Redheaded Bliss

Allergic To Syrup?!?!

I woke up to waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

"Mmm, Amber?"

"Yeah," she mumbled against my skin. "What are you doing?" I accusingly asked.

"Something you like," she said, kissing me once again. Shit.

"Amber," I said warningly. "Gimme a break."

"From something you like? Nah." I abruptly sat up and leaned over her.

"I said, gimme a break," I said with a mischievous grin. I got close to her face, mere centimeters away. "Got it?" I whispered. I pecked her lips and then got up. God, it was tempting to stay there all day.

I understand why people hurt so much when someone who you love leaves you, and never speaks to you again. But I got her, right? I was so happy she was still here. There was something about her. Whether it be her hair, her smile, or maybe something deeper. The sadness in her eyes, their hollow colour. The smile on her face that meant nothing. It was beautiful, but not as her soul was. I wish she knew that. But she stayed. I know she hurt me, but I made her leave. But she proved to me she was someone I needed in my life more than anything. But that's later on in this story.

I got dressed; so did she. She decided to wear a white shirt with Harley Quinn on the front. She told me she was obsessed with Harley Quinn. Didn't blame her. We talked about that on our drive to IHop. I ordered chocolate chip pancakes, with hashbrowns and sausage, and iced coffee. My favorite breakfast at IHop. Amber ordered blueberry pancakes, with eggs and bacon, and iced tea. We had tastes opposite like no other.I drowned my pancakes in syrup and she barely even touched hers. It almost angered me.

"Why do you look so upset?" Amber asked.

"Just thinking," I mumbled. How could she eat dry fucking pancakes???

"You keep looking at my food and frowning, Belinda." She paused, taking a bite of her eggs. "You're like pissed at my pancakes or something." She had an eyebrow raised, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"How can you eat thiose so dry."

"I'm allergic to syrup."

"Wh... What? How the hell can you be allergic to syrup?"

"Dude quiet down, the IHop people will probably kick me out or something."

"Why didn't I know you're allergic to syrup?"

"You sound jealous, sweetheart," she said sarcastically.

"I'm not jealous, I just wish I was told."

"Oh, please, you're not gonna break up with me, are ya? I'm allergic to syrup, so what?" Her voice was laced with as much sarcasm as possible.

"Since when am I your girlfriend, princess?" This was war and I was going to win.

"I was kidding," she said, a piece of hashbrown falling from her mouth. Ha.

"But you would like it if I was, wouldn't you?" She froze. Ha.

"N-no, what are you tal-"

"Oh you would?!"

"Yes," she quietly sighed.

"Hey." She looked up at me and I smiled at her. I knew she genuinely did and I had no problem with that. But I needed time.

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Sorry for the short chapter, *glares at * I was rushed.