Keeping Myself A Secret

Chapter 8: Morning After

Chapter 8

 

 

  I woke up the next morning with the sun's bright rays lighting through my clear window, warming me up to the point that not even the air conditioner could cool me down. Sighing, knowing that I wasn't able to go back to sleep for another hour or so, I decided to get out of bed. It was quiet when I got out the room. The only thing I could hear was the TV's vague sound. Did Ethan sleep with the TV on?

   But I was proven wrong when I casually walked into the living room. It was Ethan himself, clearly wide awake, comfortably sitting on the couch while slowly changing the channels. I looked at the tall grandfather clock my mother had put in the corner of the room when we first moved in, it was 7:19. I mentally groaned. How could he be up so early?

   "Why are you up so early?" I couldn't hold the ironic yawn in when I asked out loud.

   Ethan jumped while quickly turning his head my direction, "Shit!"

   "Sorry," I giggled as I sat down in the other matching couch. 

   "It's fine." He sighed, his lips showing a trace of a smile. "Just don't sneak up on people like that."

   "Got it. But, why are you up so early?"

   "I've always been a morning person." He answered simply.

   "Oh."

   "Yeah." He left it at an at-ease atmosphere, until his loud stomach growled that is.

   "Are you hungry?" I laughed.

   "I'm fine." He murmured, shaking his head in denial.

   "Come on," I jumped up from my seat, "I'll make you something to eat."

   "It's fine." He waved off.

   "I insist. Besides, I'm starting to get hungry myself." I added.

   He pursed his lips before he nodded in agreement. 

   "What would you like?" I questioned as we entered the kitchen.

   "Anything is fine."

   I huffed while placing my hands on my hips, "If you say fine one more time, I swear I will make you a whole breakfast buffet."

   "Okay, sheesh." He held hid hands up in defeat, but I could still hear the humor in his voice.

   "Good. So what would you like me to make?" I said in a polite tone with a small smile.

   "Scrambled eggs and toast is fine with me."

   "Watch it, Ethan." I narrowed my eyes playfully while opening the fridge. I felt the corners of my lips turned upside down. 

   Apparently Ethan noticed as well since he then asked, "What's wrong?"

   "Er--We sort of ran out of eggs." I bashfully shrugged.

   "Oh. Well, I guess cereal will do."

   "No. I want to make eggs." I felt myself pout.

   He simply chuckled, "Is there a grocery store nearby?"

   "As a matter of fact there is. It's not that far from here, so we can just walk there." I grinned, practically bouncing off to my room to change. "Get ready. I'll be by the door in five minutes."

   I hastily picked a pale lavender long-sleeve with a delicate floral print and light blue jeans and quickly put them on.  I found myself whistling an unfamiliar tune as I walked to the front door. Once I got to the the foyer I saw Ethan with another one of his numerous black v-necks on and a pair of dark-colored Vans like usual.