The Slap Shots

Chapter 8

I'm actually surprised that Mr.Main wasn't surprised when I walked down the stairs this morning to start making Emerson breakfast.

"Is Em still asleep ?" He asked as I reached the bottom step and almost fell backwards in a heart attack as he surprised me to no end.

I nodded carefully. "I brought her home last night and I couldn't escape  her grip." I shrugged softly and he just laughed.

"That's okay. At least she's home safe." I smiled and then before he could leave I  asked him if I could use his kitchen so that Emerson could wake up to breakfast.

He nodded and smiled and almost understood where I was coming. It was almost as if he knew that I had a major crush on her and was trying everything to become her boyfriend.

So now, here I am frying up some eggs, with toast in the toaster and bacon sizzling in the pan next to me.

I have coffee brewing in the pot and water on the table.

I am almost ready to run upstairs and wake her up, when I hear her footsteps coming down the stairs.

"What the fuck." Her voice is low and slightly raspy.

I peek out from behind the kitchen and stare at her as she walks down the stairs. Her hair is up in a bun, the t-shirt that I put on her last night is draped over her shoulders, a pair of sweatpants covering her legs. She's scratching her face as she walks into the kitchen.

"I um," I suddenly feel nervous. What if she doesn't like my effort ? What if she doesn't want to be my girlfriend ? What then ?

Except that once she realizes what I did, a smile grows on her lips. She steps towards me, while looking at the bacon on the plates and the eggs also. She notices the crisp toast still sitting in the toaster and then she reaches my chest and buries her face there.

I feel her lips press  against my chest and then her chin resting on my chest as her lips pucker begging for me to kiss them.

And of course I do.

I tilt my head forward and peck them lightly.

"You did this for me ?" She asks. Her arms are wrapped around my waist, a huge smile on her face. Bigger than I've ever seen.

"Well actually I was going to offer a plate to your dad." I smile jokingly and she slaps my chest. Then she looks up into my eyes and just stares into them.

She keeps starring, almost as if searching for something.

"Why Freddie ?"

My heart quickens and  I step away. "Let's just eat." I pass her a plate but instead of going to the dining room she walks up the stairs. I follow her and then we end up eating face to face on her bed.

No words spoken... but none of it was awkward it felt so... natural.

Freddie.

It's the only thing running through my mind

Freddie and his soft voice that spoke to me last night before I fell asleep.

The words he spoke, but that I didn't hear.

Freddie.

His face starring at me as I finish my coffee, my legs crossed on my bed, my messy hair in a bun.

I must look like shit, but by looking into his eyes I can tell that he thinks the exact opposite.

"So, are you and Hunter really just friends ?" He asks. I take a final sip of my coffee and smile.