Off guard

tuesday ; 10:47am

I tiptoed downstairs into the kitchen, hoping that no one would be up. Luca told me he only wakes up at 11:30 am . He goes to sleep at 1:00 am. I don't know why, but I wanted to have breakfast in peace. I'm also not fully incapable of doing anything because I'm rich. I can cook, quite a surprise, I know.

Entering the seemingly empty kitchen, I begin to rampage the cupboards and fridges for scraps of food.

"You're not supposed to be in here."

I jump, pivoting around in horror. It was still pretty dark, I couldn't see much. The foggy morning light made my vision unclear. Out of the blur, I saw a figure,
Dmitri.

" I was just hoping to make some breakfast."

His dark hair swayed over his eyes and his pale expression sent shivers down my back.

"What are you even doing here?"
He muttered in disgust.
" I'm staying here until my father gets a good lawyer to bust him out of jail for murdering my mother, how about you?"
He went quiet.
"Cassie's dead?"
"Who?"
"Your mother."
"How do you-"
"I know things, okay."

He opened the top left cupboard near the fridge revealing mountains of food. He began to plummet through the stash.

"So, you like pancakes?"

After about half an hour of chatting and pancake eating, I finally brought it up.

"So, what's that voicemail saved on your main room phone?"
"Oh so you've already looked through all my things, wow."
"No, I just happened to notice it."
"It's... nothing, I'm just trying to find someone. I'm just curious. But not like Luca."
"What about Luca?"
"He's annoying, his whole life was just heavenly. Loving mother and father. Great house. Tons of cash. Mine wasn't."
"Why not? Aren't you brothers."
"We're-"

"Can you two shut up? People are trying to sleep?"
Luca slammed open the kitchen door to find me and Dmitri sitting on the counter, me eating the remains of their chocolate icing and Dmitri feasting on cheesy crisps.

"I can't believe she'll talk to you, and not to me."

"Luca, maybe you should think about the fact that you're a dick?"

"More of a dick than you? Please..."

I'd had enough of it, I walked out, and made my way back to my room. Just before I could enter it, something pulled me, Luca's hand.

"What do you want?"
I turned to him.
"You,"
My eyes widened.
"To stop being so picky around me."
"What do you mean?"
Luca chuckled,
"You really think you can't fall for me?"
"Yes."
"Give me a week."