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Chapter 8
Jazz POV
I woke up with an arm proactively wrapped around my waist. I remembered it was George's and we fell asleep on the couch. I gently took his arm so I could stand up, praying I wouldn't wake him up. I went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water and leaned against the counter while the memories of yesterday night came flooding back. I loved spending the day with George. He's so sweet and caring. We talked about so much, we really did get to know each other. There are only a few people who know the real reason why I don't play anymore. It's weird because the other three who know are my brother, Elin and Toni, no not even my mom, and they are people who I knew since I was little and George... I know him for such a short time, but there is something about him, I don't know what, that's different in a good way. In a way that I know that I can trust him with everything... or almost everything. There's one thing I'm not planning on telling him.
My stomach grumbled and shook me out of my daydream, gosh I'm hungry and I bet George will be too when he wakes up, so... let's make some pancakes! "Alright... where can I find a pan?" I thought by myself. After searching in almost all the cabinets I finally found one, but of course clumsy me, I let the pan fall on the ground.
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath. "Fuck I hope I didn't wake George up" I said to myself. As I picked up the pan I heard someone cough. I yelped in surprise and let the pan fall on the ground, again, while George just stood there, laughing at me. "Oh so you think that was funny, Shelley? I almost had a heart attack!" I snapped and walked over to him. "I-I I'm sorry but, you should have seen your face! It was hilarious! He said in between laughs and I was fighting a smile, I just couldn't help it! His laugh is just so contagious! "Well I was so kind to make you pancakes but now forget it, I'll eat them all myself." I said while grabbing the pan from the floor, for the last time... I hope, and I began baking the pancakes.
"But I am hungry!" he winded and he hugged me from behind, if I would have a pan in my hands, I think it would have dropped it again. "Fine! Go sit down little monkey!" I sighed while he gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I took the chair and sad down on it. "So why did you make me pancakes?" He asked me while staring into my eyes. His eyes were just incredible, they held so much happiness and so much goodness. I was falling, I knew it, but I wouldn't admit it. We didn't met so long ago and I'm still not ready for a new relationship. Not after what happened last time I was in one. I was so deep in thoughts that I almost forgot to answer his question. "Well I was hungry and I wanted pancakes, and I guess you would be hungry too and since you're not exactly a good cook, I thought it was better if I made the pancakes instead of you." I smirked. C'mon I had to say that, he's probably the worst cook ever, no defense. He took a bite from his pancake but he said nothing.
"So what do you think of my cooking skills?" He looked at me with a blank face. "Well it's alright I guess, I mean at least I don't have to throw up." I raised my eyebrow. Was this guy serious? He can't be... "Excuse me? Like you are such a good." Now that's said. "Hahaha I was just kidding babe you're actually pretty good." Now here we have the right answer, I smiled and looked into his eyes. "You have beautiful eyes." He blurted out and I chuckled, my cheeks headed up. "Thanks" I quickly said. That was so cute, I think nobody ever said I have beautiful eyes, and George just did.
I grabbed the empty plated and put them in the sink and I began to wash the dishes. "Can I help?" I heard from behind. I nodded while George putted his arms around me. He didn't move, was this guy coming to help me or not. "Are you going to do something or what?" I knew the reason that he didn't move was because he was staring at me. "Okay okay." He said and I laughed, I had caught him staring. While I continued doing the dishes, I felt water splashing on my face. I turned to face George and his eyes met mine. "Oh no you didn't." I smirked and splashed the water from the sink in his face. So what started as doing the dishes ended up in a huge water fight. And when we were done, the kitchen was a mess and we were both soaked.
