Saving Mattie (nh)

Chapter 8: Money Money Money

I rolled over, clantching my eyes shut. I pulled the pillow over my head, blocking out all light.

Two days later, and I was still at James' flat. I really couldn't find the will to leave, even if he wanted me to. Darcy had been calling lately, but I would just ignore the call. I really don't want to connect as of right now. All she would want to do is hang out, but I couldn't show my battered face to her.

The bruising was almost healed, now turning light yellow and greens. My eye was much better, but it still hurt when I applied pressure. My lip was scabbed over, as well as the various cuts on my hands, feet, arms and legs.

"Mattie?" I heard James call. I kept my eyes shut tight, not willing to escape the confines of his bed.

"Mattie, I've made breakfest." He said.

I sat up, yawning. James laughed at the fact that I instantly roused for food, but I just smirked at him. "Don't laugh at me!" I said jokingly. He shook his head, but padded out and down the hall.

I ran a hand through my hair and swung my legs over the side of the large bed. I scooted over to the edge, and set my feet upon the floor. Padding out of the room and down the hall, I sniffed the air.

Mmm, bacon.

I felt myself speed up at little at the smell. What? Who could resist bacon?

Loping into the kitchen, I grinned at James, who was at the stove. I cae up beside him, arms brushing. "Mmm, bacon." I grinned.

He laughed quietly. "Want some?" he asked, scooping some onto the flipper and holding it out to me.

I grinned, and nodded. "'Course."

I walked over to the cupboard above beside the microwave, and opened it. Pulling out three plates, I padded back to where James was now sliding the bacon around on the frying pan, making sure it was fully cooked.

He turned off the burner and scooped the bacon onto it. "Geez, did you cook the whole pound?" I asked, eying the growing pile of bacon.

"Yes." James said, smirking. If there's one thing I've learned about James, it's that he has an incredible appetite.

I laughed, before just waiting for him to finish placing the bacon on the plate, nearly drooling as I eyed the meat. James must've noticed, as he snorted. I looked up at him, and rolled my eyes.

Once he had finished, I set my plate down on the counter, and went to the fridge. Opening it, I grabbed a carton of eggs. "Want eggs as well?" I asked.

James grinned. "'Course."

I rolled my eyes, but took the carton over to the frying pan. I put the burner back on, and turned to James.

"Scrambled or sunny side up?" I asked.

He shrugged. " I don't care. Your choice."

"Scrambled it is."

"Alright. That's what I wanted anyway." James winked.

I rolled my eyes, but cracked a wee smile. I wanted to slap myself. I could feel the blush scattering my cheeks. What could I say? I'm not used to even getting attention from males, let alone moving in, making breakfast and hanging out with one.

I cracked an egg into a bowl. "Hey James, where do you keep your spoons?" I asked. I could never remember.

James chuckled. "I've told you a million times."

"Well, excuse me for being forgetful." I giggled, shaking my head.

"Aw, you're blushing!" James said, pointing a me.