I'm in Heaven

Chapter 4

I swallowed over the lump in my throat. This was going to be mortifying.

I swallowed my pride and was standing on Bryce's doorstep, preparing to apologize for freaking out the way I did. Taking one last deep breath, I rang the doorbell. Bryce opened the door almost immediately clad in black jeans and a blue t-shirt, he looked pretty good.

"Um, I wanted to say I was sorry for the thing at the mall," I said when I was able to tear my eyes away from his body and focus on his face. His face takes on an amused expression before he grabs my wrist and pulls me inside.

"Apology accepted, but come in," he turns and walks into what I assume is the kitchen, beckoning me to join him.

"Oh, I couldn't intrude,"

"On what, its not like I'm living with anyone," he snorts and pulls out a chair for me. I'm slightly taken aback by his gesture, usually guys just throw themselves in a chair and wait for the girl to sit.

I take a seat and he gently pushes me closer to the table, if he thought I was heavy, he didn't show it.

"Something to drink, I've got diet coke, root beer, sprite..." He peers into his fridge and takes inventory.

"Root beer, please,"

He pulls out two cans of root beer and pops the tabs on them. He pours them into cups and places one in front of each of the place mats.

"How about something to eat?"

"Oh, no, I'm fine..." My stomach decided to betray my number by giving a small grumble sending Bryce laughing.

"Sure you are, but seriously, I'm making a sandwich, do you want one?"

"Fine," I grumbled crossing my arms and glaring at him as he laughed.

"Hey, I'm all for a girl who can eat," he chuckled, turning his back to me so he could make the sandwiches.

For some odd reason, what Bryce said warmed my insides and made my stomach flip, but in a good way.

"Turkey, lettuce, tomato?" He asks, glancing at me.

"Turkey and lettuce please, no tomato," he nods and turns back to his masterpieces.

"Here you are," he says placing at rather large turkey sandwich with lettuce and mayo in front of me. He pulls out a bag or sour cream and onion chips and places them between us.

"Thanks!" I smile at him before picking up my sandwich and taking a bite.

We continue to eat in silence, but a comfortable silence. There aren't really any words that need to be spoken and if we stop eating long enough to talk, we're just torturing ourselves from the lack of the amazing lunch.

"So, I wanted to apologize to you," Bryce said swallowing the last of his sandwich.

"What, why?" I asked surprised.

"Cause I told you that it wasn't a big deal and that it wasn't important," He looked away sheepishly.

"But you didn't mean it, you just wanted to know how I died," I finished for him, smiling st the end. Bryce nodded his head and he looked guilty, tugging at something in my chest.

"Its okay, at least you didn't freak out like some physchopath and storm out of the mall," I chuckled as I recalled, what in once thought were, the terrible events.

"I guess," he smiled back. His face suddenly contorted to seriousness and he grabbed my hand urgently.

"Promise me you'll be careful,"