Ashi

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: He's a walking hormone

I woke up between the soft cushions of the couch and Brendan. The red blanket I had last night was spread over the both of us and his arm was rested on my waist. My hands were in front of my body, and on his chest.

I studied his face. His hair fell over his forehead, but not over his eyes. His eyelashes are dark, and thick. Mine were thick, but not that thick. His mouth was in a small smile, and his lips pink. Still not fully awake. I closed my eyes and laid my head against him.

I couldn't go back to sleep, so I listened to his even breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. I readjusted my position, and accidentally woke him up. He rubbed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, then rested it back onto my waist.

"Good morning." He smiled.

"Good morning." I said.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

I nodded. Good heavens, his sleepy voice....

We got up and folded the blanket and adjusted the throw pillows. "I'll be right back." I said. Brendan continued to walk to the kitchen. I walked upstairs and into my room.

I changed into black shorts, and a white v neck. I brushed my hair, and my teeth. I walked back downstairs and into the kitchen. Brendan had the milk, orange juice and cereal set on the table. He was opening the cabinets, in search for bowls. "Above the dishwasher." I said while opening the silverware drawer. I pulled out two spoons, then grabbed a few petals from the drawer beside the silverware.

Brendan poured the Lucky Charms into our bowls, then proceeded with the milk. He found the glasses, and poured o.j. into them. I added petals to mine.

"Do you drink those?" He asked me.

"I drink the juice." I said.

"Then why put the flower petals in it?"

I shrugged, "Its prettier." I really do it because my sister used to do it. No one knows that, other than my parents. He continued to eat his cereal. I looked out the back door and saw my dad's dog fall into the pool.

"Shoot!" I jumped up from the table and ran to the back door. I heard Brendan's footsteps behind me. I jumped into the pool and grabbed the stupid dog.

"Benji, you are the most unintelligent animal I have ever seen." I said while lifting him out of the water and handing him to Brendan. Benji is an English bulldog. He's white, with a brown paw and a brown spot on his back. He's also very fat.

Brendan sat him on the concrete and held his hand out to pull me out of the pool. He looked at my shirt and smirked. I looked down and realized that I had a white shirt on. You could see my black lace bra through my shirt.

"Great." I muttered. It was cold outside, and my wet clothes weren't helping. "I'm taking these off." I told him. I lifted my shirt over my head, and pulled my shorts off, revealing my matching panties. Thank goodness my parents weren't home.

Brendan was looking at the grass and holding his shirt out for me. I grabbed the shirt and pulled it over my head. It came to my mid thigh, and I was uncomfortable, but at least I wasn't in my under clothing.

My face heated up when I saw Brendan, shirtless. He wasn't as muscular as Scott, which I actually liked, but he was still strong. His abs, and biceps were like, perfect. I looked at the ground. Awkward I thought to myself.

"So, maybe we should finish our breakfast?" He asked.

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"And your dumb dog fell into the pool!" I told my dad. His eyes widened and he patted Benji, who was sitting on the couch next to him. Brendan had left after cleaning our dishes. I changed into one of my shirts (not white) and shorts afterwards.