How We Met #1 (Completed) ✔️

05

I wake up to sunlight streaming in through the window, giving my morning the perfect start. I remember last night, and can't help the goofy smile that spreads across my face, leaving me feeling happier than before. I hum as I get dressed, the pain I felt last night now a dull ache. It's weird that I feel better so soon.

"Hey, Chris?" I yell from the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. I check the bruises, seeing that they're a faded yellow, almost gone. I heal faster than I thought.

"Uhh, yeah?" He asks, tone wary and unsure. I smile at the way he's so kind and considerate. He's very caring toward me, and I don't quite understand why. I know he likes me... but does he really like me that much that he's willing to make sure I have everything I need?

"My bruises are a light yellow, my fractures are mow just a dull ache, and all in all I feel fine." I tell him. I'm happy... but at the same time... I'm sad. This means that Chris can now leave me. I know I'm just being selfish, but I've really enjoyed his precious company. I'm going to miss this like crazy.

"Wait... seriously?!" He asks, I can tell he's excited by the way his voice is. Does he really want to leave that much? I sigh deeply at the thought, tugging the hem of my oversized t-shirt down past my thighs, snatching my brush from the countertop. I begin running the brush through my hair, hoping to look halfway decent before exiting the bathroom.

"Yes." I answer, focusing on a stubborn tangle that refuses to get out. I sigh, opening the cabinet and getting my detangle spray. I spray a little on my hair and relax as the brush goes right through the messy knot atop my head.

I carry on with my self-care routine and get changed into my day clothes after completing my skincare routine, which is basically washing my face with water and massaging my moisturising spray into my skin. My face is now glowing and I feel confident with myself this morning. I look at the shirt I'm wearing and smile to myself. "Lookin' good, queen. Lookin' good." I grin, grabbing my toothbrush and beginning to brush my teeth. I don't want stinky breath. It's highly unpleasant.

After I'm done with everything, I apply a thin layer of lip oil and head downstairs, my sleek white iPhone in hand. This time, I'm careful as I trot downstairs, hand against the wall as I make sure to steady myself. I'm already injured, so I have to be careful until I'm fully healed.

"Wow..." Chris stares in awe of me, leaning against the isle. His eyes scan my body and I roll my eyes.

"Earth to Chris!" I say, snapping my fingers in front of his face and laughing off the look he's giving me.

"S-Sorry. I'm just... never mind." He apologises, making his way over to one of the stools at the isle counter. He sits down, watching me with interest.

I try my best to ignore his staring, opening the fridge and looking at its contents. What should I make us for breakfast? I want to make sure that I cook something he'll actually enjoy as well. I could go with simple eggs, bacon, and biscuits... but that's not very original. I want him to remember this breakfast. Instead of cooking traditional American breakfast, I decide on cooking some of my special ramen. Hannah loves my ramen and often comes over specifically for dinner before going home right afterward.

I smile, grabbing the pot and using the tap to pour half a pot full of water. I place the filled pot onto the stove and turn the specific burner on, turning to face Chris as the water heats to a boil. Should I speak? I love my quiet in the mornings... I'm not much of a talkative person. Especially in the mornings. But... what if Chris isn't comfortable with silence in the morning.