I Feel Nothing

Chapter 9

*3 hours of sleep later*

*Knock. Knock.*

"Damien."

Silence.

"Damien. Wake up! I've just gotten in and you and Xavier have training in an hour. Get up!" I hear Peachy say from outside the door.

"Damien!" Peachy yells again. "Did you hear me?!"

"Get up and respond or something, stupid!" Xena grumbles irritated.

After stretching and groaning and lightly cussing under my breath. I roll backward thinking there's more space when...

*THUD!*

Well hello floor.

"Dami-"

"I'm up! I'm up! Damn it Peachy!" I groan from the cold floor.

After hearing her footsteps walking farther into the house and hearing her bedroom door close, I finally sit up rubbing my eyes and yawning.

Why am I the only one she woke up? I'm not even the trainee I'm the trainer! That little bastard is gonna suffer during class today! I'll make sure of it.

"Stop smiling like that. It's creepy." Xena mumbles making my neck snap in her direction. Ow! Too early to turn that fast! I think as I rub my sore neck.

Xena was looking at me sleepily with her big sparkling blue eyes and she had some of her platinum blond hair falling in her face.

What the hell? How does she look so good? It's early in the morning but she looks like she walked off the cover of Vogue! Not that I know who makes it to the covers of any magazines, but it sounded right to say. I wonder if her brother looks as good in the morning.

"Why thank you Damien. That's so nice of you, and usually he does but since he's going to have a hangover today, he probably looks homeless and smells like a skunk. Not that I have anything against either if those." Xena says smiling lazily.

"Huh?"

"You said I look like a Vogue model and wondered about Xavier's morning looks."

*Groan.*

Sometimes when I'm not in the moment, my mouth opens and my thoughts leave on their own accord. It gets me in trouble quite a lot. It's really annoying too because I already lack a filter when I consciously say stuff, but sub consciously saying stuff doesn't help.

"Whatever." I say brushing it off as I stand up and head towards the bedroom door.

I pad towards the kitchen to have a fruit or something and imagine my surprise, when I walked into the kitchen and see a whistling Xavier flipping a pancake, I'm assuming for breakfast. I mean what else could it be for?

I snap out of my pointless mind banter and take in the sight before me. He has his back turned to me so he hasn't seen me yet. As he put that pancake on a plate and added more batter to the pan you could see his back muscles moving about under his light blue shirt which had little drops of water from his slightly wet hair. As he stood in the way of the stream of morning sunlight, his hair in itself was a vision. It looked like a bright silver-ish white.

What is up with these twins in the mornings!?!?! He looked like the exact opposite of hungovered and smelled like anything but a skunk. As my gaze went lower I thought, damn does this boy have mooty! If you don't know what that is, it's short for man booty :P Amber and I came up with it. Completely engrossed in checking him out, I started tilting my head to the side as my lips curled into a smile. I probably looked like a stalker, but he lives here so I don't think it counts.