My Boyfriend's Mother

25: This is How I'll Die

"I WANNA KNOW! I WANNA KNOOHHOOWW!! I wanna knnooowww!! I wanna know what love iisss!!" I stopped singing my heart out in the shower when I heard footsteps inside the cabin. "Josh?" I called out. There was no answer. I turned the shower off to listen intently. "Josh if that's you, it ain't funny." I chuckled nervously. The footsteps started again. And it was getting louder and louder. It's near. I can feel it. I looked up to see there was no towel on the rack. Where's the damn towel!? The knob turned. FUCK! "Don't come any closer!" I panicked and looked around the shower room. Anything sharp! I've got my shaver! No wait, I don't. I shaved before I came here because I was expecting I was gonna have sex with Josh but also surprisingly not looking forward to it! The door cracked opened and I screamed for my dear life. This is it. This is how I'll die. Wet and naked in the cabin bathroom with no one else. Except a big white towel appeared through the door and a voice came. "You must've left this in your bed so here you go." Elena? "Uhm.." Okay, so I may not die today. But I'm still wet and naked. I snatched the towel from her hands and she locks the door and closes it. She didn't even bother to look at me? I feel offended.

When I came out, she wasn't around. But I heard jazz music softly coming from the kitchen. And only good things come from jazz music. I followed the rhythm and the smell of sweet butter. I see Elena wearing jeans and a white apron. Bending over the stove. "Hey," I called. "So did you find out what love is?" She asked without turning to face me. "Huh?" I asked. "Oh, the song!" Fuck, she heard that? "I'm sorry." She finally turned to me. And good God does she look beautiful with that white bandana over her head. "You.." She pointed the long spatula thing at me. "Have got to stop apologizing over nothing." She turned again to finish what seemed like French toast on the pan. "Sorry," I mumbled. She glared at me. Yikes. Why is that so hot though? "You hungry?" She asked. "Not really." My stomach growled on cue. I looked down at it. Traitor. "You haven't had breakfast yet? Sit." Yes, ma'am. We sat across from each other. Damn, that toast smells so good when combined with Elena's intoxicating scent on this fine morning. Plus, the cabin. Did I actually die in the shower? Can I have you for breakfast instead? "Cream or sugar?" Oh. "Uh yes." She expertly stirs the coffee. "Can I ask?" I said when she brought it over to the table. "What are you doing here?" She looked at me like I just told her I've got a lizard's tail in my pocket. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" She crossed her arms and looked at me dead in the eye. "You're in my house." She stated. "I mean I know. B-but Josh took me here..-"

"Relax I was just messing with you. Eat." Why you little sweet ball of sunshine. "So you knew I was here?" I took a bite of her delicious French toast. Oh my goodness. I definitely died.