Troubled

Chapter 15

Waking up beside a hot guy was very nerve popping. If I were some normal teenage girl, I'd nuzzle closer and watch him breathe as he softly snores but, as the not-so-normal teenage girl that I am, I scrambled out of bed as my stomach beg for some food.

It was then that I realized that our legs are tangled and the worst part was I was just in my underwear. Okay, as nasty as that sounds, we didn't do anything! It's not like it's the first time Craig and I slept together.

I mean, I was just in dad's shirt. I can not believe that I interacted with Craig the whole night without pants. It's a good thing that he was still wearing dad's sweatpants but no shirt on. I guess it's a guy thing. Going half naked almost all the time. I don't really get why they have to always  do that. Especially Craig, even with a plain white his body screams "hey, my abs are fantabulous." Okay, long-story-short, he undeniably looks hell fine on every clothes and even without it.

Damn, how can God create something this beautiful and choatic at the same time?

Even if that's the case, I still like him.

I can not believe I just thought of that.

I can't like him! It was just my grumbling stomach that set my brain crookedly.

I leaped out of the bed without waking Craig. I dashed out after grabbing my eyeglasses and smacking it onto my face as I made my way down stairs.

I started humming an old lullaby my dad used to sign to me every time mom was out late for work which was frequent.

I glanced at the wall clock in the kitchen.

6:14 am. Enough time for breakfast.

I went over the counter and turned on the retro radio my dad kept but barely used. To my surprise, it still works. It started playing a tune that I wasn't familiar with but I left it at that as I started heating the pan and cracking open the eggs and made two Sunnyside ups. It was now time to cook the bacon. While I let it fry I dived into cutting loafs.

I absentmindedly started swaying to the soft tune of the song. Letting the beat take over my pulse.

I filled two mugs with black coffee.

"Smells nice."

I jumped and spilled coffee all over the island. I glared at Craig who was leaning a against the entry way of the kitchen, laughing mischeviously at how he almost made me die of cardiac arrest.

I groaned as I grabbed a paper towel and tossed it at Craig's laughing face.

"You are cleaning this." I declared as I flipped the bacon.

He raised both of his hands in surrender as he walked closer. "Alright, alright."

I grabbed two plates and set it on the island as Craig shot the used paper towel in the trash.

We both stood there, waiting for the coffee to brew since I slipped everything when Craig happened.

I craned my neck to look at Craig who was eyeing me suspiciously.

I looked around before squinting my eyes at him. "What?"

He almost shook his head but stopped. "I really think you should stop wearing glasses." He said hushly but I was still able to hear. "And stop wearing big clothes with just neon pink underwear in them."

I blushed as he said what color my panty was.

"And stop swaying that gaddamn cute ass you have there while cooking." Craig frustratedly said as he ran his fingers through his roots and pulled them.