Sorry it's been so long since I last updated. I just kinda hit a bad bump in the road and a massive writer's block in everything. But now I think I have an idea about what I can do for this. So, here we go.
~ER❤️
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When I wake up a delicious smell of waffles and coffee invade my nostrils. I throw the sheets off the bed and stretch. I push the room's door open and peek out. I can see Erik cooking in the kitchen. I quickly change and brush my hair into a ponytail before rushing out.
"Good morning," Erik says when he sees me and a smile. An actual smile for the first time in a while. I don't know what it is about being with or around him but I don't feel as bad. It's like he carries this light with him that makes everyone around him smile.
"Morning," I say. I sit on a stool and lean on the counter as Erik uses a spatula to take a waffle out of the waffle iron. He places it on a plate and I see that it's a second plate.
"You want syrup on yours?" he asks and my eyes widen a little.
"You know you don't have to do all this, right? I've just been a little distracted but I should be able to find a new place to stay soon. And if you want, I'll clean around here or something to make up for just taking over your life. Or I'll ju--"
"It's fine, Noa. Besides, I enjoy having your company around. Normally I live alone but having someone here makes this place less lonely." He looks at me over his shoulder and flashes me a smile. I move to the seat on the other side of the counter and Erik turns to me, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding my eyes. "So, remember how I mentioned I had a sister?" he asks, and I nod and start getting a little nervous.
"Yeah," I respond, not really knowing what to say.
"She called me this morning and said that she's coming to visit today." I look down and start wringing my hands. Does he not want me to meet his sister? What am I talking about, why would I need to meet his sister? I start chewing the bottom of my lip and my heart starts racing. I take a deep breath, trying to fight off the unnecessary panic attack. A hand touches my shoulder and I jump. "Hey, it's not a big deal. She's been planning on visiting me for like two weeks. You can meet her if you want or you can just hang out with some other friends of mine. It's all up to you." I nod, taking a shaky deep breath and relaxing a little.
"Thank you for that." We both give a small smile and Erik goes back to our breakfast.
"You say 'thank you' a lot for someone who doesn't seem like they have a lot to be thankful for," Erik says casually, making my eyes widen a little. Then he realizes what he said and scratches the back of his neck. "I-I didn't mean it like that. I just meant. . . I mean I-I. . ." His voice gets quiet and I look down.
"I know what you meant. And just because I'm the way I am doesn't mean I wasn't raised right. If someone does something that I feel is good enough for a 'thank you' then I'll say it," I say and shrug.
"That makes sense. And I'm sorry if what I said made you feel bad."
"It's fine. Really." He still looks like he feels bad when he places a plate of two Belgium waffles covered in whipped cream, strawberries, and bananas in front of me. He also places a glass of a juice that looks like water downed orange juice. I eye the juice as he sits down next to me.
"It's pineapple juice. That's fine, right? There's other stuff to drink if you want." He looks like he feels really bad and I roll my eyes as I smile.
"I told you, it's fine. And I actually enjoy pineapple juice. The only thing you can do for me is not be so guilty looking. You're like a light and you make everyone happy. When the light isn't happy, the people who are happy because of said light start getting sad. I don't want to be sad. Understand?" He lets out a laugh, smiling wide enough that dimples pop out on his cheeks.
"I understand." I smile and we continue eating. I would expect any silence between us to be awkward or weird but for some reason it's comfortable. And I like it.
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In The Eyes Of a Saint
Teen FictionI stare at the cars. I stare at the people. I look up and I stare at the sky. I stare at the clouds. A few birds fly by. I stare at those, too. Then, I look at the buildings. Some are completely lit up. Others are only partially. I stare at the cars...
