F*ckin' Perfect

Chapter 10: Funhouse

Natalie's POV

I was awoken by the sun from my window pouring into my room and onto my face. I wanted to shift, to get the sun out of my face, but something wrapped around me prevented me from doing so. Instead, I just opened my eyes and found Nic laying next to me, arms around me and her head buried into my chest.

The sight surprised me before I remembered what happened the night before. I had asked her to stay, and she was still here. It made me smile to see her still in my room, that she didn't leave me in the middle of the night. I couldn't stop myself from staring at her, watching her face as she slept.

She looked so peaceful and innocent, if you can believe it, and I felt emotions well up in me. I really liked this girl. I had never thought, at any point in my life, that I would fall for a girl. That I would go out on a date with one, that I would kiss one. It just seemed like such a foreign concept, yet here I was. Maybe it was for the best.

"You know, it's not nice to stare, cupcake." I blinked a few times as Nic looked up at me, smirking. She had been awake while I was staring at her. My cheeks instantly flushed as I looked away, but she brought my face back towards her. "Good morning, beautiful."

I rolled my eyes, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah, right. I probably look like a mess." She shook her head, grabbing my hand and playing with my fingers.

"I mean it. You're just as gorgeous as you were yesterday. And the day before, and the day before. Hell, you've always been gorgeous." My cheeks were a deep red by the time she finished talking.

"Shut up..." She smiled, raising her head and gently kissing me. It wasn't heated, but it wasn't like a peck. It was perfect.

"Now, what are we going to have for breakfast? I could make us something, or we could go out?" I raised an eyebrow at the first option.

"Wait, you can cook?" She rolled her eyes, still smiling. Was this girl ever not smiling?

"Yes, I can. Whenever my parents are out, I have to cook dinner for me and Peter, my brother. He's useless pretty much all of the time and can't even microwave a cup-o-noodles." That made me laugh a bit.

"Wow, that's kinda pathetic." She nodded, smiling even wider.

"I'm glad someone else thinks so as well. Really, now, what do you want for breakfast?" I smiled as she intertwined our fingers before thinking.

"I would love some pancakes." She smiled, pecking my lips once more.

"Pancakes it is then." I watched as she stood and stretched, before I noticed something. She wasn't wearing a shirt. My cheeks instantly started to burn, and I was thankful she had at least a sports bra on. Her back was smooth, but I couldn't help but notice a few scars that looked like scratches across her lower back. I didn't ask about them, it didn't feel appropriate, thought I was curious as to how she got them.

"Cupcake, are you listening?" I looked up from her back to find Nic looking at me over her shoulder, smirking. "Or were you too busy staring at my ass."

My cheeks burned as I looked down, mumbling, "I wasn't staring at your ass..." I could hear her chuckle while she moved around the room.

"Do you have a t-shirt I could borrow, cupcake?" As I looked up at her, she was already going through my drawers.

"Second drawer from the bottom. I should have a few in there." She went to the drawer I indicated, looking through it.

"Wow, you have a lot of cute clothes in there, cupcake. I would love to see you in these." A light blush covered my cheeks as she pulled out a grey t-shirt and slipped it on.