I woke up to an empty bed. I looked around and didn’t see Joe in sight. I got up and noticed I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday. I slowly got up and heard the floor creek. I walked out of the bedroom and into the living room and kitchen area. I saw Joe cooking to what seemed to be eggs and bacon. I noticed he didn’t notice me so I slowly crept up to the small kitchen island where he was cooking. I banged on the counter very loudly as I watched Joe jump. A chuckle escaped my lips.
“Morning to you too.” He said as he joke fully glared at me.
“Can I take a shower?” I asked.
“You don’t have to ask love. I’ll leave clean clothes out for you.” he replied.
“But I don’t have any clothes here.” I said sheepishly.
“You can wear mine.” He smirked. Gosh! I miss that smirk. I smiled at him and walked into the bathroom. I stripped out of my clothes and into the shower. It felt nice to have hot water hitting my skin. I finally stepped out. I dried myself off. I realized to get to Joe’s room, where my clothes were, I would have to run out of the bathroom and into his room with the risk of Joe seeing me in a towel. I peeked my head out and saw Joe look at me.
“Look away.” I demanded. And then he smirk; again.
“Why should I? I’ve already seen you naked.” He said.
“Joe, cover your eyes!” I whined. He covered his eyes with his hands but I could tell he was peaking. I quickly rushed into Joe’s room, closing the door behind me. I looked on his bed and saw he took me out a white V-neck shirt, green and red plaid boxers and grey sweat. I took my towel off and put on the clothes Joe laid out for me. I let my hair air dry by putting it in a ponytail.
I walked out of his bedroom feeling a bit insecure. I strolled over to the kitchen. I saw Joe focusing on what he was cooking. I went closer to him and hopped on the kitchen island.
“Whatcha cooking?” I asked while studying him. He was wearing pajama pants and a white shirt, while his hair was messy.
“Eggs and bacon.” He simply replied.
“Joe can I talk to you for a sec?” I asked. He put his spatula down and walked in front of me.
“Sure, what’s up?”
“I just wanted to say thank you for everything.”
“You don’t have-” I cut him off.
“No seriously. Thank you. I would be homeless right now and probably crying my eyes out.” I chuckled nervously.
“Charlie, honestly, you don’t have to thank me. You’re welcome here anytime.” He replied with a genuine smile.
“I love you.” I accidentally blurted out. I immediately covered my mouth embarrassed that I had just said that. Joe looked me in the eyes in shock. He gently but slowly removed my hands from mouth and held them in his own hands. He moved a little closer to my face leaving inches between us.
“I love you too.” Those four words made my heart skip a beat. We both leaned in and filled the gap between us. We were kissing and I couldn’t believe it. It just felt so right to be back with him. We finally pulled away after a while to catch our breath.
“I just want to call you mine again,” Joe admitted.
“You can.” I smiled. I pressed my lips to his. I quickly jumped off the counter and ran over to the stove. I took the eggs off the stove and dumbed the pan in the sink since they were burnt and smoking up the apartment.
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Senior Year
Teen FictionEighteen year old Charlotte Winchester expects senior year to be the absolute best as she and her best friend Harry soon end their highschool year. Her first day goes well until she arrives to ninth period with her new teacher Mr. Benzoli. He takes...