By now, i was already aware that Felix was back in bed and fast asleep. I, on the other hand, was still wide awake, staring at the ceiling. This guest bed had a stiff mattress and a very thin blanket, that was struggling to keep me warm on this cold night. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't. I was parched. I hadn't had a drink since before I left my house to go to the shop.
I had the idea of sneaking downstairs to Felixs kitchen to grab a drink, but I had been procrastinating over that for the past hour.
What if I wake him up? What if I brake something? What if I accidently open a new orange juice carton instead of one that was already half empty? Alright, now I was overthinking. I sighed.
Eventually, I just thought, fuck it, and quickly hopped out of the bed, choosing to do it faster to get any noise I make swiftly out of the way.
I cautiously took big strides across the outside hall, trying to avoid any creaky floorboards, if he had any. I had no idea how much of a heavy sleeper this guy was.
I slowly headed down the stairs, dropping down each foot two stairs at a time, in attempt to make the process faster.
With a sigh of relief, I made it to the downstairs floor. I hadn't gotten a proper look of his living room yet. It was still dark inside, with no lights on.
I eventually made it to the kitchen, trying to keep everything I do one step at a time and as silently as possible. I opened his fridge, feeling the chilled air flow out.
Now, the only light was the fridge light, but it was very dim and hardly made any difference.
A carton of orange juice was sitting on the bottom shelf of the fridge door, right beside two pints of milk.
I reached over to grab it.
As I lifted the carton up, my wrist hit the bottom of the shelf above that one, and a jar of mayonnaise popped out of it and fell out.
I knew what was coming. I scrunched up my face and gritted my teeth, ready for the...
Smash.
It had smashed on the hard kitchen floor, the glass made such a noise that it was certain Felix had heard it.
Sure enough, through the wall, I heard the thundering of his feet running down the stairs. I braced myself.
He sprinted towards me and halted to a stop when he saw that it was me.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" he practically screamed. Oh no, I thought, I'm seriously pushing my luck.
"I THOUGHT SOMEONE HAD BROKEN IN. WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING DOWN HERE?" he was still yelling, standing about 3 metres away from me.
"I-im sorry Felix. I just came down to get a drink...and this happened..." I said, careful how I worded it.
He looked to the floor, seeing the smashed jar, sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He had eyebags and his hair was even messier. All he was wearing were a pair of shorts.
"Listen, y/n, or whatever your name is, go back upstairs. Ill clean this shit up and get your drink" his voice had turned a lot softer and quieter. He was probably too tired to stay mad at me.
I frowned apologetically and nodded, walked past him, and went back upstairs.
Soon enough, he entered the room I was sleeping in, a glass of orange juice in his hand.
Without saying a word, or barely even looking at me, he placed it on the beside table next to where I was laying, and began to walk straight back out. It was obvious he was stressed out from everything with me recently.
"I'm really sorry. This is like the second time I've woken you up this night and-"
"I wasn't asleep" he said, and stopped walking away to turn and face me.
"Really?"
"Really really. I'm a busy guy. I had to finish editing vid- uhh typing. Typing not editing"
He said, stumbling over some of his words.
"Typing? Typing what?" I was letting my curiosity get the better of me.
"I wasnt-...its none of your business, kid" he said impatiently.
I furrowed an eyebrow.
"Sorry? I guess? And I'm not a kid. I'm 25"
His face lit up slightly at the last part, for some reason, but immediately went back to his normal expression.
"Alright, fellow millennial, its none of your business"
I let out a huff of amusement at his response and cocked my head at him.
My expression seemed for cause him to smile a little. I dont think I had seen him smile until now. He had a kinda comforting smile, showing off his perfect white teeth. It suited him actually. It was as if when he smiled he turned from angry stranger that wants nothing to do with me, to decent friendly guy who...still probably wants nothing to do with me.
Why was I even describing him that way?
Its not like I want anything to do with him either. Definitely not. No way.
His checked the watch on his wrist.
I didn't know shit about watches, but it looked expensive. Maybe it wasnt, I wouldn't know, but it was definitely a nice watch.
"Hey, uhh, you want breakfast? Its basically the morning and I was gonna cook something..."
I raised my eyebrows. I wouldn't have expected him to ask me that. I thought he would've wanted me out of his house asap.
"I would love that" I grinned.
He gave me another very faint smile, that more seemed like he was just pursing his lips again.
"Alright. Ill go...do that, then. Yeah" he decided awkwardly, walking out the room to go back downstairs.
I watched as he walked out. He had good posture. He always walked proudly around his house.
I decided to head down as well, since we'd most likely be eating downstairs.
