I woke up to the smell of bacon. With my eyes still closed I imagined my mom in our quaint, yellow kitchen, leaning over the stove tirelessly making breakfast. This scene vanished as I opened my eyes. The TV was muted but on, and any movement of mine led to a crunch from the couch. How did I sleep on this thing all night?
"Morning." Miles said smiling.
Oh right, I had a human pillow to sleep on. I thought, grinning.
"How'd you sleep on that lump?" He said, reading my mind.
I laughed, "quite well actually."
The smell from the kitchen wafted in the air, "You're making breakfast?"
"Yup, I hope you're hungry." He scrambled more eggs.
Memories came flooding back from last night.
"I meant to ask you last night..." I started.
He turned his head toward me.
"Um, I saw Heather talk to you at the party...what did she say?"
He scraped the pan. "She asked about you and...me."
"You didn't tell her anything right?"
He shrugged. "Would it be so bad if I did?"
"Ugh, Miles, she will tell everyone something is happening. I've only been here a week and even I know that."
"Why is that so bad? Something is happening right?"
My heart dropped. I pulled the blanket tighter around me.
"Right?" He asked again.
Yes. I knew that something was happening when he kissed my forehead. We became a little more than friends last night, and certainly more than cousins.
But things were going too fast. I had known him for what, 5 days? I wanted things to slow down. Of course, I should've told him this.
"Nevermind." Miles said, his face falling, he turned back to the stove.
It was so simple, so quick. He whisked more eggs. I felt awful, but I needed to think logically. If I did have feelings for Miles and we started dating, I'd want my mom to know, but my mom doesn't know anything about me right now. It's too complicated. I would want her to approve. If she didn't want us to be together I'd be heartbroken. It's better to avoid this at least for now. But the silence that followed made me fear that I didn't just slow things down, I stopped them all together.
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