Who: Gilman & Annie. When: Two years ago in July, late morning. Where: Annie’s apartment. What: FLASHBACK: Gilman and Annie’s break-up. Warnings: A lot of rough, end-of-relationship arguing.
Gilman wasn’t really a relationships kind of guy, but things with Annie were pretty good. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d managed to go six months with the same woman, but he and the blonde were similar enough to be more tolerate of eccentricities unique to being a gossip hound, while still being different enough to stay interesting to each other. That, and the sex was really good. Really good. He knew some dudes wouldn’t give her the time of day because she was fat, but Gilman had never really gotten that whole deal. She fucked like a firetruck, which probably only made any real sense to him. The fact of the matter was that he liked her, and six months of knowing most of her personal business (with her barely knowing any of his, a feat he was quite proud of) hadn’t soured him like it usually did. While Gilman didn’t have any plans to make it serious, he didn’t have any plans to break it off, either. So long as she was cool with the way things were, Gilman didn’t see a reason to switch it up. Her apartment was nicer than his trailer, anyway.
He’d left late last night and gotten up early for a run. It was summer, and he was mostly keeping up with his runs. He’d already had a few great jobs since spring, so his bank account was looking better than usual. He stopped in at the bakery before he finally jogged his ass over to Annie’s apartment. He had a key (she’d maybe seen the key to his trailer, but never touched it) to her place, so he let himself in, still breathing hard from the long run, but feeling good. He was already playing the morning out in his head. He’d give her the bag of fancy cupcakes, she’d tell him he stank and he’d go shower. She’d join him, and they’d manage to waste most of the day fucking in her apartment. Then maybe they’d go out drinking with friends – her friends, mostly, but he got along with them. Maybe a quickie at her apartment, he’d stay until she fell asleep, and then he’d slink out to go and do some research for his next job.
Life was good.
Gilman had a jaunty bounce in his step as he stepped off the elevator and opened the door to her place.
“Who wants cupcakes?” he asked, already pulling one out of the bag as Axel came to greet him, “Hey, buddy! Of course I got one for you. Your mom home, muttster?”
On the rare mornings he stayed over at her place, he'd take Axel on his runs with him when he woke up. He wanted a dog, but owning one in a trailer would've been messy, so Axel was the next best thing.