My Green Eyed Boy

Part 3

Tears were streaming down my face as I picked up the white t-shirt. I lifted it to my face and inhaled, trying to breathe in the scent. A sob racked my body when I couldn't smell him. His scent was gone.

*Flashback*

I woke up the next morning with his arms around me. My head and hand were resting on his chest I slowly traced his bruises while looking at his sleeping face. The corners of his lips rose into a smile.

"You know, a picture would last longer." So, I did what he said and took a picture.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him. He sat up on the bed before replying.

"I hurt. A lot. How do you feel?" He added with a wink. I just laughed and shook my head, not even justifying his question with an answer.

"What time is it?" I asked, suddenly away that it was Tuesday morning. his smile fell as he quickly looked at the clock. 9:16 a.m. He turned to me with a big smile on his face.

"Yes! We don't need to go to school!" I laughed at his excitement and agreed. There really wasn't a point in going. I sat up and crossed my legs Indian style.

"So what do you want to do today?" He copied my movements before placing his hands in his chin and putting on a thinking face.

"Hmmm... Oh! I know!" He exclaimed while jumping a little before wincing at the pain it caused. "Let's make breakfast!" He was so excited! it reminded me of a little kid. Seeing him this way instead of the gloomy person that I see him as made me smile. my thoughts were interrupted by him jumping off the bed and grabbing my hand.

At that moment, I realized that neither of us had clothes on. Luckily there was a blanket that had been covering me. I stood up carefully so that the blanket didn't fall off and grabbed the clothes I had been wearing yesterday. As I was putting on my clothes, I tossed him the boxers he was wearing yesterday. He let out an over exaggerated sigh as he put them on. I stuck out my tongue as I pulled my hair back into a bun. He sighed with each time he put a leg into his boxers. I rolled my eyes and walked over to where he was standing and glaring at me. When I made it over to him, the glare turned into a smile.

We walked downstairs to the kitchen to find something to make and he intertwined our fingers. After a few minutes, we decided on pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Everything was going perfect until I spilt some flour on him, which resulted in him throwing flour in my face. This led to a flour battle that lasted about fifteen minutes.

When it was finally over, us and the kitchen were covered in flour. It took an extra fifteen minutes to clean it up. We were kneeling in the floor cleaning when I noticed him staring at me. I looked up and slowly moved my face closer to his. Our lips met in a slow and loving kiss. Neither of us noticed the smell of burning food. Needless to say, we at cereal. But that was fine by me.

All I wanted was to be with him. We spent the rest of the day watching movies and cuddling on the couch. It was perfect, and I wanted to stay there forever.

*Flashback over*

Little did I know at the time, but it wouldn't even another twenty-four hours.