Rediscovering Us (bxb)

Trying new things

The pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee woke me up that morning.

I got up and carefully stepped over a snoring Lyndon who still slept on the floor.

I stumbled into the kitchen and saw my mother pouring creamer into her travel mug.

"Hey, mom. Is there any coffee left?" I asked as I gave her a peak on the cheek.

"Oh, I'm sorry Shane. That was the last of it." She looked apologetic as she pointed at the empty container in the trash.

I told her it was alright and wished her a good day at work.

I thoughtfully munched on a granola bar as I watched my mother's car pull away.

There was a little coffee shop I liked to visit occasionally, I stopped going when Lyndon came here but I remembered how nice it was.

I'm not a huge fan of coffee, especially with cream. If I'm going to drink it, it's going to be black with a sugar packet in there or two.

But, when I smelled it this morning, I suddenly had a craving for it.

I never took Lyndon there before, maybe we could make a date out of it.

The clock said it was nine o'clock, the perfect time to wake up, especially when you don't have a job.

I walked back into my room and stood before Lyndon.

I bent down and gently rubbed his shoulder, "Lyn, wake up."

He swatted my hand away. "Leave me the hell alone." He murmured.

I shook his shoulder a little more insistently, "Come on, I know you're hungry. Want to go on a date with me?"

"No." He said and turned over on his side.

Oh, Lyndon. I always liked how stubborn he was.

I decided to try something else, "Sweetie, wake up."

Lyndon immediately opened his eyes. "Why are you calling me that?"

"What?" I asked innocently, a part of me was glad that worked.

"I don't like those stupid pet names. We're not dating." He sat up and rubbed his face.

"Good morning." I kissed his cheek.

"Oh, now we're doing that. Come here." He pulled me into his lap and kissed me deeply.

We stayed like that for a minute until he gently bit my lip and pushed me off his lap.

"Um," I was flustered after that. I wiped my mouth with my hand. "Do you want to go get coffee? I know a place."

"I think you're sweeter. But, I think I want food this morning. Let me get ready." He smiled and stood up.

I turned around and left so he wouldn't see how red my face was. God, I hated what he did to me.

"Man, I really need to buzz my hair." Lyndon came out of my room pulling his shirt on.

"What? No, Lyn. It's perfect the way it is." I reached over and ruffled his hair.

"Oh, you like it like this. I forgot." He smirked at me.

"It's just so," I picked up a handful of his hair, "Perfect."

I met Lyndon with a buzzcut. I never said I liked it. Why? Because I don't like it. He looks better with hair.

The buzzcut makes him look, too tough. Especially when he wears that white undershirt and jeans. Even I feel scared of him when he looks like that.

However, his hair does grow back nicely over the fall and winter. I call it baby chick hair because it's fuzzy and soft like a baby chicken.