#1 draft published 24/8/16
Beatrice's POV
After our little incident this morning, and Warren giving me a very extensive explanation to why it is 'completely normal', he offered me a shower.
Before going in, Warren handed me a black t-shirt of his which I could wear which would probably come down to my mid-thigh...Hell no! He's not using his sneaky ways to fulfil some kind of messed up fantasy of 'the morning after'. Fvck that!
Therefore I gave his top straight back to him and he told me to find something in his draws, laughing of course (we'd been doing a lot of that this morning). I ended up finding some of his sweatpants and a long-sleeved grey t-shirt.
After showering in his shower which has a head the size of a planet I proceeded to get changed and go downstairs.
As soon as I left the room I smelt.... Nothing. I was hoping for pancakes, or maybe bacon... But zilch.
I trotted down his grand staircase and saw Warren perched on the island of kitchen with a bowl of cereal in his hands.
When he noticed my presence he turned around and scanned my body with a vacant expression. What is wrong with him? I am wearing the most unattractive outfit I could find!
He clears his throat and looks back to his cereal,
"Want any breakfast?" He grumbles,
"Well, I should probably go home at som-" his head shot up and he furrowed his brows as if saying, no way in hell am I letting that happen.So I took a heavy, pointed sigh and chirped,
"A banana, please." He nodded his head towards a fruit bowl on the island,
"You're not one of those girls who has to eat, like, 23 pieces of fruit a day, are you?"
I scoff and retort,
"Hell no, I just love bananas."I lean across him to reach the bowl and find myself breathing his scent as I do so. What the hell am I? A werewolf? You are not Jacob, Bea!
Im shaken from my thoughts when I hear Warren mumble,
"Rain, Long showers and Bananas."I cock my head to the side and furrrow my brows at him and his cheeks turn a peachy colour, as if he didn't mean to say that out-loud.
"What is that Warren? Your shopping list?" I say incredulously.
He clears his throat once more, still not looking at me and mutters,
"It's the things I know that you like."Silence. That is what follows.
He was making a list?! What the hell?
Warren's POV
Oh my God this is so awkward. Why did I have to open my mouth?!
I jump down from my spot in the counter and try and act like I am unperturbed. I shove my empty bowl in the sink and clap my hands together.
"Well, I guess we're not just going to sit here all day talking about how great I am so let's go out." Bea raises her eyebrow at my suggestion in an adorable way and I start to worry, maybe she doesn't want to see me anymore, maybe she's sick of me."Warren. I don't have anything to wear." She says, like I'm stupid.
I begin walking away from her but say, "we can stop off at your house then, we will commence: Beatrice and Warren's day of Fun!!"
*I really hope someone understands that F.R.I.E.N.D.S reference*******
I'm waiting in my car, outside of Bea's house. I still felt a bit worried bringing Bea here but as long as I was with her I knew she was safe.
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Raining on the Bad Boy
RomanceIn the eyes of Warren Mason (conceited guy who lives in his own bubble of girls, looks, popularity and wealth) Beatrice is nobody. Little did Warren know that Beatrice wasn't nobody, she was, in fact, the somebody who could turn his world upside dow...