In the morning Eve woke to the sound of snores coming from somewhere below her. Sitting up, she realized she was no longer on the floor but rather in a bed. A bed that smelled like HIM. She looked franticly around, but then remembered the snoring and peeked over the edge of the bed. There he was, on the floor. Curled up like a baby. She smiled to herself as she crept out of bed and over him into the kitchen.
After twenty minutes she heard his alarm go off and he came lumbering out of the room and went immediately into the bathroom. After a couple seconds she heard the spray of the shower.
When he came out thirty minutes later she said cheerfully,"Morning!"
He grunted in reply and poured himself a cup of coffee. She got herself muffin and sat at the table with a glass of orange juice. He sat down across from her and they sat there in silence for a couple of minutes.
"Thank you," she broke the silence "For letting me sleep in the bed."
"Yeah well, you moved around too much for my liking." He laughed to himself. Her face was one of utter disgust. He saw and laughed outright! "Kidding! My god! Kidding! Take it easy! You look like you're going to throw up."
"Well I don't know how anyone could sleep with you and NOT throw up! The idea is quite appalling!"
"Wow! Ok! That hurt! Damn!"
"What can I say? I've been brought up to always tell the truth."
He chuckled and they went back to sitting in silence.
YOU ARE READING
Not Just Charity
Short StoryShe's done her best to avoid him. He and his friends have tormented her for years. Will her mother's kindness bring them closer than expected, or will it make her hate him more?
