Today Your Barista Is...

Chapter 6

I'm cold. Why am I cold?

My blankets must have fallen off of me while I was sleeping.

Wait do I smell food?

I open my eyes, rubbing the grimy sleep from the corners.

Oh yeah. Brendon.

Brendon.

I completely forgot about last night. The coffee shop, the snow, the way he looked in that sweater.

The way things were going, if we had stayed up any later where would it have gone?

"Oh! You're awake." I hear his voice from near the kitchen. Turning, I see Brendon holding a plate of waffles. More importantly, not wearing pants.

His face is beet red, and he looks down at his boxers, then back up at me. "I, uh.. Give me a second." He sets the waffles down on the coffee table and rushes past to his bedroom.

Wow, I just realized I've never been past the living room. Not even to the bathroom down the hall.

Letting curiosity get the best of me, I decide to get up and explore the small apartment. Not like there's much to explore. Walking to the small hallway I notice three things. One, there is three doors. One I assume is the bathroom, the other is most likely his room. Two, his door is slightly ajar. Three, his room is a mess.

From what I can see, which isn't much, the bed is very unmade, so it looks like a pile of blankets. The floor is covered in laundry, dirty or not.

Honestly it didn't bother me. It didn't. In a way it was nice to know that this perfect looking guy didn't have a perfect apartment, which would be too good to be true.

"Sorry it took so long, I couldn't find anything to wear." Brendon says walking out of the messy room.

"It's fine, I mean, not like I'm going anywhere any time soon." I reply casually. I meant it. The snow outside had let up a bit but not enough to get home. Safely, that is.

Brendon smiles at my words. What did I say?

He walks past me into the living room. "Well we have waffles waiting. I hope you don't mind I made breakfast." The whole thing is so domestic. I had never experienced anything like it. The whole situation had me thinking this was normal, like this was something the two of us did every day. But in reality I hadn't even known him for 24 hours. This weird sensation in the pit of my stomach won't go away. I was starting to just accept it. He stops, turning back around. "What? What's with that face?"

I frown. Had I been making a face? "What face?"

"You were looking at me like I was some weird animal."

"What? No, sorry. I was, uh, thinking." Yeah. Thinking. Sure.

"About?" He asks quizzically. Shit.

I can't just tell him I was practically thinking about us living together, platonically or not. Quick, make something up about the weather. Yeah. The weather.

"The, uh, snow let up a little." I offer, pleading that he doesn't pick up that I'm lying. "Looks like it might stop soon."

The way his face changed was almost fast enough to break the sound barrier. In less than a second he went from 'cheeky dude who ate a little too much sugar' to 'just lost a loved one maybe two second ago.'

"Oh..okay." Brendon says, nodding his head slightly and moving to the table. The light that had been in his eyes a mere two second earlier was now faded out. God I'm such an idiot.  Of course that would make him sad.

There's a moment of awkward silence before I shuffle to the chair across from him.

"Are you okay?" I try.

"Yeah. I just don't want you to leave ya know?" He says, smiling sadly. 

My stomach drops. So he wants me here as badly as I want to stay? Wow. "I..uh.."

"It's stupid, I know."

"No it's- uh.."

"Yeah.."

We stare at each other for a couple of seconds in awkward silence. Yesterday I couldn't have imagined this is how the next 24 hours would go.

"So..." Brendon tries to break the silence after a couple seconds.

"So." I reply, looking anywhere but at him. Him. Oh god what am I doing.

"You gonna eat your waffles? I slaved all morning..." He trails off sarcastically, rolling his eyes at me.

I look back at him confused for a second before remembering the food directly in front of me. "Oh, yeah." I pick up the fork and knife he had set beside the plate and dig into the small stack of waffles. "Sorry, I don't know whats gotten into me this morning." What a lie.

He smiles slightly and continues eating. That weird feeling returns to my stomach. Why does it keep doing that?

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After breakfast we both returned to the couch we had shared the previous night. Neither of us had said much while eating. The entire situation just felt wrong after what he said.

Either way, just being in his presence was making me go insane.

The weight on the other side of the couch shifted, he scooted a little closer to me. Immediately my heart just went haywire. Slowly, his head found my shoulder, and he let out a sigh.

"Dallon."

"Brendon."

"I'm bored." He huffed like a child. I couldn't see his face, but I'm sure he was dramatically frowning.

To be honest, the thought made me laugh. Out loud. "What?"

He sat up from his spot and looked me in the eye, and I was right, he was frowning. "I'm bored. Let's do something..." He leant forward and pawed at my arm.

I tried my hardest to breathe properly. "L-Like what?" I grinned awkwardly.

"I dunno." He sat back down on his legs.

I racked my brain, of course I was trying to think of something. Anything to keep me here with him.

He spoke up after a minute, "We could go outside? I love the snow."

Great, exactly what I didn't want. Not that I'm a grump about the cold but...it definitely wasn't my favorite weather.

Nonetheless, I caved after seeing the look on his face. This should be interesting.

"Alright. Let's go."

(a/n) hi sorry i havent updated in ten years