beautiful disaster // j.s

seven- eggs

I woke up the next morning with an extreme stomach ache.

10:37, ugh I was supposed to be up at six.

The house seemed quiet, was everyone not awake?

I tip toed out the room and everything was still, nothing was to be heard but the birds. I walked across the house seeing no one. No one was home?

I missed two rooms that were across each other, as curious and idiotic as I was; I walked into one of the room. The room was girly and the bed was made along with everything put in place.

I closed the door like it was and moved to the other room. I twisted the doorknob and walked inside. The room was light blue and it didn't have much to it. I closed the door behind me and proceeded my personal tour. The room was quite big and I didn't think there was a bed till I looked to the left corner. The bed was a mess mostly. Light blue covers and fluffy white pillows and there was a nightstand by the bed. The bed was bigger than the one I slept in last night. There was a big window when you enter and a balcony along with it. The was a couch and the rest was a bunch of space.

I walked towards the bed when I heard water running. There was a bathroom right before the bed.

I opened the door that led to the balcony and walked out. The view was extraordinary, pink, red, yellow, purple, all sorts of colored flowers filled the backyard. Although the rest was a plain green yard, it was majestic.

I turned my head suddenly when I heard the bathroom door turn. A fimilar face peered at me, John.

"You just keep coming back for more?" He smirked instantly making me blush.

He had grey boxers with 'Calvin Klein' labeling the hem. He had no shirt on, making his tattoos visible. I turned around when I realized I had been staring for too long.

"It's okay." He said walking towards me. He grabbed my hand and turned me so I was facing him.

"No-no one is um- no ones home." I blurted while he intertwined his hand into mine. He glared at me making me feel nauseous. He grabbed my other hand and I stared down at our joined hands. When I looked up I saw him smirking, he did it way too often.

"Do you want to eat anything?" He asked, he was oddly generous.

I shook my head and stared down, I was no longer hungry from last night and I didn't want to rise the hunger. My cheeks began to turn red, just thinking of last night I had butterflies crawling into my stomach. This was all new, whatever it was that he was attempting.

"Come on, I'll make you breakfast." He cupped my chin into his hand, I gave in and our eyes were locked into one another.

I nodded to break the awkward silence.

He walked in front of me and I desperately wanted to jump out the window and go home, can someone be this homesick?

We walked till we reached the kitchen and I sat on one of the empty chairs.

"Coffee?" He asked as he gripped a cup in front of me.

I took it in my hand and set it on the table. I looked over at him, he was still shirtless and well; clothless.

He was cooking eggs? I thought all he knew how to do was smoke and drink? I remembered not to say anything before I actually knew him, not that I wanted to.

I sipped my coffee lightly and instantly coughed it up and sat still, I heard him chuckle and mentally saw a picture of him smirking.

I set my coffee aside and got up, I saw two breads and a toaster that needed to be plugged in. I looked at him again, he was busy with the eggs so I thought I'd attempt to help. I plugged the toaster in and put the two breads that were outside into the toaster.

His gaze shifted from his eggs to me, giving me a weak smile he went back to his eggs.

After he was done making the eggs and the breads were ready, we sat across from one another and ate in awkward silence.

"You- your a good cook." I gulped my coffee down with the eggs.

"Hmm- thanks." He said. "What's your name? I still don't know." He continued not leaving his eyes off of me.

"Aspen." I said playing with my eggs with my spoon.

"Aspen." He hummed.

We continued eating in silence and once we finished, I began grabbing the plates and other utensils when he grabbed my wrist. He motioned his index and middle finger from his other hand and an old woman in black and white came.

"I'll take those sweetie." She said in a pure tone, if I didn't know any better I would say she was a maid. I gave her a small smile and allowed her to take over and I sat back down.

"How old are you 'Aspen'" He spoke up.

"I'm sixteen." I said confidently, gazing the half empty coffee cup.

"Hmm." He mumbled. "Okay Aspen." He continued, sending chills down my back which made me jerk back and stare up. His chocolate brown eyes were already staring.

"You okay?" He asked with a concerned face. I nodded

"Do you watch movies? Laine isn't going to be home today, and I have nothing to do so we could watch something." He said, still peering into my eyes.

"I like the news." I shrugged.

"You watching the fucking news?" He questioned.

"U-uh yeah I do." My cheeks were painted pink from his choice of vocabulary.

"Sorry." He almost whispered.

I nodded and we proceeded to his bedroom, I instantly became nauseous and my stomach began to tingle.