If Today was Your Last Day

Chapter 10

I finally decided to get out of bed and head up the stairs. The smell of semi-burnt eggs fills my nose. Opening up the basement door I see Clayton, with his back to me taking the eggs out of the pan and putting them onto the plate. Clayton must have heard the door because without turning around he says,

"Hey, the eggs are ready but they are a little burnt sorry," Clay apologizes.

"It's okay Clay don't worry about it, it's nice being cooked for."

I take a seat up to the island in the middle of the kitchen, Clay takes a seat right across from me. I attempt at reaching for the eggs in the sitting position but I fail quite quickly, Clayton pushes my plate towards me so that I can reach it. I start eating my eggs, they aren't that badly burnt.

Him and I eat in silence. There isn't really anything for us to talk about. Except of the major things like my dad, which I am not in the mood to talk about so I am grateful for the silence. Finishing up my last bite, I scoop up my plate and open up the dishwasher, I realize its clean so I decided to start hand washing my plate.

"You don't have to do that," Clayton says just behind me.

"But I want to!" I exclaim.

Let me help you then. Clayton grabs the plate from me, brushing past my hand ever-so-slightly. Shock waves are sent up my arm by his touch, why does he have this effect on me?

He finishes rinsing my dish while I start washing his. He dries the dish and turns to me. Clayton wraps his arms around me from behind and whispers in my ear,

"I told you, that you didn't have to do that."

Barely able to say anything right now I manage to squeak out,

"But I want to."

Without saying anything else, Clayton puts his hands over mine with his arms still wrapped around me he rests his chin on my right shoulder. He rubs the cloth back and forth guiding my hand along the dirty dish. I can feel him smile against my cheek and shoulder. We turn on the tap and rinse of the dish clayton starts to pull away but I place his arms back around me I smile up at him.

I look back down at my feet this time, noticing how small they are compared to his. I'm wanting to tell Clay how I feel, see if he still or does feel the same way. But I can't find the courage to. I take a breath and whisper to myself 'twenty seconds of courage, twenty seconds of courage'.

Still looking down at the ground I open up my mouth and say,

"Look Clay, I have um- I have been liking you for a while now. By a while I mean a really long time. I don't kn-know if you feel the same way but I think you do. It's really hard for me to say this so please don't crush me if you don't have the same feelings for me. I don't want this to make our friendship awkward or anything so please just-"

"Scar?" Clayton interveens to get me to stop babbling.

"Yes?"

"I do feel the same way, in fact I have been liking you for quite some time to I was just to afraid to tell you."

Clayton was afraid to tell me?

"Really?"

"Yes Scarlette," Clayton turns me around so that I am now staring up at his beautiful eyes, "really."

For a litte while him and I just stand there, not knowing what to say like usual. Except this time is different, we truly don't have anything to say but we are saying something. That what we both admitted to, what we both just said is going to change everything, in a good way at least...