Chapter 12: The Whole Nine Yards

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Chirp. Chirp.

I turn over to look at my phone.

7:28 am

"Wow. A whole two minutes." I rub my eyes and suddenly realize my setting. I sit up quickly and look to my side.

"Max?" I say, confused.

The bed is empty. It's early. What could he be doing?

Ring.

7:30 am "Pill"

I get up and go to my bag where I put my pills and walk to the nightstand for some water.

"Alright let me get dressed and go find this boy." I pull my hair into a high ponytail and get dressed.

I walk down the stairs slowly and look to my left to see an empty living room. I then look to my right and see the kitchen with plates neatly placed on the table.

The clock reads 8:15 am

"Hello?" I walk into the room.

There's food cooking on the stove, but no person watching it.

"What the hell?" I look around.

Slam.

I jump and turn to see a certain quarterback walking from the door with a basket of eggs.

"Good morning sunshine." He smiles.

"Uh. Good morning?" I reply.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh I'm fine. I was just wondering as to why you have a basket of eggs."

"I went to get fresh eggs to cook for you." He says placing the basket on the counter and grabs the two plates from the table.

"Fresh eggs."

"Yeah. From the chickens."

"Right! The chickens. Of course." I twirl the hair from my ponytail. I can be a real blonde sometimes.

"So kitten. Have a seat." He takes four eggs and scrambles them.

"You're up early." I sit down where the plate was before.

"Always. I don't think I ever sleep later than 10, on a lazy day." He splits the eggs among two plates and places bacon strips and hash browns too.

"I hope you're hungry." He brings the plates over and sets one in front of me and one across.

"Always." I smell the food and feel my stomach growl.

"I bet, I mean your stomach says so." He chuckles taking a seat.

"That won't happen after this meal I hope." I blush and start to eat.

Max eats and every other minute looks up at me.

I can feel his glances.

"See something you like quarterback?" I say through chewing.

"I do actually." He smiles.

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