the alternate us

oo1 | morning bird

oo1
morning bird

I was a morning person.

Every morning I got up, made coffee for Bruno and I, and then I walked to his house to wake him up. I lived across the street from him so this worked conveniently. He made sure to leave the key to his house under one of his mother's tulip pots. I did this every school morning, and on occasion, just to drive me a little crazy, he'd hide the key somewhere else and make me search for it.

I opened his front door and was greeted by his dog Scooter. He was a chocolate lab that needed constant attention. A trait that you couldn't help but fall in love with when you entered through the front door and Scooter was instantly all over you begging for belly scratches.

I squatted down and allowed him to rub his body up against me as I kissed his soft ears, unable to rub him due to the two hot coffees in my hands. I stood up and filled his water bowl before sauntering into Bruno's room.

The whole house was dimly lit, so as I swung open his bedroom door minimal light streamed onto his covered figure, just barely giving proof that he was indeed there. It was still dark outside and I could hear the faint ticking off the clock on his wall. That ticking always drove me crazy.

I flickered his light switch and his bright light turned on at once. He immediately groaned and rolled over, burrowing his soft short curls into the pillow nearest to him. I bit my lip and sat down on his bed.

"Wake up..." I sang as I placed the coffees on his floor and attempted to pull off his blanket. He gave me a hard grunt before moving farther away. I squeezed his hard muscled thigh.

He snatched my roaming hand before yanking me towards him, making me squeal lightly at the abruptness of it. I fell onto his side, both our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces as he pushed the hair out of my face.

I stared into his warm brown eyes as his soft hand traced the outline of my neck.

"Good morning Kaia." He whispered, his voice hoarse, "Have you come to negotiate?" He asked, his voice shifting from playful to formal.

I played along, "I have," I begin, just as serious, "in exchange for your cooperation I'd like to offer you one cup of home brewed coffee." I offer, putting emphasize on that fact that I made it at home. There weren't too many things I was great at, but I liked to think I was a pretty great coffee maker.

He seemed to ponder my offer for a moment before shaking his head, "No deal," he said in finality, "However I will get up if you give me a kiss." He told me, a grin appearing on his face. I wanted to kiss those dimples of his.

I scrunched my nose and feigned disgust, "With your morning breath? No thank you Mr. Ortiz, I'm all set." I declined, pushing myself away from him. I didn't get far before he grabbed at my wrists and pulled me back to him, grabbing my face as I laughed.

"No," I giggled out as his lips pressed onto mine. They were soft and gentle, even though he had his hand on the back of my head pressing me to him. I gripped the soft warm skin on his bicep and leaned into him. We did this every morning yet I never got tired of our little routine.

I finally pushed off of him, cutting the kiss short. If I hadn't we'd probably stay in bed all day like we had many times in the past. He let out a sigh as I stood up and began fixing my blouse.