What It's Like Loving an Idiot

Twenty Nine || Shaky Hands

Curse my frequent fatigue. Of course, I couldn't wait for James to finish whatever conversation he was having with his sister. I was tired, but I still want to know what that conversation consisted of. Maybe then, I could have some sort of idea of exactly what is going on here. I can't talk about this with him this morning, we've got classes, but you can bet yourself that we'll be talking about it when we get back. I knew James had gotten up a while ago because the spot beside me is cold. Although, the weird thing is that I didn't hear him struggling.

I groan and pull the covers off my body, making any warmth that I did have disappear. My feet hit the cold floor and I shudder.

As soon as I enter the kitchen I raise an eyebrow, surprised at the sight. James is fully dressed, ready for class. He has a cup of coffee in front of him with some sort of book.

He looks up and at me. I glance at the time that is displayed on the microwave and it turns out to be only about fifteen minutes after seven. I walk up to James and briefly run my fingers through his hair and sure enough it's damp. Now, how the fuck did he shower and change on his own?

He raises an eyebrow at me, clearly questioning my actions. He brings his coffee cup up to his mouth and takes a sip, then sets it back down,

He cups the side of my face and brings my face closer to his, eventually pressing his lips to mine. I step into him closer, bringing my hand up to the nape of his neck and I feel him smile against my lips. He moves his hand from my face down to my hips, gently gripping with both of his hands.

He pulls away for a moment and looks at me. "Good morning?" he asks like it's a question.

I kiss his cheek and get myself a cup of coffee.

"I take that as a yes?" James asks when he doesn't get an answer from me.

I nod, "Yeah, take that as a yes. Did you already eat?" I ask him, desperately hoping that he didn't. I most definitely do not want to cook today. Although, it is kind of hard for James to cook with his leg.

He smiles and nods to the bag on the island. "Grant stopped by this morning with some breakfast from the shop."

I raise an eyebrow at him. How did I not hear them? Putting those two in a room at the same time isn't generally a quiet situation. "What time was that at?" I ask him.

He shrugs, "Maybe an hour or so ago, so 6:30, I'd guess."

I nod and sit down in the chair beside him and reach across the island to find a muffin, some sort of breakfast sandwich and a bottle of orange juice. I smile. I wonder why Grant did this.

"So, are you ready to go back?" I ask him.

He nods almost instantaneously. "I'm tired of sitting around here with absolutely nothing to do. I'm getting extremely bored of the constant sleeping and watching TV."

I nod, agreeing with him. We've hardly gotten out in the last few days and if we did, it was only brief.

"What time did you get up this morning?" I ask him after a moment of silence between us.

"Six. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't."

I smile, that makes a lot more sense. "Last night, did you find that your room was colder than usual?" I ask him because, well, I was freezing last night and I have no idea if that was just me or what.

He nods, putting a bookmark in his book. "Yeah, when I got up this morning I noticed the window was open a bit, so I shut it," he explains.

James and I sat in silence while I ate. Of course, there are things that we could talk about, important things. But saying that, the conversation we'd have could end in several ways.