Chapter 13: Pancakes and bacon.

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                      Someone turned off the air cond. My hands were searching for Juliette's body. All I can feel was the bed. I woke up surprised with her absence. Still in bed, legs under the blanket, I looked out to the window. "Looking for me I guess?," the voice who I knew very well spoke out behind me. She was wearing one of my plaid shirts. She looks small in it. i gave out a smirk. "Probably," i said. She got a tray full of food in her hands and came towards the bed. "Move aside," she forced with a smile. I complimented, "Wow, breakfast. You did this?" "Nah, the neighbour's dog did this," she gave a sarcastic reply. I just shut up and gave out a small laugh. Pancakes and bacon. Nice.  

                          "Jules?," I called her out. 

                          "Yeah?," she responded while watching the morning cartoon. 

                          "Does yesterday mean anything now?" I clearly don't know where this is heading. 

                          "Can I say no?," she responded, face down, and stopped eating. 

                          "Why no? You mean to say we're just you know.. fuck buddies?," I said, reluctantly saying those last two words. 

                          "NO! Oh my gosh, no. Eww. Okay lets get this straight. I fear that after yesterday night, you won't see me as the person I was before. You understand?," she explained. 

                          I shook my head notifying that I couldn't understand a thing. "I won't see you as what? Woe is me, you think I'll think you as a whore?"

                           "Kinda," she said. 

                            I planted my face in my palms and quickly explained, "Jules, I won't okay. Geez. Okay, if you don't want us as a couple, I understand. We won't be then. Lets just watch morning cartoons and finish this beautiful breakfast and I'll send you home okay?"

                            "Thank you for understanding. That's why you're  the sweetest," seh said and gave a kiss on my cheek. I admit I blushed when she did that. Which guy won't melt I ask you?

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