Falling, Alone, and a Mess

Chapter 6: Morning Regrets

Duncan walked out of his room, wearing only his boxers. He had been so tired from the night before he didn't care if his family saw him half naked.

It was 7am, and he had woken up do to the smell of bacon airing through the house. Which was odd because his mother never cooks on weekdays.

He groggily walked downstairs and got a glimpse of Chelsea in the kitchen. He would've gone down to greet her, but he remembered he was already half naked.

He quickly went back up stairs to his room, then got changed and brushed his teeth. Normally he waits till after breakfast to do that, but he didn't want Chelsea to smell a whiff of his dragon breath.

He walked out of his room wearing a black wife beater and a pair of sweats.
"
Morning, Chelsea." He greeted her.

Chelsea seemed to be too focused on her phone then to notice Duncan standing in the archway of the kitchen.

He just stood there awkwardly, looking around for anyone else. But unfortunately, none of his family were to be seen.
"So...watcha cooking?"

Chelsea quickly snapped out of her phone and looked at him.
"I'm sorry, I was reading the ingredients on how to make a decent omelette. I'm not a very good cook." She chuckled.

"That's odd." Duncan said, quickly regretting it afterwards.

"Why?" Chelsea furrowed her eyebrows.

"Well, it's just, I've never met a girl who can't cook."

Chelsea scoffed, "Oh, so because I'm a woman im supposed to know everything about cooking?"

Duncan shook his head, "No that's not what I meant."

You're a fucking idiot.
Great, now she thinks you're a sexist asshole.
Congratulations Duncan, you've fucked up again.

"Then what did you mean, mr. sexist-know-it-all?"

"I meant that it's just...look, I'm not sexist at all okay? I'm actually a very hardcore feminist, if you ask me. I'm not saying all women have to be cooks, it's just out of the norm for me to see one who isn't very experienced with it."

Chelsea rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. But um, where do you guys keep the cups?" She asked nervously.

Duncan chuckled and pointed to the top right cabinet.

"Thank you." She said quietly.

"So why are you cooking anyways?"

He looked around and saw she had a big plate of bacon already prepared, and a plate of toast.
"Well, I figured that since your parents were kind enough to let me stay the night, I should be kind enough to make breakfast."

"That's really sweet." Duncan couldn't help but smile.

She was wearing a pair of light green sleeping shorts with the hollister logo on the butt, and a coral colored sweatshirt. Her hair was up in a bun and she looked like she had no makeup on.

She was gorgeous.

"So how did you and Derek meet?" He asked.

"At Starbucks. My friend Marina was seeing one of his friends, and one day we were at Starbucks studying when she asked him to come and meet us there. He brought Derek, which I thought was pretty weird. Since they're 2 years older than us. But after that, we just kinda...hit it off." A warm smile spread across her face.

"Well he's very lucky to have you."

She couldn't help but blush.

She turned around and continued to mess with the egg on the stove.

He could see some of her ass hanging out of her shorts, but didn't say anything. He decided he was going to enjoy the view while he could.
Speaking of her ass, he was surprised how it could be so round, yet her be so white. Gaby has a huge ass, but Gaby is Latina, so that made sense to him. But Chelsea, this girl was probably whiter than mayonnaise if you got to actually know her.

Yeah, she was a little tan but she wasn't tan like Gaby was.

"Goodmorning." Duncan's father walked downstairs and into the living room.

Duncan walked out to greet him.

"Morning dad."

"Morning."

Duncan stood there awkwardly, as he had just done 5 minutes before.

Thankfully, his mother walked downstairs soon after.

"Goodmorning! Chelsea, are you cooking?"
She walked into the kitchen and Chelsea started beaming, along with his mother.

"Yes, I figured since you and Mr. Moyer were kind enough to let me stay the night, I should be kind enough to make breakfast."

Duncan's mother seemed so overjoyed.
"You really didn't have to sweetie, but thank you so much." She pulled Chelsea in for a big hug.

Wasn't long till Derek joined everyone.

"Hey baby, I made everyone breakfast. Would you like a plate?"

Derek smiled like a goof and nodded, but not before pulling her into a kiss.

Apparently, Duncan hadn't noticed that he had rolled his eyes at the sight.

It wasn't till he looked back to his father, who was giving a hard, cold stare.
Duncan and his father walked into the spacious kitchen and began making their plates.

During breakfast, Chelsea and Mr. Moyer discussed politics, yet again.

Duncan was very surprised when she announced she was a democrat.

She didn't seem like it, at all.

His father was a republican and his mother a democrat. Which meant they always voted for different people, most of the time.

After breakfast, Chelsea had volunteered to help Duncan clean up. Since he was the youngest, everyone always made him do it.

It was pretty awkward for them, just standing there right next to each other, washing the dishes.

Derek was in the shower, and his parents had already left for work.

"Thank you for the breakfast."

"You're welcome."

"And thanks for helping me clean."

"You're welcome, again." She chuckled.

He smiled as she was giggling.

They had a moment where he just staring into her eyes, as was she.

"Uh, I'm gonna go get changed. I have to head home in a bit. It was nice talking to you." She quickly walked back upstairs.

Duncan inhaled deeply,

Fuck.

A/N- ayEE so anyone sense some serious tension between Chelsea and Duncan ??? what does this mean ??? will he fall for her ??? what about Derek ??? was the food good ??? well stay tuned for chapter 7: Quite Peachy

Extra note: I would like to personally thank lem_si for giving me a lil shout out type of deal, it means a lot.