I guess I feel asleep again because I woke up to the smell of breakfast. That was a new smell, I think I probably use the whole kitchen once a year. I rolled out of bed and slipped on a new pair of underwear and my rolling stones tshirt. I took a minute to look at myself in the mirror, and I realized that my makeup had come of and I looked like a mess again, but I wasn't about to start caking on the makeup this early, although I had no choice but to fix my hair. I yanked a brush through my hair and headed into the kitchen. Nate had on his boxers and a tshirt and was cooking a huge breakfast.
"Are we feeding an army?" I asked suspiciously.
"No, but neither of us have had a meal like this for a few days."
"Are you kidding? I haven't had a meal like this in years!"
"Well get used to it," he said with a smile, "I like cooking, and breakfast is my favorite meal!" He walked over to me with a plate full of food, pulled out my chair for me, and set my plate down in front of me. He went back to the kitchen to grab his plate and sat across room me.
"Nate, this looks delicious!" I said while digging in. Nate didn't start eating because he was to busy laughing at me, "What?"
"Hungry?"
"Very, and this just looks so good!"
We spent the whole morning gobbling down food and talking about our lives. Before we new it, it was afternoon.
"Would you like to meet the rest of the band?" I could have died right then and there.
"Yes yes yes yes yes!"
"You're fangirling again."
"Right. No fangirling." I need to learn to control my inner fangirl... Nate went into the bedroom to get his phone. I assumed he was calling Andrew or Jack. He came back a few minutes later, and to my surprise, he lunged at me and lifted me up and kissed me. Everytime our lips touched I felt like I was floating, and I could almost feel sparks erupting from my heart. He set me down on my feet and pulled me into a tight bear hug.
"How are all your cuts and stuff?" He asked while starting to touch the bottom of my shirt with his fingertips. He lifted it up slightly.
"May I?"
"Yeah go for it, God knows I'll puke if I look at it." He laughed at me, then continued to lift up my shirt. He stared at my stomach for a few seconds, then let my shirt down. He looked up at me.
"Yeah, they're kind of nasty...but that's a good thing. It's healing."
"Glad I didn't look at it."
"Do you want to get ready so we can head out?"
"Yeah, just give me a few minutes, i'm just going to change my clothes. Should I put makeup on?"
"No don't! The guys want to see how you're cuts and bruises look."
"Oh... Okay..." Guys are so weird. I didn't put cover up on like he said, but I fixed my eyes, got dressed and we were out the door.
