Once Upon A Starr

Chapter 3: The thief is cooking breakfast

Running around the garden with my beautiful white Sunday dress, I came in contact with a rock and stumbled upon it. I closed my eyes as I sensed my fall but something firm and muscular held me around my waist.

I opened my eyes and stared at a very beautiful man. He has mesmerizing green eyes, blonde hair and luscious sweet lips.

He stared down at me and as he slowly closes the gap between our lips, I closed my eyes but there was no kiss and no more mysterious man and then,..

I woke up!

I opened my eyes and immediately covered my eyes to block the sunlight from the window. I slowly got up to close the curtains, which totally slipped my mind last night, and realized that it was only a dream, a quite realistic dream to be exact.

A beautiful dream.

But I can’t help but think about that man’s handsome face and those eyes, those spellbinding green eyes..

He looks so mysterious and familiar, is that even possible?

I sighed and sat down on my bed thinking that I hope that was real, I hoped that the dream was real and that Mr. Mysteriously Familiar Man of my dreams is real.

I smiled as I touched my lips, the almost dream kiss.

Being a girl who loves chick flicks, romance and rom-coms, this dream somehow made my day. It was enough to make me smile for an entire week. I laughed at my stupid self and stopped as I heard my stomach grumbled.

Tying my hair in a messy bun, I stood up, picked my laptop and phones from my desk and slowly walked down to the kitchen. It was then, at the staircase, that I realized that someone is cooking breakfast and I was 100% sure that it’s not Anna for she went to town early this morning to attend a baptism of her friends’ daughter and that can’t be Anastasia ‘cause it’s a school day. So, that leaves Steffi and I and knowing my sister, she would still be sound asleep in her bed and I was right as I peeked through her door.

And then realization overwhelms me.

Oh my God. There’s a thief in my house! But it can’t be a thief, right? Who the hell in his right mind would dare to cook while stealing in someone else’s home? That’s just insane!

“Who the hell is in the kitchen?!” I muttered to myself.

Being the curious person I am, I tiptoed my way to the kitchen and clutched my lappy close to my chest.

I took a deep breath and entered the kitchen. I was ready to attack when I spotted the thief and it was no other than Josh.

Thank God it’s just him. 

“Hey there, my beautiful Star!”, he faced and greeted me with the biggest smile on his face.

“Josh! You scared the shit out of me!” trying to sound angry but failed.

He gave me a smirk and turned his back to continue cooking breakfast. I must admit, it smelled great and that my little starry people living my stomach are jumping up and down which made me hungrier. I didn’t just miss him, I missed his cooking, too.

Back in high school, he would drive me home and cook for me whenever I’m hungry. It’s just that he knows when I’m hungry without me even telling him. I guess he just have that “Starry Hunger Radar” and that’s why he was the perfect boyfriend slash best friend ever.

“Anna let me in before she left. She still loves me, you know.” He continued taking with pride in his voice.

I can’t help but smile at what he just said. She was his number one fan and probably still is. “She has always loved you, Joshie. So,.. when can we it?” I asked a little desperate; I love food. I adore them and I will literally to anything to have them.