I woke up at 2pm the next day. Still dressed in the same dress from the other night. I was glad Alex didn’t try to undress me like in the movies because I wouldn’t have been able to deal with the embarrassment. A part of me did wish it was like the books and movies though, where I wake up next to his handsome face and- whoa, whoa, whoa, there Caramel getting ahead of yourself. I shook my head, getting out of bed making a horrible headache shoot up my brain. My shoes were still on too. Okay, now he’s just an asshole those things were dirty how dare he keep them on me when I was in bed? Now I have to wash the sheets. I groaned as I went to the bathroom looking in the mirror and jumping back while holding my chest. Oh dear god, medusa would be jealous if she saw me, the whole hideous thing was hers. Panda eyes, hair sticking in every direction, and red lipstick smeared across my face. A sight to kill an old man, my brain mocked.
I stripped out of everything I was wearing and hopped into the shower. The shower was my thinking time, I thought about what Alex said to Liam in the car, I thought about how Ian would react when he sees me in school tomorrow, I thought about the inhuman thing I did last night. By the end of the shower I was banging my head against the wall. I’m so stupid; the whole school would think I’m a freak now. I got out looking for my towel but it wasn’t there. I thought maybe Emily took it out of the bathroom last night, so I got out into my room and no towel. Oh what the hell? Where is my towel! I complained to my self in what I knew as gibberish and wore a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. I don’t wear anything else when no one was over or coming over. I put my hair in a messy bun as I walked down stairs.
“Oh hey Chris.” I walked past him towards the kitchen opening the fridge in the process and pouring myself a cup of milk. Such a nice day, rain outside, a glass of milk and Chris on my couch. My body tensed and my head slowly turned towards the living room’s couch. Chris on my couch? I chugged down the glass of milk as if it were beer and threw the plastic cup into the sink.
“Why are you in my house you rude bastard! Ever heard of knocking or being invited!” I was yelling as I clutched his shirt my anger was really strong lately.
“I was invited, Alex invited me and he was here but he had work so I stayed to check up on you.” He smiled bringing his face closer. “Do you like being on top?” I looked at the position we were in. Chris was lying on the couch and I was on top of him one hand on the side of the couch and the other holding Chris in an iron grip. I blushed furiously and pulled him off of the couch, face smacking the floor. Ouch, I didn’t mean for it to be that hard. I came close to see if he was still conscious only to see him roll over face red with laughter. Chocolate, my head kept repeating but shook the thought away as I felt myself starting to laugh with Chris.
“I shall call you the lady with the iron grip!” I laughed even harder dropping next to him.
“And I shall call you the man who took over my couch!” We looked at each other and exploded with laughter. His laugh was sending shivers down my spin and not in a bad kind either.
“Are you hungry?” He asked me tucking a strand of hair to the back of my ear. I nodded blushing. I was starving, I could eat a cow! But I couldn’t just say that so I just kept my mouth shut and kept nodding. “Are you going to tell me what you want me to make?” He was now fully smiling, a smile so contagious it took over me.
“Wait, you’re going to cook for me?” He didn’t seem like the type to cook. He got up giving me a hand and leading me to the kitchen.
“Well, since you said I was ‘rude’ I will beg my forgiveness by making you beg for more of my cooking.” I never thought cockiness was cute, but he totally changed my mind. I sat on the kitchen stool watching him grab things as I told him where they were. Chris ended up making me pasta and meatballs, nothing fancy, but it tasted fantastic.
