Not what I thought

Questions

After a long couple of days in hospital we return home. I stayed with Xavier the whole time, Alastair visiting when he could, mostly between breaks of finding out who this guy was and why this happened. Alastair hasn't said anything but I know it was my fault.
I wouldn't have caused this if I wasn't staying with Xavier and Alastair.

Alastair keeps assuring me that it isn't my fault. I know it is. His son is sitting in hospital after 2 surgeries to stem the bleeding and mend the damage that a chunk of glass engraved into his shoulder because of me.

We are back at home now thought. Alastair is working harder than ever. He isn't home till very late and I never see or hear him leave in the mornings.

Most things are still the same. I still sit in my usual spot on the couch and Xavier still comments on how early I wake up.

Xavier is up much earlier today. He comes and sits with me on the couch.

"Hey. How you feeling this morning?"

"Not bad. Can you look at the stitches for me. Something feels weird."

"Yeah. What do you mean by it feels weird? Like stitches have come out or it's bleeding?"

"I can't tell but it doesn't feel like it has."

I sit on the other side of him as he takes his shirt off. I don't know if I will ever not like well sculpted and toned bodies.

I gently peel back the dressing over the stitches.

"It looks fine. Does it hurt?"

"Not really."

"Well I don't think anythings wrong. It looks the same to me."

"Thanks anyway."

I patch him back up, he puts his shirt on and goes to leave the couch.

"What are you doing today?"

"Nothing planned. What's up?"

"I want to get to know you better."

"What do you want to know about me?"

"Anything."

"Well alright then."

Long story short all I knew about him was that he was 19 and he was starting to study sport sciences at uni. Now I know that his favourite movie is Pulp Fiction, he's played AFL since he was 6, his mother left when he was four because there was another man and a million other random little facts.

He's a pretty cool guy.

Xavier's POV

She's intriguing. She likes talking about her favourite things. She loves The Walking Dead and the Divergent series. She's a walking encyclopaedia. Her dreams are bigger than mine have ever been and she states them so clearly. She's honestly one of the most laid back people I've ever met. And she has the best taste in music. She's the kind of girl I'd want to spend my time with.

I'm trying to keep her out of my mind but she just hangs out in the back of my head at all hours.

"Hey."

"Oh hey."

She doesn't even try. She's just leaning against my door frame. Why does it look so...so good?

"Something I've wanted to ask, um do you miss your mum?"

She makes the hardest question seem the easiest.

"Well, yes and no. Yes, because I can't really say I have a mum, there's no one like her in my life. No, because I don't remember much about her. I remember what she looked like and I remember when we would do stuff together like go to the park. I think the best way to put it is no I don't miss her. I just miss having a mum."

She doesn't say anything. She just nods in agreement.

"That makes sense, I guess."

"Can I ask? Do you miss you parents?"

Her face shifts straight away.

"I..I don't know. I don't know how to explain it. It happened like a month ago. I mean, not a lot has happened. I don't miss my dad. He was a bastard. I guess I miss my mum. Both parents were much older than all my friends parents, there's like a 40 year difference in our ages. We never saw eye to eye on things. We were so different. Everyone said I looked and acted just like my dad which is funny because I'd rather almost anything than be compared to my father."

"So no?"

"If someone had told me this is how my life would be I'd say yeah, I'd miss my parents but something is different about it. I don't miss them. Not yet at least."

It's late already. She goes back to her room. I have another question before.

Oh mann

Ok. As far as I see, I have described this girl nicely. More about her personality than her body but that all goes out the window right now.

She isn't fat. She isn't skinny either. She's a curvy goddess. She lays on her bed like she did the other morning. Only difference: she's only got underwear. She has one leg wrapped around her blanket. Her back from the top of her head to below her knees are totally open. She wriggles a little almost like twerking in her sleep.

ffuuuuuckkkkkk

Oh man. This girl. She's kinda nerdy but so hot at the same time. I didn't think that existed. I'm clenching my ass cheeks so damn hard right now. It's not working.

I need a shower anyone. It's going to be a cold one. Really cold. More than a shower, I need this girl and to get this girl I need something like a plan or something else, I don't know.