On The Fence

Chapter 4

I woke up later, thinking I was at home, cause the bed I was in was so comfortable. (Like the one at home.) I opened my eyes, without getting up, i looked around my area. I looked down at my blanket...it wasn't my blanket! I turned my head to face the other side of the room. I was by myself...I was always by myself. There was no one else in this bed but me.

Thank God.

I sat up, and looked around. It wasn't my room. It was Miles'. He must have carried me here early this morning. I got up and checked the time. 

12:06 pm 

I got out of bed and went to the den, where I saw him sleeping on the couch.

Oh.- I thought. -He didn't have to do that.

I stood there for a bit...then went into the kitchen to get breakfast.  

I opened the fridge, and took out the milk. Then, looked on the top and saw the cereal.

Ummmm...

I sighed.

"So how am I gonna reach this?" I said to myself.

I jumped...but missed.  

I tried again, but my hand only reached the edge of the fridge.

"Ugh! Who puts their cereal so far back?!" I yelled.

I quickly covered my mouth.

Oops- I thought.

I felt someone behind me, so I turned around; bumping into their stomach. I looked up and saw Miles getting it down for me.

"Sorry." I said.

"I was already awake; it's whatever."

I took the box from him and went to the island counter.

"You didn't look awake." I said.

He didn't say anything.

"How was your sleep?" He said, turning around and leaning on the fridge.

"Did you carry me to your room?"

"Yes."

"The couch was pretty comfortable, you could have left me."

He didn't respond.  

I opened a cupboard for a bowl. Just my luck it was on the top shelf. I went on my tip-toes to try and reach it but I only got the edge of the shelf. He reached over me and brought two down. He gave me one and went over to the island counter.

"Thank you." I said.

"Any time." He said.

He took the cereal and started pouring it into his bowl.

"Are you always this gloomy in the morning."

"Yes, and I'm not....gloomy." He put the cereal down and grabbed the milk.

I took up the cereal and helped myself.

"What do you call it, then?"

He put the milk down and got a spoon.

"Calm."

I didn't know how to respond to that; so I brushed it off and got a spoon.

"Umm." He began to say.

"Yes?" I said, eating my cereal.

"I'm going out today."

"Where?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Then you shouldn't have started the conversation. Where are you going?"

"Somewhere, don't worry about it."

"Then why did you tell me in the first place?"

My momma always told me never to dangle carrots in front of people's faces. Also known as, leading them on and then just dropping them. It's like driving on a long road just to fall off a cliff. Or, sailing in a boat just to fall down the lip. It makes no sense. It's annoying. It's pointless.

"I just thought that you should know, so you don't think I'm ditching you or disappearing mysteriously."

"But...you would be ditching me, regardless."

"Then leave me before I leave you."

"Then I would be ditching you."

"Seriously,Bree, you're making this harder than it really is."

He called me Bree.

Ummm.- I thought.

"Sorry...you can go; I won't stop you."

Glaring at me with cereal half way to his mouth, he dropped his spoon in his bowl.

"What did I do? I'm letting you go."

"But why do you have to say it like that?"

"Well, how do u want me to say it, Miles?"

"I don't know."

"So then why are you freaking out?!"

"Cause you're being unnecessary!"

"I'm being unnecessary?"

"Yes."

"I'm being unnecessary. Wow. Typical."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Typical. You're always getting mad for no reason."

"Seriously, Bree? We're doing this now?"

I just stood and stared at him with a look of the same question.

"All I said was, I'm going out later today. Done. I don't see what the problem is." He said.

"And I apologized. I don't see what the problem with that is; you just got so mad. Like, I apologized. Is there something wrong with saying sorry? Cause I don't get it."

It was quiet for a while. Neither of us touched our cereal.

"Your birthday was yesterday, and now we're fighting..." I started.

He looked down at his cereal. I looked out the backyard door from where I was standing, seeing that the backyard door is in the kitchen.

"Why are we fighting...?" We both said at the same time, quietly.

I looked at him, and noticed he was looking back at me.

"I'm sorry." I said.

I really was. I hate fighting with him.

"Yea.." He dropped his head. "Me too." He said.

Another awkward silence.

Soo... umm, are we gonna just stay in this awkward silence, or...?- I thought.

He made a heavy sigh, raised his head, rubbing his jaw, and began walking out of the kitchen.

"I'm gonna take a shower. When you're ready, you can show yourself out." He said.

"Yea." I said, twirling my spoon in my bowl.

I know he meant well but...ouch.- I thought.  

Then, back to my cereal...his too.