Bound to you

05: Inner Circle

" call my name and i will rush out "

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| Diana La Rossi |

When I woke, the sun was blinding me, as I forgot to close the damn curtains. I cursed and rolled out of the bed, landing on the floor with an 'ouf'. I sighed and ran a hand trough my hair as I glanced up, frowning. The sheets were tangled between my legs and my pillow was besides me. On the nightstand the alarm clock read 8:30am, and I yawned as I grabbed the pillow and laid on it, taking a small nap. It was still early, and even though I had so many things to do, a little more sleep surely won't harm me.

"Fuck," someone yelled, and they tripped over my legs, landing on the floor. I scrambled off the floor, my eyes barely open, my mouth dry and with the sheets tangled around me as I met with a Sofia, which was currently on the floor.

"Sofia?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"I forgot you slept like a fucking weirdo. Did someone push you off the bed?" She frowned, her eyes scanning me. I probably looked horrible, but Sofia has seen worse.

"Fuck no, the light was blinding me," I yawned as I walked towards the bathroom. I quickly washed my face and brushed my hair, letting it flow. When I walked back inside my room, Sofia made my bed and opened some windows, letting the cold crisp air inside the penthouse. I slung my arms around me and shivered, cursing Sofia in my mind. She loved fresh air and a room not smelling like fish and dead people, and so each morning when she would sleep over I would wake up literally freezing. No matter if it was hot or snowing, she would open the window. Every single damn time.

I walked to the kitchen, sniffing in the smell of pancakes. On the high tabletop there were two plates, with 4 pancakes stacked on each. I grabbed a syrup and poured it over them, before adding some berries to it. As I sat down Sofia walked in, a small smile on her lips as she sat next to me and began eating.

"I can cook, see?" She nodded at the pancakes and I laughed.

"Sure. Last time you did so the whole kitchen burned down. Remember when we had to re-built the walls and replace the furniture?" I arched my eyebrow, and she opened her mouth as she laughed.

About a year ago Sofia tried to cook pasta, and decided that getting drunk while doing so was totally a great idea. She let the sauce on for too long and it began burning, and when she saw that, she tipped the pan with the boiling pasta on it, making it worse. As she had an oven that ran on gas but you had to literally light the thing up manually and then it would make a small flame of gas, the water only made it worse and the pot where the sauce was began burning, along with the stove. She had a socket near it, and the thing blew up when the fire reached it. Sofia being the smart person she was, she forgot everything she knew about fire safety and ran out of the kitchen, screaming.

I announced my dad and he went over, got rid of the fire and replaced her whole kitchen. Since then she had an electric stove she could cook on without burning the whole house down. As I wasn't allowed out very often, I saw the whole thing live, on my laptop.

"Honestly that stove was hell," she groaned as she gathered her plate and began washing it. " I will never cook drunk again. Horrible mistake."

"You cooking alone is horrible, Sofia," I smiled. "Since we are together, perhaps I could show you how to cook," I grinned at her as I handed her my plate, and she shook her head at me.

"Don't even bother, I will forget the whole thing the second I walk out of here," her eyes widened, and I laughed.

"Sure, Sofia," I shook my head and walked out, stopping dead into my tracks as my phone ringed. I turned it on and an unfamiliar number sent me a message: