Kimberley's POV 3 months later...
I woke early to a knock on the door. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Strange, the knock sound wasn't coming from the door.
I looked at the window and stumbled to it and leaned against it in my sleepy state.
I mumbled sleepily something close to who is there and all I got in reply was another knock, making me realize it was
the window I was talking to. So I opened the window.
"Morning sunshine!" Cheryl said, hanging off the window like some superhero. How the hell she managed to climb
the pipe I would never know. And it was only 6 in the morning, cold and freezing outside, I wanted to be mad at her
but her smile was melting my insides.
"What are you doing here Chez?" I said, not really comprehending the situation.
"You said you'd have breakfast with us!" she announced enthusiastically, trying to balance on the thin sledge holding
her weight.
"And you decided to freeze your arse and nearly kill yourself hanging like that to have breakfast with me?" I inquired.
She didn't answer, instead she scratched the back of her neck and I was terrified she was going to fall over.
"Come in first for god's sake" I could reprimand her later, first I need to warm her up and there are so many ways in
which I could.. Bad, Bad Kimberley...
She climbed in and I answered her question properly.
"I'm not going anywhere at the god awful hour of six."
"I thought you might say that," She smiled her goofy smile I had learnt to love so much over the past three months,
"So I brought you breakfast in bed."
And that is when I noticed the backpack she carried. She pulled out two sandwiches, a flask full of coffee and few
other boxes. She took a tray from the bag and then only I saw she had also managed to bring sausages, smoked bacon, scrambled eggs and toasts in few boxes. I only want to kiss you, *Duck* the breakfast..
She sat the tray on the bed. "Come on! Climb in. Get cozy. I'm at your service." She smiled nervously, gauging my
reactions to see if she overstepped the mark.
"You… are so sweet," I said, grinning as I climbed back under the covers and gave her a gentle kiss on her cheeks.
Even through blurry, sleep filled eyes, she was still attractive.
There we sat, for the next hour, talking over toast, eggs, bacon, even a waffle, and two cups of coffee. Conversation
flowed easily, from one subject to another, sometimes about each other, other times about nothing at all.
"Kimba, mind if I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Where do you think you'd be going once you finish school?" The question was so out of the blue and frank, it took
me by surprise.
"University" I said, "Ofcourse?" confused.
"I know that," Cheryl replied scratching the back of her neck adorably which she only did when she was extremely
nervous , "But where??"
"I'm not leaving you Cheryl" I said, sincerely, stroking her cheeks "I'm applying to London Metroplitan because you
are going there"
"Really??" Cheryl's eyes widened, I didn't tell her this teeny bit of information before, but I didn't think it would
bother her so much.
"What did you think? You could get rid of me that easily??" I teased.
"Ermm no, I-I didn't ugh I mean.." Oh god, why are you so cute? Don't do that. I just want to jump you when you are
all flustered like that. Kimberley stop it, you have to get ready for school in half an hour.
"I know what you mean Cheryl" I touched her hand gently to stop her stutter further. She relaxed visibly.
"I guess I need to go" she said, looking at her watch which was a gift from me and she always wore, neatly packing
away everything "I'll see you in school?"
"Definitely" I said, getting up, kissing her again on the cheeks. She blushed and mumbled something and I swear I
heard the word love through my loved up daze.
