Orphic

Spring Five - Cassius

If I was meant to get dressed for breakfast with Elliot, it wouldn't be happening because I'd somehow managed to be late.

Okay, maybe it wasn't an accident. I honestly really didn't feel like going and I only decided too after getting a text from Marcus asking me to call him. My excuse of course was that I was having breakfast with Elliot, purposely using his name so that Marcus would think breakfast meant something more exciting and would give up.

Lying wasn't something I did often, So, I ended up on the beach, outside Elliot's cabin with my hair a mess and still in my pj's.

I knocked on the door while finishing a quick text to my mom, asking her how things were on her end, and letting her know that I was doing just fine.

"Morning."

I glanced up at the sound of his voice and was greeted by his usual warm smile, except his hair was tied and he wasn't wearing a dress shirt yet. Instead he wore a plain white tee with usual dress pants.

"Morning, Angel." I smiled. He rolled his eyes at my nickname and moved aside so that I could enter the small cabin.

I was immediately greeted with an amazing smell and had to stifle a laugh as Elliot rushed back towards his small kitchen and started frantically stirring whatever he had in his pot.

I took my chance to glance around the small cabin. Despite not knowing him even a week, everything seemed very Elliot. His desk was covered in crumpled papers and pens that looked worn out. The blankets on his bed were crumpled into the corner and his pj's had been folded gently onto his pillow. I turned my attention back to him before long and I couldn't help but smile at his concentration.

"Do you do this every morning?" I teased, walking around.

He shrugged. "Pretty much. It gives me something to do in the mornings after sitting with Leah."

"Leah, she's the almost girlfriend?"

He looked up at me and nodded. "We spend quite a bit of time together."

He turned back to his mystery concoction and I allowed myself to fall onto his bed. The springs made a loud enough sound but he didn't seem to notice.

"She refuses to come and try my famous Omelet. My dad taught me how to make it before I moved. He said I had to have one practical skill in my miserable life." He let out a small chuckle but I knew he was using me to vent.

He was one of those types.

After dealing with how clingy Marcus was, I'd become used to dealing with needy men. However, Elliot seemed to over share with strangers more than he did friends.

As annoying as it was, it meant I had a better idea of how I could push his buttons.

I tilted my head to the side and watched him and a few more ingredients for our breakfast.

"Eli." I muttered, unintentionally using the voice that always made Marcus' heart stop.

I immediately clapped a hand over my mouth but it was obviously too late, Elliot had turned his head towards me almost immediately, a curious look glued to his face.