Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 29

I jam along to the music flowing through my ears as I cook my favourite meal. Pasta.

I literally live for pasta and never get tired of it. I could eat it every day.

My life.

Okay I know I'm being dramatic but it's true.

I pour the orange sauce into the pan after draining the pasta. One thing about me is that I like hard pasta. I mean not like completely raw, but not so soft that it gets mushy. A tad bit hard.

Just like me when I see-

Okay something really weird has been happening to me over the past few days. I'v been making everything I say dirty and I honestly have no idea why. I think it's a problem.

I mix up the pasta and wipe at the wooden spoon, licking the sauce of it like I like my-

Okay yeah it is a problem. I get random satisfaction out of making dirty jokes.

If only I could be dirty with someone-

That's what she said-

No.

I smack my self and bend down to grab a plate from the cupboard, spooning the pasta into it and sprinkling some mature cheddar cheese on top.

I would fuck cheese, that's how good it is.

I feel bad for all of those lactose intolerant's out there who can't have dairy. I would die.

Filling up a glass of water for myself, I grab a fork from the drawer and make my way upstairs, closing the door with my foot, placing the dishes on my desk as I set up my bed ready for my lovely midnight feast.

It's 11pm and I was craving pasta so I got up and made it. I'm probably going to start my period again which is why I'm craving these foods so late at night.

I pull my blanket down and grab my laptop from the desk, getting a pillow and placing the laptop on top of it, loading up Better Call Saul. I recently started watching it and can't fucking get enough. I love it nearly as much as Breaking Bad.

I get my plate and sit on my bed in front of my laptop, leaning against the wall and pressing play on the show.

Hehe this is going to be FUN.

Something is seriously wrong with me.

I eat my pasta with a smile on my face, savouring the beautiful taste and revelling the quiet peace of the house as I watch my show happily.

I end up falling asleep on my pasta plate, not realising how tired I actually am, and when I wake up in the morning, there's leftover sauce all over my face.

I grimace and let out a groan as I look at myself in the mirror. I think my head probably hit the pause button in my laptop because the episode is where I left of at.

Well.

I stumble over to the bathroom, my legs feeling numb because of-

No.

Because of me sleeping crossed legged. Yeah nothing else. It hurts though and I nearly fall on my way to the bathroom, holding onto the wall to support myself from the pins and needles that feel like hell at the moment.

I pull a towel from the shelf outside the bathroom and walk into the bathroom, stripping.

I feel the cold air on my skin as I take my clothes off. Somebody probably came in here before me this morning because the window is open.

I walk over and close it so when I get out of the shower, it will be nice and steamy and warm.

A lot of people don't like it when the water is hot and creates a lot of steam in the bathroom because they think someone is going to come out and kill them, but I like it. It's kind of cosy and makes me feel like I'm the only one here.