The Rules Of Redemption

CHAPTER #6: "You're a bloody legend!"

"Wakey, Wakey my sleeping beauty!" Miles calls in a sing song tone, standing next to my sleeping body...well I was sleeping until seconds ago, before some annoying little prick decided to wake me up.

"Piss off." Is my only reply as I lift the pillow from under my head and fold one side over my exposed ear, attempting to block out his irritating voice to the best of my abilities.

"I bare breakfast."

He doesn't need to tell me twice and within a fraction of a second I'm up and racing towards the bag of food in Miles' right hand faster than one of Willy Woka's Oompa Loompas running towards candy...I probably looked like an Oompa Loompa too, to be honest.

I quickly take the bag and wrap my arms wide around Miles' torso, squeezing him in a bone crushing death grip.

"You're a bloody legend, a stupid and incredibly annoying one, but none the less a legend." I say in an incredibly thankful tone

He taps my back in reply and I release him, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and rummaging through the plastic bag full of heaven.

Chocolate milk, doritos, choc chip muffins. Oh yeah he got all the god stuff, maybe I should ask him to marry me, I mean we are both complete fuck ups, we're basically made for each other.

Believe me I would already be down on one knee proposing if it weren't for the fact that I'm currently in a committed relationship with chocolate and I'm no cheater, so I guess he'll just have to wait for me.

Stuffing a chocolate chip muffin in my mouth, I grunt in appreciation, looking up only to find an amused Miles staring at me with an entertained expression splayed across his face.

Gulping down the remains of the marvellous little baked good, I furrow my eyebrows and ask Miles what's so amusing.

"Nothing, nothing I was just wondering if you actually managed to get any in your mouth?" He says, pointing down towards my mouth and clothes.

I look down, not understanding what he's talking about until I realise my shirt, well his shirt that I'm wearing is completely covered in muffin crumbs.

Oops.

I stand up, brushing it all off my shirt and walk over to the mirror to inspect the damage I've done to my face.

"When I went to get you breakfast I past a bowling alley that's only about a ten minute walk from here. What do you say we go and knock down a few pins once you're finished eating?" Miles asks me while I sit in front of the mirror wiping my face with a paper towel.

"Bowling? Isn't it too early for that?" I reply, scrunching my nose in distaste.

"Yeah it would've been too early for it about three hours ago. It's like 2pm."

"What? Why are you just waking me now than?" I question, confused as to why he didn't wake me earlier.

"I thought I'd be a nice guy and let you sleep in, well that and there's also the fact that I thought you might hit me because of how I acted last night. I didn't want you to hurt me okay?" He says with his hands up in surrender and an embarrassed look on his face.

I try and stifle a laugh as best I can, but I don't do very well and I'm now hunched over in my seat holding my stomach and laughing like a hyena.

Yeah attractive I know.

I couldn't help it though, the look on his face was priceless. He genuinely looked afraid and worried.

Better remember that next time you wanna start talking shit blondie.

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you. If I wanted to, you would be on the ground crying already." I assure him, slowly becoming able to contain my laughter.

Me saying this only results in him looking even more embarrassed and his face going redder than a fire truck.

I flash him an amused smile, lying back down on the bed opening my chocolate milk aka opening heaven.

"Can you go have a shower and get ready so we can go soon, I've been awake and alone for the past six hours, I'm bored." He says like he has the hardest life ever.

"Oh my god suck it up, you're so needy." I inform him faking annoyance.

"Pffft. I'm only needy when it comes to my sleeping beauty, you should know that by now Triny." Is his smartass response that he says with a knowing smirk on his face because he knows from last night that I hate him calling me that.

I raise one of my eyebrows letting him know that I'm not amused.

"How would you like it if I started calling you kilometres instead of Miles huh?" I question him, knowing he wouldn't like the idea.

But instead of getting a reaction out of him, he just plays it cool... Well as cool as a little twat can be.

"Wouldn't bother me at all, in fact I kind of like it, has a nice ring to it don't you think?
I don't give a shit what my name is as long as I eventually have you moaning it." He says wiggling his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner.

I roll my eyes at the dirty minded dumb blonde and shake my head.

"Uh huh, lets just keep in mind how much pain I'm able to cause you. Alright buddy?" I reply in a warning tone.

His smirk falters but remains plastered to his face. "So that's a no I'm guessing?" He asks in a slightly hopeful tone.

"Well that all depends on you. If you play your cards right and stop constantly getting on my nerves there could be a little something in it for you I guess." Is my only reply as I walk into the bathroom to have a shower and get ready, shutting the door behind me.

Before the door shut though, I could tell that my words had an effect on him as his whole body language changed and he even looked sort of uncomfortable and...excited?

Looking in the mirror, it's clearly visible that my face is flushed from the conversation I just had.

No one has ever had the same affect on me that Miles manages to have and I don't like it, I don't like it one bit.

Sighing I get undressed and hop into the warm steamy shower, maybe this will help me wash away my not so pure thoughts, if you know what I mean.

I swear this boy is gonna be the death of me.

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