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Chapter 17

We drive back to his apartment, this time with not so loud music, because the city is already sleeping.

Only few night people are up, working, or doing something, what I don't really care about.

We walk in his apartment and fall on the couch.

But he's immediately up, realizing his clothes are all wet. I chuckle at his almost horrified face, and he winces.

He comes closer and pulls me up, but I'm still chuckling.

-"Stop wetting my couch. I'll get you new clothes, so you can-" He starts walking to his room.

-"New clothes? I can't wear your clothes, idiot." I say, crossing my arms.

He rolls his eyes and turns to look at me for a bit, quickly looking all over my body. It didn't feel bad, but I was used to it since living in orphanage, so it didn't bother me much.

-"I'll find you something-" He trails off, going in his room.

I sigh but stay in my place where he pulled me up, when he suddenly walks back and tosses me something.

-"Try some of them on." Then he turns and goes to the bathroom.

I sigh and roll my eyes again, even thought he can't see me. And I look over at what he tossed me, and turns out they are underwear for a girl, and what probably was his T-shirt.

He goes out of the shower and walks past me into the kitchen, while I make my way to the shower.

I turn the hot water on and wash me over, then dry myself and try on all of the clothes he gave me.

And turns out, one pair of underwear actually fits me, and I finish up with his T-shirt and some pants.

I look into the mirror, and quickly dry my hair walking out of the bathroom and in the kitchen.

I see him making something, and quietly watch him, leaning in the door frame.

-"Will you stop?" He says and glares at me for a moment, then continue doing what we he's doing.

-"I'm not doing anything." I furrow my brow, surprised that my voice isn't dry, after late night swim in the cold water.

-"Stop looking at me." He answered, and even from a side profile is see him wincing.

-"No." I smirk.

-"Why not?" He asks and frowns.

-"Stop wincing, you don't want to make your pretty face ugly again." I say and try to play off the conversation.

-"I didn't-" He starts, but I'm not paying attention to his attempt to protest.

-"Where did you get the clothes?" I ask, furrowing my brow.

-"What do you mean? Isn't it normal to have girls clothes in case a girl is staying over?" He furrows his brow.

-"So you bring here a lot of girls?" I ask and cross my arms, looking at him.

-"No, that's not what I meant-" He starts and turns to me, frowning.

-"Then what?" I really wanna know the answer.

-"Since you really like annoying me, I figured you'll do it often." He turns back to what he's doing, trying to avoid eye contact.

-"So you don't have girls here?" I ask, just to be sure enough.

-"No." When I hear his answer, I immediately relax.

But I continue staring at him, noticing his cheeks getting a little red, probably from the hot stove.

I shrug and finally fall back on the couch, staring at the ceiling now, wondering if I just gotten jealous, or was it a normal response...

-"Hey Sim?" Suddenly I hear his beautiful voice calling me- by my name?

-"What?" I yell back, getting up from my seat, and walking over where he stood, crossing my arms.

-"I made food, if you want to." He holds up a plate for me and I immediately took it, without even hesitation.

-"Of course, you cook amazing!" I take a fork and start eating rice with some kind of sauce and a little bit salad.

I almost groan out when taking the first bite, only focusing on the food, with smile forming on my face.

-"Where did you learned to cook so amazing?" I look up to him, not stoping eating.

-"From my mom. She was a chef." He says and sighs, then starts eating too.

-"Before... before she died." He adds, looking more sad than ever. But after a moment it's gone, he winced, but then smiles at me.

-"Lets go watch movies."

I still see his eyes filled with sadness, but I have no idea what to say. As the only thing I can't think of.

-"You're doing better now, right?" I asks, concerned about the answer.

He nodded, falling on the couch and turning on his TV. I fall a little further away from him, and he chooses movie.

I take my blanket who I left here from the previous time I was here, and fold it around me, scrunching up in a ball, wanting to dissapear.

I hated seeing Mateo sad. I absolutely hated it, and couldn't get why do people are still treated like that. Why would take away someone's happiness? But I don't know from what she died, is it an illness, or she was killed.

So I can't jump to conclusions.

After a while Mateo sighed, visibly not being able to concentrate on the movie, so he got up again.

-"It's late. You should go home." He says, staring down at me.

-"Why?" I only turn my head as much as I need to see him, not any further, when I ask that.

Was he already tired of me being around?

-"It's late." He says again.

-"Can I stay? Please?" I make puppy eyes at him, and smile when I see him hesitating.

After a while in silence, he leaves me on the couch with a nod, going in his bedroom and bringing back a pillow and more blankets for me.

I smile of the thought that I get to stay at his place.

-"Don't wake me up in the morning." He warns me, turning to go to his bedroom.

-"Okay, pretty boy. Goodnight."

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