Pieces of a Girl

Chapter Six

After sharing a very private and personal detail of both of their lives as well as a kiss, Maylen and Sebastian stayed up talking for most of the night. When it was about 2, Maylen invited him to stay over. No funny business was to occur, considering they had just kissed for the first time, but she felt bad making him drive all the way back home at the hour.

They went to Maylen's room and piled in her bed. Sebastian wrapped her in his arms so that she would be snuggled close to his chest. They continued to talk for another hour before finally exhausting themselves. She fell asleep first, well actually Roscoe did, but Sebastian was the last one left awake. He laid there and watched as she seemed so peaceful just being in that moment. He let himself picture this as the rest of his life, but his heart was moving too fast, his brain reminded him. So, he drifted to sleep.

Maylen woke up around 8 with Sebastian now hugging her waist from behind her. She turned her head to see him fast asleep. She laid there and watched as his chest rose and fell. She let a smile crawl to her lips as she tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp without him knowing. He grunted but rolled over without second guessing her absence.

She tiptoed into her closet and grabbed a tshirt. She quickly changed from her dress, hoping he wouldn't catch her mid-strip. Then she laughed to herself as she sat out a pair of her oversized sweatpants and a tshirt for Seb as he was still in his dress clothes.

She made her way to the kitchen, let Roscoe out, and began to make breakfast. She made bacon, eggs, pancakes, and her famous grilled cheeses. The whole time, she had her headphones in, dancing to the music playing through them as she pretended to be Martha Stewart in her kitchen.

Sebastian woke up, reaching to the other side of the bed, leaving him to find nothing but cold sheets. He frowned for a second, until he realized that he smelled breakfast. When he got up, he saw the clothes she had placed out for him, much like the night she got sick. He snickered as he took off his clothes from the night before and put on the sweat pants. They were too short for his long legs, making him look quite comical.

He sleepily walked to the kitchen when he saw her. She was dancing around in just a shirt, her hair waving around her, placing various foods all around her counters. She stopped just long enough to break an egg over her pan, when she felt arms around her waist. She jumped at the feeling at first but he quickly soothed her by placing a kiss on her shoulder. She turned around and took one of her earbuds out. He pulled her waist closer to him, crossing his arms at her back, pulling her into a kiss. He didn't have a shirt on, leaving his tanned skin bare to her. Her hands moved from his hair, down his arms, and over his chest. Having already taste tested one of the pancakes, they both tasted sweet like syrup.

Pulling away, "Mmm, good morning to you too.", she laughed.

He smiled, "Well, I don't know about you, but I could get used to this.", he said burying his head into her neck to place more kisses.

Her head tilted backwards, as the feeling was almost too good. He noticed and stopped what he was doing.

Trying to change the subject, "Oh, I almost forgot you had a tattoo. What did it mean again?"

"Oh, you are wrong for that. Don't tempt me and then take it away."

"No, seriously May, tell me again what it means."

She turned around back to her eggs, "It means growth, new beginnings, and fulfillment. Thank you very much."

He paused, thinking about their conversation the night before, "You got this because..."

"Because of my struggles with myself? Yes, I did. I got it when I was 19 for my birthday. It's just a reminder to keep pushing forward."

He moved back behind her again, moving her hair out of the way to place a kiss right on top of the ink, "I'm proud so of you.", he said close to her ear.