Cracked | BoomerNA ✔️

[ 019 ]

[ 019 - You Love It ]
( Word Count - 1202 )
- Written on August 17th 2021 -
• Unedited Because TeeHee •

"Morning," I mutter as I see Boomer walk out of his room and into the hallway from where I am sitting in my living room. There is a bowl of colorful cereal in my hands and Boomer blinks once, looking tired before a small grin breaks across his face. He makes his way over to me and sits down on the couch next to me. I smile because he is actually here in the UK, sitting on my couch with a stupid grin across his face to watch at least the first season today. "You look exhausted." Boomer points out as he nudges me lightly, a playful grin across his face as he does so.

"I am," I say with a small sigh and he moves my long blond hair out of my face. We stare at each other for a minute and I notice for the first time since he has gotten here that his pretty blue eyes are even prettier in real life.

"And I was the one with jet lag," Boomer laughs a little because it was true. I look more tired then I have in a while and I assume by the way that he is messing around that he doesn't share the tired feeling anymore. Yesterday we had originally come home with the intentions of unpacking his stuff, including his pc but never got to it.

"Oh shut up," I laugh lightly and get to my feet with the bowl of almost empty cereal in my hands. I see Boomer's expression change for a second before he gets up and follows after me to the kitchen. I can almost feel his eyes tracing my body as I look walk but ignore him, placing my bowl into the sink after washing it out with water. "Do you like cereal?" I ask him as I reach for the box of cereal that sits on one of the top shelves.

"Yeah," Boomer laughs and I nod lightly before starting to climb onto the kitchen counter. I can hear him laughing at me as I stand on the marble counter, placing the of cereal box I had been using on the shelf before turning back to show him the other ones I have. "Who doesn't like cereal?" He scoffs and I toss him a box of cereal which he easily catches.

"Plans for today," I say sitting down on the counter next to Boomer. He makes his way over to me and I burry my head into his shoulder. I can hear a small chuckle come from his mouth and I roll my eyes but don't move away as his arms wrap around me again. "I reckon we could get a stream in." I tell him, my voice muffled slightly and his body warmth is welcoming.

"I'm up for that." Boomer holds me closer with a small hum and a small sigh escapes my lips because it's comfortable here. It's nice and he keeps his arms wrapped around my waist. We are at the perfect level so I can see into his eyes due to the fact that he is standing but I am sitting on the counter. I nod a little and we stand with each other for a few seconds, the bowl of dry cereal sitting not too far from us on the counter.

"Tired," I mutter as an excuse and a small chuckle leaves Boomer's lips again. I can tell that he is liking my clinginess because he knows that I'm not usually like this. Physical touch has never really been my thing but with Boomer it feels different. Or maybe it's just because I'm tired. I decide it's the second thing as Boomer steps back to finish making his cereal, grabbing the milk from the fridge. "You can start up my stream, I'll clean everything up and then be back." I tell Boomer as I jump off of the counter and he nods a little, pouring the milk into his cereal before capping it again and putting it back where he found it.

"Ok baby girl," Boomer says the words slipping from his mouth as if it was completely normal in real life and I feel a small smile appear on my face so I quickly turn around. Of course I have gotten used to him calling me it online, mainly to tease our fans or make fun of me but for some reason it feels different in person. I am very well aware of how pink my face had gotten but won't let him see that. I glance over my shoulder and see Boomer with a grin across his face but his cheeks are also tainted the pink color.

"Don't call me that," I tell him with a small smile across my face as I move past him. I look into the fridge to see that he had put the milk back in the proper spot. At least Boomer isn't a bad person to live with, so far he hasn't made a huge mess like Tommy would've and had been really nice to spend time with although we have both been asleep for the last so many hours since he landed.

"You love it," Boomer teases me and I roll my eyes again, stealing the box of cereal from his hands. I almost stumble and his hands are on my waist a second later to keep me from falling onto the kitchen floor where I would've died. I mean, I wouldn't have died but at the same time I think I would've. "Careful." He mutters a little and I get back up, leaning back against the counter. The floor might look nice but it's easy to slip on when you're just wearing socks and for some reason I always forget that.

"Maybe I do," I tell him, moving my arms so they are around his neck. His eyes widen just so slightly and a small grin breaks across my face as we look at each other. There is only so much space between us and the tension in the room had just increased tenfold. "Too bad you have a stream to start." I laugh lightly and slip out of his arms easily which makes him frown slightly. I climb onto the counter again so I can put the box back and feel him watch me do so.

"What the hell," Boomer says with a look of fake betrayal across his face. I stick my tongue out at him a little and a grin breaks across his face even though his face is pinker then it had been previously but I secretly know that mine is too and decide to not tease him about it quite yet. Maybe a little later.

"Go start streaming," I giggle pushing him out of the kitchen and he picks up his bowl of cereal before leaving the room. I laugh when I hear him mutter something about me being a tease as he turns the corner and I start doing the dishes so they won't be sitting in the kitchen sink all day while we stream.