M A T I L D A
"You promised you'd wake me with true loves kiss," Justin says, making me jump almost burning myself in the process. I turn around to find him leaning against the door frame.
"Sorry," I grin. "A piece offering?" I say, gesturing to the pancakes that are currently cooking in the pan.
"My favourite," he says, making his way to me and wrapping his arms around me as he places his head on my shoulder. "I could get use to this," he says, his warm breath fanning across my neck.
"Me too," I whisper, my mind playing the concept of waking up every day to this. Falling asleep in his arms, lazing around our house, cooking together, nothing sounded more perfect. I know that in this moment, if neither of us win the spot on the World Tour, I want to move in with him and start our life together.
"Um, Tilda," Justin says, his voice strained with concern. "I think the pancakes are burning."
"Crap!" I yell, scraping the now black pancakes out of the pan and into the bin as Justin laughs.
"Don't distract me like that!" I exclaim and Justin raises his hands in surrender. "Let's just eat," I say, taking the plate of pancakes to the table, Justin following in tow. We eat pancakes drowned in maple syrup in peaceful silence until Justin breaks it.
"I'm going to continue therapy," he says, his eyes shifting from his food to look at me. Within and instant, I climbing out of my seat and rushing to the other side of the table. Justin watches me amused, standing just in time to catch me in his arms.
"I'm so proud of you," I say, my voice muffled against his chest. I know how much he hates therapy, but the fact that he is willing to try shows how much he wants to get better. "You're amazing, you know," I say, resting my forehead against his as we stare into each other's eyes. It's hard to believe that just yesterday, we were hardly talking.
After cleaning up after breakfast, Justin and I head up stairs to get ready for a day out. We have to make the most of time off from school and training. With exams approaching fast, as well as the final surf competition, we hardly have any spare time. I decide to stay in Justin's comfortable oversized sweater than I have claimed my own. I match it with black leggings and combat boots. I pull my hair into a messy bun, not bothering to brush it and put on some simple makeup.
Justin and I walk into the town centre and look for something to do. We have most of the day to kill, only having to return to the academy for afternoon training at four o'clock. Scott and Beth let us off morning training, but not afternoon. We walk into our favourite café to grab coffee before deciding how we want to spend the day.
"Matilda, Justin," Cassie, the barista greets us. "What are you guys doing here? Shouldn't you be at school?"
"We're taking the day off," I shrug.
"Sounds like me when I was your age," she laughs. "So the usual?" she asks and I nod. Justin and I have become regular customers over the past few months. The staff are friendly, the coffee and food is great, but most of all, the view of the ocean is phenomenal. A few minutes later, Cassie brings us our cappuccinos.
"So, what do you guys have planned for the rest of the day?" she asks.
"No idea," I say, looking over at Justin. "Any suggestions?"
"The ice rink is closing in a few days. Have you been?" she asks and I shake my head. I hate ice skating.
"Let's go!" Justin says, knowing perfectly well that I despise skating. I can see his wicked grin and the twinkle in his eye as I glare at him. "Come on, let's go," he says, pulling at my arm.
