Young and Beautiful

Breakfast

"Toast?"

I look over at Tom, who is still in his pyjamas and bunny slippers that I'd bought him as a joke. I'd tell I'm to take them off only he says 'he's never felt comfort like this before.' I just laugh as he yawns and his mouth stretches to about a ruler wide. He holds his hand to head and scatches his head and hair. "I think we can do better than that after last night's meal." He smiles. I just frown and look in the cupboards. "We've got Cocoa Pops, Rice Crispes, Cornflakes," My voice trails off and I look around at the embarrassed man, "remind me to never let you go shopping alone! If you were allowed, you'd probably buy jelly for every meal of the day too, wouldn't you?" He just giggles and runs up behind me, grabbing my waist and lifting me up. "Maybe its because I'm just too childish!" I giggle as his hands go under under my Doctor Who t-shirt and tickle my stomach. My legs kick and flare out everywhere. He carries me into the living room and collapses onto the sofa, me still in his arms.

Our laughter dies down and we just lie there, staring up at the ceiling. Tom clears his throat and looks at me, smiling intently. I try to look away, a smile growing on my face. I turn my head slighty and rest on his chest. Our eyes meet and we stay there, staring. I grin and whisper to him, "Why are you staring at me?" He thinks for a moment, his eyes still locked on mine and then he grins. "Because you're beautiful." I giggle. A quote from my favourite film, The Fault In Our Stars, he must want something.

We ate breakfast, a bowl of Cocoa Pops each, and Tom went upstairs to get ready. I sighed as I walked into the living room and switched in the TV. I needed to catch up on Coronation Street because although it's sad for a 24 year old to watch this when they could be getting drunk, I was brought up on this show and at least I didn't have an obbession. Four episodes later, a very lively Tom came running down the stairs and started hopping on the carpet outside the living room. He came bounding in and jumped on top of the sofa, still hopping on his right leg. I just stared as his smile and eyes focused on me. "What are you doing?" I laugh, my body shaking and bouncing as the weight of the man lifts me up. He reaches his hand down and laughs "Don't touch the lava of course!"

"Of course?" I frown, our faces passing each other as we bounce.

"Well what else should two adults do when they are alone in their own home?" We pause and then burst out with laughter like hyenas.