Jess sat alone in her apartment, bored. It was a Monday, luckily she had the day off. He first one in weeks it seemed. But, since it was a Monday, everyone she knew was working. It was not pleasant to say the least.

    She fixed the braid falling over her shoulder in a effortless wave and pushed the bridge of her glasses up onto her nose. She glanced around her empty apartment. It wasn't anything special, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and living room. Nothing fancy. She pushed the soft blanket off her almost bare legs due to her black work out shorts she used a pj's and got off the couch.

    Now passing by the mirror she realized how disheveled her appearance was, well disheveled in her eyes. Her socks didn't match, her flannel buttoned up over a white tank top was wrinkled from sleeping in it. She hadn't had any makeup on and the french braid she also slept in was messy. Not to mention the broken ring finger that noe was wrapped in a white cast. She shruged and walk towards the kitchen anyway. It wasn't like anyone would she her anyway.

    She decided to get some food. Whether she was hungry or merely bored was in question, perhaps both. Doing her best with only her right hand she manage to make some eggs. She opened the utensil drawer to grab a fork, we she went to pull away, she couldn't. She. Was. Stuck.

   "Great" she uttered, she pulled as hard as possible without breaking the drawer. She tired to take the flannel off but undoing the button with you non dominent hand and also having a broken finger is not easy. She sighed and reached over the counter for her phone. Barely reaching it but successful she scrolled through her contacts. "Maybe Max is on break or somethint" she thought aloud. She pressed call and placed the phone to her ear almost dropping it.

   "Hello" he answered, Jess tapped her thigh. She does it when she's nervous "hey Max small problem" she spoke, he became concerned at listened carefully. "What is it are you okay?" He asked. "I'm stuck in the cursed drawer." She said, he tried to hide his laugh. "Max! Help me, the damn drawer" she stated angrily.

    Ahhh. The cursed drawer. This drawer wad the definition of pain in the ass. It always got stuck and when you pulled it, it would fall clean off. Everything had to be perfectly placed or it wouldn't close and the handle always fell off.

     "I'll be over in five, hang tight Jessie" he said, she waited patiently until she heard a knock at the door. "Max I swear I'll kill you!" She yelled, he chuckled as he came in. "Calm down I'm only messing with you" he stated, he looked at the situation and shook his head. "Jess why? Jess how?" He asked, she simply sighed. "Just get me our somehow" she said, he did everything to try and get her sleeve out. No. Use.

    "Have you tried taking the flannel off?" He asks, she blushes a slight pink and nods. "Yeah, can't get it over my head and can't undo the buttons with my broken finger" she stated, now it was his turn to blush. "Would you mind if I...undid....the buttons" he asked, she took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah I need to get out of here" he started at the top button just at her collar bone. To make things more awkward they just started at each other the whole time. But it went from awkward to lust. As he undid the last button she slide out the flannel with ease and kissed him in and flash.

    This all took him by surprise but he kissed back. He pushed her against the vanity but the drawer fell to the floor, spoons,forks and knives with it. She sighed in anger.

"That damn drawer!!!!!"