Unexpected Love

Part 12

I wake up to the sound of sizzling, and the pleasant smell of bacon that seems to takeover the living room. I slowly sit up, massaging my head from my horrible headache. "Good morning, love. Sleep well?" Thomas asks as he stirs bacon around in the frypan on the stove, causing the sizzling sound. "Yeah," I smile as I stand from the couch. I pick up the blanket I was using, and start to fold it when Thomas speaks up. "You don't have to do that, I'll clean up."

"It's the least I can do," I fold the blanket and grab the pillow from the couch. "Where should I put these?" I ask walking toward him. "I said I'll clean up, it's fine," he places the bacon on a large glass plate, and cracks an egg into the pan. "I said I'm going to clean up," he smirks at my comment, and gives in. "Fine, if you insist.... They go in my room, just lay them on my bed." He smirks and points toward the stair case. I give a nod, and walk toward the stairway, the pillow and blanket on my arms. As I reach the top of the staircase, I take a look at all of the rooms. The first door on the left is the bathroom, and the first door on the right is his parent's bedroom. The second door on the left is Thomas's room, and the very last door at the end of the hall is another bathroom. I open Thomas's door after taking a glance at all of the rooms, and lay the pillow and blanket on the end of his bed. I look around his room, taking it all in. In the corner of his bedroom is a guitar case rested against the wall, and beside it is a nightstand. By the foot of his bed is a chest, and resting on it is a picture of Thomas and his family. I pick up the frame, and run my hand over the smooth glass. In the pictures contains two adults and below them are two children. A teenage boy, which I knew was Thomas, and a teenage girl, who I didn't know. I stare at her face, trying to make sense of who it would be. A sister, maybe? "Hey breakfast is ready-" Thomas says, peeking his head through the door. I quickly turn around, and I know my face is a bright red. He takes the picture from my hand, and stares at the family with sad eyes. "Her name was Ava," he says with watery eyes and a croaky voice. "She died in a car accident two years ago. A drunk driver hit her head on, swerved over to her side of the road. She was on her way to my graduation party." Tears slowly glide down his face, and I feel the urge to hug him, but I stop myself. "Not a day goes by that I don't miss her." He squeezes his eyes shut, and tears stream down his face. I walk toward him and embrace him in a hug, squeezing him tightly. "I'm so sorry, Thomas," I whisper softly.