Blinded by Pity (boyxboy)

Chapter 5

I needed some coffee.

I needed a shower.

Mornings.

God I hated mornings. Especially when I was in bed alone.

A splash of cold water would have to do in place of a shower. I looked in the mirror as I dried my face. It looked so puffy when I woke up. Gross.

I grabbed one of the quilts off the bed and wrapped it around myself as I made my way to the kitchen. Normally, Serena would have coffee waiting for me and the smell would lure me out of bed, but it was so early she hadn't even gotten to the house yet.

OUCH. "Shit! What the-"

I lifted up my foot and saw the glass sticking out. Of course no one had picked up the pieces of that stupid lamp. After I removed the painful perpetrator, I tip toed across the room to get the broom.

It wouldn't have felt like a true morning without one of my spells of clumsiness. My hand slightly missed the broom handle, but my fingers brushed it just enough that it was sent falling to the floor with a loud clatter.

Then I heard some shifting around on the couch.

"All the fucking noise... just go away."

I walked around, still on my toes, to the front of the couch. Jackson had been there the whole time. His face was covered by a pillow and all he had over him was a thin sheet.

"What the hell are you doing? Why are you out here?" He didn't reply. I grabbed the pillow and threw it back at his face.

His eyes flew open. "Wha-"

"What are you doing, Jackson? Why didn't you come to bed?"

He rubbed his face and propped himself up with his elbow. I had to admit he looked unbelievably adorable with his bed head.

"I didn't think you'd want me to after the way I acted."

"I've never once said you can't sleep in your own bed. Sure I was upset that you left, but what's more upsetting is the fact that I slept like shit last night because you weren't there. Thanks for that."

He just fell back against the cushions and closed his eyes again. I gave up trying to talk to him.

Before I could do anything else I had to sweep up that glass. One cut was enough for me.

This time I successfully grabbed the broom and got all of the pieces into a pile. I was about to start sweeping it all into the dust pan when I heard laughing. Jackson's head popped up from over the couch, a huge grin was plastered on his face.

"Are you actually? Is this real life right now? I think I should go get my camera."

"Would you shut up and go back to sleep. No one here even likes you."

"I can't believe my Steven is doing house work."

I finished my task as Jackson continued to spy.

"Hope you enjoyed that because it's the first and last time you'll ever see it," I said, as I put the broom back.

I had done enough already. I could wait for Serena to make the coffee once she got here. "I'm going to take a shower."

...

The hot water ran down my back. Steam filled the air. This was exactly what I needed. I just stood there, leaning against the cool shower glass, trying to wash away all the stress. I was so out of it that I didn't even hear the bathroom door open over the sound of the running water. It wasn't until Jackson stepped under the water that I realized he was there.