Word has it that opposites attract. Jessica Keith would give the pithy expression two middle fingers because a wild party girl like her and the prim do-gooder, Matthew Parkinson are opposites hopeless to attract, let alone breathe the same air.
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Matthew
Daylight streamed in through his window. He is never wakened up to a sun this bright before. He shielded his face with his hand as too much light stung his eyes. Rolling over, he buried his face in his pillow.
His lips were dry, and his throat was so parched it felt like sawdust. On top of that, his head is throbbing.
New experiences. He thought.
Back in college, he allowed himself a few alcohols here and there, but he made sure it wasn't going to get him drunk. Just lightly intoxicated.
Pleasantly intoxicated.
He tried to get up, grimacing when his head protested. He sat on the side of the bed. As he did, he noticed the glass of water and a couple of Advil on his bedside table.
Relieved, he reached for the Advil and practically chug water. He waited for the headache to subside before chancing a tread to the bathroom for a shower. It took him a moment to reorient himself when he finally made it out of his room which is the guest room in his brother's house whose son is supposedly his priority.
Miles.
The house is quiet. Except for the pots and plates clattering in the kitchen.
Miles must still with Andrei. They have to pick him up.
First thing's first.
Jessica.
He headed to the kitchen. Sure enough, Jessica was there... in her white tank top underneath denim overall, her hair in a messy bun.
Matthew couldn't tell which surprised him more: the fact that she wasn't in one of her revealing lingerie or the fact that she's cooked breakfast.
Not that he was disappointed with the former. Maybe. Kind of. He doesn't know.
She looks up from pouring coffee on a cup and beamed at him. "Look at you. Already back from death. How's your head?"
"Better. Thank you." He smiles.
"I made breakfast. There's toast, bacon and eggs, and of course, coffee." She waved him over and pointed at the vacant seat next to her. "I told Kathie we'll be picking up Miles in an hour."
"Kathie? I thought he was with Andrei."
"The triplets found out he was staying with Andrei and begged their parents for a sleepover." She nibbled on a toast.
Matthew sat next to her and looks down at the aforementioned breakfast, surprised that not a single thing was burnt. Instead, they all smelled great. Sure, they were just bacon and eggs, but he was starving. And right now, they all look delicious.
As he ate his first bite after drinking his coffee, a though crosses his mind.
