His Bosnian Love | { Kenan Yıldız Fanfic }

6 - Adem

The sun was still setting high in the horizon when my body finally decided it had quite enough sleep so I yawned and sweetly rubbed my eyes.

Mmm another weekend without my brothe-

"AAAAHHHH"

I jumped at the sight of a grown man nestled right beside me on my bed.

With the sudden movement I fell down to the ground.

"Aurgh my butt" I soothingly rubbed the place where I feel onto but at the same time slowly crept up to watch the strange man curled up and peacefully sleeping.

That's when it hit me.

Ooh that's the man mail I was sent last night in ungodly hours of the night.

I scratched my neck in confusion.

But that's not where I left him.

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In the final defeat of what was destined to happen to me this random day, I went to the kitchen and started preparing some breakfast.

I never ate in the morning but perhaps my unusual guest would prefer it if he would at least have something nice to eat, if already not a darn good bed where he slept his ass off last night.

I carefully fried the eggs as I was also watching the milk I've put to warm up besides the pan I've been eyeing carefully.

Ugh, multitasking was never my better side.

Anyways, in the sure belief that I could somehow brush my teeth in less than a minute and somehow not burn down the whole house at the same time I jogged off to the bathroom to quickly free myself of this uncomfortable feeling of morning breath.

I opened the cupboard above the sink and as I was closing took a brief glance at my stubble-covered face.

I turned my head in both directions, deciding my laziness will get the best of me this day also so I'll just end up walking like a homeless hobo around the village with an uncatered beard by the end of the month.

I shrug off the funny image of me making a fool of myself and start brushing my teeth.

I've never been much of a looker through my childhood but last few years I've gained a lot in height and lost a bunch of weight so I guess now I could at least understand the glances and stares I would get as checking out, instead of disgusted eyes full of fury while watching me simply go to school.

My blond hair was neatly kept, if at least my helpless 'beard' wasn't.

With another brief look at myself I could notice that my long face wasn't long today.

At least not in the metaphorical way.

I wasn't alone.

And although I prefered loneliness above any nosey company of my younger brother or sorts I still hated what the mind does to you when you are with no one around you.

The darkness could eat you up with how cruel it could be to your conscious.

I brush my face with a towel and then rush off to the kitchen.

Okay maybe my 'minute' was actually several.

The kitchen was roaring with dimness and I cursed myself, trying to figure how I didn't notice it over there in the bathroom.

But as I was getting somewhat closer to what I presumed was the stove to turn it off, I could feel someone's hands push me away and almost carry me to the end of the hallway.