High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 10

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I couldn't sleep. The rain and the sounds of her sleeping drove away any sleep my body had left in it.

I didn't want to leave the room, just in case the girl woke and tried something funny. Plus, I wanted to watch over her, just to make sure she was okay.

Still sat on my couch, I got up to stretch my tired and sore muscles out. As I did, the edge of a pink and white suitcase peaking out from under the blanket caught my eye.

It was no doubt the girl's - I didn't own such a girly thing - and I'm pretty sure I saw her with it when we came
in the house.

The temptation to snoop through it was high, but I really didn't feel like hearing her obnoxious voice yelling obscenities at me.

As time dragged on, I was more tempted to look through her stuff. Sitting in this chair and staring at nothing was fucking boring.

Finally giving in, I slowly crept over to where she slept. I looked at her to make sure she was in a deep sleep before gently tugging the suitcase from under her. She moved once, and I freezed. Once she settled back into her sleep, I grabbed it and fled back to my chair.

The clasps popped open with a loud click that echoed in the room.

I didn't know what to expect to see in her suitcase - maybe clothes, a diary and stashed chocolate for when she cried. But all that was in there was two packs of malboro cigarettes, customly made for her. Tiny middle fingers weaved up the cigar, and the whole thing was black. Underneath was a measly eight dollars.

I scoffed. Who the hell lived off of eight dollars? No stable person could even live off two-hundred a month!

I shook my head at her stupidity. She wouldn't last a day in this world. They would eat her ass up, because she's so fucking naïve.

She had nothing elss, besides a small razor tucked in the corner, meant to be hidden from view. I didn't think nothing of it, assuming she needed to shave for when she ran away for a long period of time.

I snapped her suitcase closed and set it down back where it was. I mamaged to miss the fact that it was already daylight, the sun brightening up the room.

The loud rumbling of my stomach reminded me that I was starving. I knew how to cook, so feeding myself wasn't a problem, it was the girl. Anyone could guess she was probably starving with hunger.

And I was going to feed her.

It was the least I could do after everything I did to her.

So quietly making my way downstairs, I prepared a big meal for not only me, but her.

Just as I finished putting her bacon on her plate, she came down, her suitcase in one-hand and in the other, her cigars. She stopped, eyeing the plates of food and drinks.

"What's this?" She asked monotonously.

"Breakfast obviously. I know your hung-"

"Don't! Don't pity me and don't think you can just go and make me breakfast and everything will be fine!"

I froze, angry and upset. It seemed like you couldn't be nice to her without being a bitch.

"I was trying to be nice for once. You don't have to be fucking rude. I just wanted to, is that so wrong?"

She glared at me. "Yes, it's so wrong."

She turned on her heel and stalked to the door, her shoes banging loudly on the wooden floor. Before she could open the door and walk out, I ran and grabbed her shoulder, stopping her.

"Look, can you please come back and just stay to eat? Its the fucking least I could do after everything. Yeah, I was a dick last night, but you provoked me. And I never meant to hurt you." I said, my voice serious and apologetic.

What the hell is wrong with me?! Apologizing to her for being mean?

She sighed softly before turning around. The close proximity of us didn't phase me, but from the blush on her cheeks, it phased her.

"O-okay. I will. Thanks for making me breakfast though. I haven't eaten in days." With that, she walked past me to the table and sat, already attacking her food.

As I made my way over to where she was, I realized in the back of my mind how good it felt that she technically forgave me and to not have her mad at me anymore.

The thing that scared me most though was how I missed the warmth of her body being so close to mine.

Author's Note: Rowen, glad to see u being nice for a change.