Perfectly Imperfect || C. Diggory

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 || 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Once Cedric had left I felt empty. Bored. I didn't live anywhere near Jenn or Olivia, and it wasn't like I was going to go to Steve's house alone. Every day felt the same. I would wake up, eat something, go outside for a little bit, watch a show in the living room, and then read a book. Every. Single. Day.

And, Cedric hadn't even been gone for that long. It had only been five days since he went home. I wondered if he missed me as much as I missed him. I pulled myself out of bed, not bothering to make it knowing I'd probably be back in it in a couple hours.

I trudged out of my bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen. Kayla was sitting at the table reading a comic book titled Spider-Man VS The Horrific Hobgoblin! She looked up at me as I began making a ruckus opening and closing cupboards in search for something to quench my hunger.

"Morning, y/n. What're you making?" Kayla asked me, wide awake. I never understood her energy she had so early in the morning. Maybe she was just young, and carefree. Then again, with John coming in and out of the house every few days couldn't make her feel as safe and comfortable.

"I don't know, toast." I came up with on the spot, walking to the bag of whole grain bread. I slid the slices into the toaster, and sat down at the table across from Kayla.

"You look depressed." She stated. I scoffed, and fiddled with the hair elastic on my wrist.

"It's 'cause I am. It feels like weeks since I've seen Cedric. And, I feel like my feelings aren't valid because I'm just being clingy, and most girlfriends aren't like this. It's stupid, really. I shouldn't feel like this, it makes me look weak. 'Unable to function without my man.' But, I swear I can, it's just- sorry, I shouldn't burden you with this, Kay." I muttered, standing up, hearing my toast pop.

"Wait, y/n/n," she exclaimed. I turned around to face her. "you look like you need a hug."

"That... would be nice, thanks, Kayla." I smiled as I felt her small arms wrap around my waist. Her face rested in my chest as I stroked her hair. "I love you, Kay, I don't tell you enough." She pulled away to look at me.

"Love you too." She grinned, sitting back down and opening her comic back up again. I spread some peanut butter and raspberry jelly onto the warm toast and placed it on the table. Kayla watched as I poured some coffee from the carafe into my special mug with the first letter of my name on it.

"What?" I asked her, smiling. She glanced down to the carafe. I realized looked dawned on my face. "You know Mum doesn't like when you have caffeine... but, I suppose she isn't here, and I trust you not to go wild if I let you have a cup..."

"Yes, pretty please, y/n?" She begged, clasping her hands together.

"Alright, you're getting eight ounces." I chuckled, pouring yet another cup into a mug with the letter "K" on it. It was generally used for hot chocolate, in Kayla's case. I put the usual amount of milk and sugar in mine, adding an extra little bit for Kayla knowing she'd like it sweeter and less strong.

She giggled with glee as I slid her mug across the table. She took a big glug of her extra sugary coffee and licked her lips as she pulled away. She hummed, pleased.

I heard the door open, not the normal, calm, relaxed way. The angry-about-something John way. I quickly motioned for Kayla to put the coffee cup under the table; John would be furious if he saw her drinking it.

He walked in the kitchen, his intimidating eyes bulging. "What are you two doing sitting on your lazy asses?" He gruffed. I could feel my heart bouncing out of my chest. His presence was scary in general, you never knew what he would do or say. Never knew what he wanted.