Young Love

Unfinished business

Willhelm:

The cool air was tickling my bare skin. I groaned loudly, touching my face. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking deliberately. I got up slightly just to sit. I began to scan the room. Gloomy colors, posters everywhere... Then, I saw her. The blonde girl with green eyes, sleeping peacefully in her bed. Suddenly a movie appeared in front of my eyes. We are getting closer and closer and... OMG! We kissed! I wanted to chase that thought away as soon as possible. It was just one time. I don't have any feelings for her, right? Most importantly she doesn't have them. August has hurt her, and there's no way she would've forgotten about it that easily. What have I done? Why on damn earth did I put my lips on hers? What should I tell her? Ok, first calm down. My nerves are messing with me. Take a few deep breaths and relax. I told myself.

-Wille?

I opened my eyes, and Natalie was bent over just above me.

-Wow! I almost fell on my back. 

Shit! Hi! 

-You good? She raised her eyebrow. 

-I've never been better. I teased her. 

Did you sleep well? I sat properly and ask her.

-Yeah, I mean I had a whole bed to myself. 

Wait for a second! Has she just implied that she had wanted to sleep next to me? My face turned red. 

-You smell desperate. The girl told me.

Desperate? I'm a nerve wrecker.

-Anyway, what would you say for breakfast? Natalie suggested, with a delicate smile.

-I would not refuse. I laughed.

-Perfect. I'm gonna go change first. She pointed at the door.

-Sure, go ahead. I stated awkwardly. 

I fell on the couch, feeling helpless. The window was open, so I appreciated the dose of fresh air. Maybe that will help me to clear my mind. After a few moments, Natalie came back, looking stunning as hell. She threw me a T-shirt and clean underwear. 

-Thank you. 

-The bathroom is on the left. Do you need anything else?

-No, I'm totally fine with all of that. 

-Perfect, I will be downstairs.

-Okay. I mouthed.

The icy water run down my body in streams. Every nerve in me was pulsating. My breaths became deeper. Feeling present and alive, that's definitely what I needed. 

After a cold shower, I run into the kitchen. Fortunately, I felt fresh, energetic, and more confident than before.

There was a woman who seemed to be happy, yet surprised about my presence. It was Natalie's mum.

-Hello darling! Come here!

-Hi, Mrs. Pettersson.

-Oh, don't be silly. Call me Rachel. 

-Mum, is dad eating with us? The younger girl asked openly.

-You know he's got a hard sleep, honey. 

-Right. 

-So tell me, Wille: How do you like us?

Ok, her mother is a definition of chill. The way she was eating, talking, and being, reminded me of a hipster vibe in the best way. 

-Your house is quite comfy. And I love this choice of colors. I commented.

-Glad you like it.

-Waffles? Natalie suggested, showing me the meal.