Lonely Together

'Your coffee is better.'

The next morning I was woken up by a text from my Mom, she had to work a few more days so she wouldn't be home for a while yet. That was nothing new. My Mother worked away as a consultant for a travel company. The pay was good and it kept us comfortable, being away from home a lot was something we just had to deal with. I was eighteen, I could take care of myself and I was mature enough to know that my Mothers work schedule was necessary. 

Now I knew she would not be turning up at any moment, I left Warren sleeping on the floor to go make a pot of coffee. As much as I wanted him gone I was in no rush to wake him, I would need at least two cups of coffee before dealing with his crap. I had just sat down with a coffee in hand when he made an appearance. I couldn't help myself, I gave him a once over as he stood in the kitchen doorway. There was no denying that Warren was a very good looking boy. Even with a hangover he was still gorgeous with his bright blue eyes surrounded by dark eyelashes, thick dark hair that was short on the sides, long and unruly on the top that flopped over into his face, a square stubble covered jaw that you could cut glass with, and really kissable looking lips. Not to mention you could tell he worked out by his muscled arms (that were covered in tattoos) and lean torso you could make out through his white t-shirt. He had to be at least 6'2 and he had an ass you could crack a walnut on (as Jodie had once said when he walked past us in the cafeteria, she wasn't wrong). Not that I had really taken that much notice or anything. He came into the kitchen and sat opposite me at the breakfast bar.

  'This isn't my house.' He stated, running his hand through his hair.

  'No it isn't.' I answered, holding my coffee cup up to my mouth.

He leaned over and grabbed the cup straight out of my hands and downed it before I could even protest. I narrowed my eyes and threw him a very irritated glance, which he chose to ignore. A girl's coffee was a sacred thing.

  'One of my more strange nights I suppose, ending up sleeping on Edith Martin's bedroom floor.' He recalled.

I didn't even bother to hide my shock at him knowing my almost full name.

  'Look at you knowing a lowly neighbour's full name.'

  'Like you made a point of last night, we have lived next door to each other since we were born.' He mocked.

  'Yes, but I didn't peg you as the type to remember names of people that are beneath you.'

  'You shouldn't put yourself down like that, nerds matter too.'

I shook my head at him in total disbelief. How could he turn something around so well?

  'Bit of a strange name though, Edith.' Warren stated with a smirk.

I have been told my whole life how my name is very 'vintage'. It's not exactly a very modern name after all but my Mother in her grief decided that I would not only be named after my Grandmother Edith but also my Grandfather Ray too. It was her way of honouring them and keeping their memory alive. I had always thought that was kind of beautiful of her.

  'I'm named after my grandparents; they died before I was born.' I elaborated with a shrug.

  'Both?'

  'Yea my middle name is Ray.'

Well okay clearly he didn't know my full name. He just nodded at my explanation.

  'It suits you.'

I wasn't sure if he meant that as a compliment or not but I saw no point in asking, it was probably best I didn't know. Both of us heard a car pull up in front of Warren's house.