He’s cooked for me the past few days, which I was pleasantly surprised about because I saw a lack of groceries in his kitchen pantry the first time I came to his place.

“Just because I don’t cook doesn’t mean I don’t know how to,” Rurik told me after serving me the best roast chicken I’ve ever had.

“Why don’t you cook more, then?” I asked him. “Are you really playing into the whole starving artist stereotype?”

“Noodles in a cup are just faster and easier,” He had said, which I thought was incredibly fair. And then he would continue cooking me the best meals ever, acting as if it was the easiest thing he’d ever done.

Not that I’m complaining.

Actually, scratch that. I did complain plenty because I also learned that despite thinking his house was clean, he doesn't treat my kitchen the same way as his own. Rurik has this awful habit of not cleaning up after himself while and after he cooks. It fucking stresses me out seeing dishes piling up and splatters of sauce all over my stove.

I kept asking him to clean up, but then he would make up some excuse like, “Why bother washing those pots now when I'll have to wash the plates later anyway? It's more efficient to do them all at once instead of washing dishes twice,” or “Briar, I know this is your kitchen, but can you kindly fuck off? Messes will be made because I’m cooking and don’t want you hovering over me. It’s fucking distracting. Leave.”

The fucking audacity of the man. Kicking me out of my kitchen.

After a day of that bad habit, I had enough. After he finishes using something, I immediately wash it. That way, by dinnertime, he just has the plates and silverware to wash, and the kitchen surface is already clean and clear.

Despite all those awful tidbits I’ve learned about him — I wouldn’t change a thing about him. I'm living in fucking La La Land ever since Rurik came back to me. Every morning when I wake up, I wish for the day to pass quickly, knowing I'll see my angel again in the evening.

Right now, however, I’m kind of annoyed. And that’s all because I didn’t see Rurik last night. Not because we got into another fight, no. But because he texted me yesterday morning that he had to spend the whole day with his mom and stepdad.

You fucking bet I threw a bitch fit. I mean, not at him.

I just sent him a quick “Aww, okay! Don’t worry about it, angel xx” text, but I sulked like a little brat and spent the whole day beating people up who was in Mr. Roger’s shit list.

God, I need to get a hold of myself. I need to get out of bed, stop thinking about stuff that happened the past few weeks, and focus on today. I have to meet up with Nat and Oscar this late afternoon for work stuff.

Ugh, I’m so tired of work.

Fighting evil assholes doesn’t do much for me anymore. There’s only one evil asshole I should be focusing on, but I can’t because of his beautiful stepson.

I sigh, getting out of bed and stretching. It’s a new day today, so I should see Rurik tonight! My phone vibrates, and my mood suddenly lightens at the name that came up.

RURIK MY ANGEL:

-I thought I would be the first person to text you good morning for once.

-Good morning, Briar.

I grin so wide my cheeks hurt.

Manifestation is fucking real! He is so in love with me.

ME:

-Awww. But, it’s almost noon. I usually send you good morning texts way earlier ;P

-Also, you didn’t add any X’s! Where’s my morning kisses? :(

RURIK MY ANGEL:

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