The Good Bad Boy

Bed

The feeling of waking up in a bed is foreign. The soft sheets with a memory foam mattress is heaven.

Coffee is brewed and I walk downstairs to the kitchen. It's bright outside, probably around noon. This is why I love weekends.

"Morning." I say and Daniel nods at me. Coffee is put in front of me and I sip it.

"Kyle seemed to know you." Daniel says.

"Who's Kyle?" I ask.

"My friend last night." He says and I nod in remembrance. 

"Yeah, I don't think I can tell you why." I say as I remember the wad of money and the probable embarrassment I caused him.

"Come on, tell me." He says and leans down on the counter. That's when I realise he is shirtless, damn glasses.

"Only if you keep it a secret." I say.

"If there is one thing I'm not it's a grass." He says, that's true.

"He came to the mechanics a while ago, he didn't know what a kill switch was. He payed a lot, probably to keep my mouth shut." I say and chuckle slightly, as does Daniel.

"He is kind of a dumbass." He says as he sips his coffee.

"Yeah, I guess." I say. "Where are your parents?" I ask, I haven't seen them in a while.

"My father is at work." He says with a hint of disgust. "My mum is probably out shopping or at a brunch." He says. I nod. "That reminds me." He adds. "We have a family lunch thing on Saturdays. It's the only thing my mum wants nowadays."

"Oh ok, I'll stay in my room then." I say.

"No no, my mum wants you there, anyway maybe you'll make it less silent for once." He says and chuckles I smile and nod.

"Well, I'm going for a shower." I say after my mug is emptied down my neck. With a nod I walk upstairs again and I undress.

The water is warm and inviting. I wash everything and shave. I do what I usually do and I turn the water to cold. Once I am cold I turn it to warm again and the comfort makes me smile. I wrap a towel around me and I get dressed. I put on a little mascara and I dry my hair. As I brush it out I hear faint guitar playing.

I walk outside my room and Daniels door is slightly open. I look inside and he is laying in bed strumming the acoustic guitar. The seemingly random mix of chords blend well.

"You can come inside." He says. I was too focused on his fingers than if he was looking at me. I bush. Hard.

"Sorry." I say and walk inside.

"It's ok, I know I'm irresistible." He says. I roll my eyes. Jackass.

"Do you play a lot?" I ask and look into the corner where the other guitars sit.

"Kind of. They're all Kyle's. He keeps them here until he gets a bigger place. I just play them when I'm bored." He says. I nod.

"Do you play?" He asks.

"Couldn't afford one. When I was really little I saw my uncle and he had a bass but I wasn't allowed to touch it." I say. He nods. He sits me on the bed and puts the guitar around my neck.

"Put your fingers there." He says I press down on the strings and I strum. I smile at the sound.

"Now this." He says. He sits further back and close to me. His rough hands cover mine and move smoothly across the strings. I smile.

"Lunch is ready." Daniels mum Caroline says from the door. He sighs and I blush.

We walk downstairs and I see Anthony, Daniels father sitting at the head of the table. Caroline puts a bowl of potato salad on the table and sits to the right of him. Daniel sits adjacent to her and I sit best to him.