Why Don't We?

Chapter Two

When I woke up the next morning, I was greeted by blinding sunshine. Who in the heck pulled my curtains open? Did I forget to close them last night? I must have. I was so exhausted from yesterday. I groaned. Right. My hand was still intensely bandaged. Just as I was about to roll over in bed, my phone started to ring. Now who could that be? I glanced at the caller I.D. It was Elizabeth as I had suspected. Not now. It was too early to deal with her crazy shenanigans. I answered anyway knowing she would continue to pester me until I answered. 

"Hello?" I tried to sound as sleepy as possible. 

"Oh, Aria! I'm so sorry for waking you! I was just checking in. I see the note that was left. What happened?" For once, she sounded sincere. I briefly explained the situation, leaving Aizawa out of the picture. "I'm so sorry. Who wrote that anyway? They've got incredible handwriting! I might just keep it for myself!" Of course she would. I sighed. 

"He was kind enough to bandage me. You don't know him." I already got defensive. She didn't need to know more than what she currently knows. 

"Really? Well, whoever he is, you sure got lucky. Now I wish I could have been there." I instantly froze at the thought. She would have been all over him. I rolled my eyes. 

"Whatever. Would you have rather sliced open your manicured hands?" The last part was sarcastic, but she didn't pick up on it as I knew she would. 

"Oh my god! You're so right. Aria, thanks again for closing. I owe you one. The store is spotless!" 

"Eh, thanks. Has it been pretty busy today?" 

"Strangely enough, no! I think the storm scared everyone away. There were a lot of trees that got knocked down." This was far too casual for a conversation that we were sharing. It should have concluded with the injury. Out of nowhere, I heard a noise coming from my kitchen. What the? Who was that? 

"Sorry, I should get going. I've gotta get breakfast and all that." I admitted. She didn't seem to get the hint of my poor excuse of a lie. 

"Oh yes! Of course! I hope you have a speedy recovery!" 

"Thanks." I grumbled and hung up before the conversation got more awkward. Now to see who was invading my kitchen. I was still slightly groggy and struggled to open my eyes in this obnoxious sun. As much as I loved California, I hated how early the sun woke me up. I had to remind myself to look into better curtains at some point. Just as I was contemplating future colors for curtains, I screamed. Who the heck? Who was that? And why were they standing in my kitchen without a shirt on? There was no reaction. He turned around. Oh right. It was Aizawa. I completely forgot that he had stayed last night. 

"Uh, I hope it's okay I got myself breakfast." His awkward stance was enough to somewhat calm me down. 

"Jesus! You scared the crap out of me!" I hollered which made him grin slightly. It was also then I had noticed myself. My pajamas consisted of nothing but a large t-shirt that my father gave me years ago. Aizawa took a giant bite of cereal with a smug grin. I couldn't tell if it was because of my reaction or the lack of clothing I was wearing. 

"You should have seen the look on your face." He gloated and I pouted. 

"Not funny. At least someone's in a good mood." I grumbled, also getting myself a bowl. He grunted in response and I simply shook my head. What a way to start my day. I was going to try and ignore the fact that an extremely attractive man who is currently topless is currently in my kitchen eating cereal like a child. I took my own seat in my living room which was the next room over. The couch faced the giant picture windows which had a view to the neighborhood below me.