Mess

07

"Today is gonna be your first day!" Scott exclaimed as I made pancakes for his breakfast.

"Yes it is." I nodded, flipping one pancake.

"Are you excited?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"I'm excited to get out of the house and get my own job. No offense to everyone else living here, but I'll be happy when I'm out of here." I said, taking a drink of my own coffee. "I like my own space. Especially when I can sleep in my own bed without having to sleep on certain spot of the bed."

"Soon, when you save up enough money, you'll have to go apartment hunting. I can show you some places down in this part of town when you start, if you want." He suggested. 

"That would be nice." I nodded. "You can show me what's too expensive and what's a good deal."

"O.K. Do you want me to be here to be a bit earlier then usual?" He asked.

"Nah. The time you get here everyday is about right." I said, putting 2 pancakes on the plate. "How many pancakes do you want?"

"Two more would be good." He said, putting his hand on my hip so he could grab the syrup on the other side of me.

Since Connie told me about Scott's little crush on me when we went to high school together, every time he touches me, I get nervous. Any time someone says they like me, it always ends badly. I don't want this friendship between Scott and I to go bad. I like him. He's nice and sweet. He makes me laugh and I could be around his daughter all day and be happy. I really don't want to lose Summer and Scott. I've made the promise to myself already that I wouldn't fall for Scott, no matter what happened between us. I've convinced myself that Scott's just being a good friend to me. It's gonna stay that way. I'm not gonna fall for Scott. I don't want to lose our friendship. I haven't told him the promise. It's very unlikely that he even still likes me. The only reason we kissed was because of the fact that we had an audience and we wanted to surprise them. I'm shocked he even liked me then. I wasn't really anything important. I was a fetus then. I was very unattractive. From what I could see from Scott's pictures, he's always been generally attractive.

"My mom was wondering if she could stop by and see Summer." Scott said, beginning to pour the syrup on the pancakes. "Most likely she's gonna tell you embarrassing stories of when I had a crush on you."

"Embarrassing 'cause you had a crush on me." I said, pouring 2 more pancakes into the skillet.

"Embarrassing because of what I did because I had a crush on you." He corrected me, looking over at me. "I'm surprised I still don't have a crush on you. You look even better than when I saw you in high school."

"Well, it's not really hard to beat looking better than when I did when I was in high school." I said, making him roll his eyes. 

"You were hella cute when we were in high school." He said, bumping his hip with mine. "At least I thought so."

"I wonder how many other yearbooks you put a heart in over a picture of me." I teased, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Close to all of them." He said honestly. "I think we use to play together in the playground when we were younger until 5th grade. After 5th grade, you kind of kept to yourself. I remember seeing you draw a lot at the edge of the playground. I always wondered what you were drawing. Sometimes in middle school, I would run into you purposefully, trying to see if maybe your drawings would fall so I could see them, but you never seemed to have them out except when we were in the playground or in Art." He took a bite of his pancakes. "You had a few paintings and drawings in our art fair. I bought one."

"WHAT?" I asked immediately, almost yelling. 

"Well, technically it was my mom who bought it, but only because I begged her to." He blushed, looking down at his food. "I shouldn't have said that."