The Cat on the Balcony

15- Café Confrontation

UNEDITED

I woke up around ten or so; getting up early for school has ruined my ability to sleep in till noon, for now. The memories of last night came rushing back to me one by one. I grinned at the thought of our kiss, I never thought that would happen in a million years, but by some miracle it did.

Then frowned at the thought of Tyler after waking up from his nightmare; he looked so scared, and it sounded like he was in pain, I looked to my left, but the bed was empty. I guess he went to school.

I went to sit up, but groaned and immediately fell back against the mattress. I haven't been this sore since my dad made me do a P90X workout thing with him. I let out another little groan of frustration and rolled over closer to my nightstand and checked my phone.

I had texts from the guys, all of them saying something along the lines of "hope you feel better soon, we'll try to stop by after school" I smiled as I replied to all of them.

I liked this whole "having friends" thing; it makes me wished I tried a little harder to have more friends in LA. After I was done answering the texts, I tried sitting up again, but with more success this time.

I stood from the bed and stretched my arms above my head with a yawn. Grimacing at the stiffness in my muscles, I walked over to my full-length mirror on the wall next to my closet and frowned.

Bruises of various colors littered my torso and arms. I had one large yellow bruise on the left side of my face, and the spilt in my lip was starting to heal over a bit. When I rolled up my pajama pants I saw more bruises on my legs; I looked like the human punching bag for Muhammad Ali.

I went into my bathroom to wash my face and all of that. While I was brushing my teeth I accidentally re-opened the cut on my lip, and some of my toothpaste got into the cut. It burned really, really, really, bad. I started swearing and trying to wipe away the toothpaste, but I ended up just having to stick the bottom half of my face underneath the faucet until it was all washed away.

 I slowly limped my way down the stairs; my ankle was still hurting, but not nearly as bad as it did yesterday. When I made it to the bottom, I smelled and heard food being made. Confused, I rounded the corner into the kitchen, and there stood Tyler at the stove cooking eggs and to his left I saw a plate of pancakes already done.

 "It smells good in here." I said, scaring Tyler and causing him to jump with a little squeak and throw some egg out of the pan and onto the stove. This made me smile; everything he does is cute to me.

"Thank you. How do you feel?" he asked after scooping up the spilled eggs and dumping them in the nearby trashcan.

"Sore, but nothing I can't handle."

Tyler scooped the finished eggs into a bowl and then put the dirty pan into the sink to soak. He turned to face me, and then his jaw dropped.

"Holy crap, Josh that looks so bad; are you sure you're ok? Do you need anything?"

"Well, now that you mention it, I am kinda hungry."

Tyler rolled his eyes before smiling and giving me an answer, "I think I can help with that." He put three pancakes and some eggs on a plate and handed it to me saying the syrup was on the kitchen table. I went and sat down and started working on my eggs before putting syrup on my pancakes. I don't want syrup in my eggs; gross.

Tyler joined me a moment later. He set some pain pills next to me which I took gratefully. Drowning his pancakes in syrup, Tyler began to start eating his own food. I grimaced as I watched the syrup pool up next to his eggs.