Forbidden Fantasies

Chapter 4

The sun beams through my window curtains and shines down on my face.  I roll over to try and hide from natural alarm clock. When Nicole's hand hits me in the face, my eyes flutter open.

"Sorry, " she say groggily. My stomach yells at me for food as I walk to the door and make my way to the kitchen. I look through the refrigerator, but the only thing I can find is a carton of eggs. Ugh we, I mean I, need to go get food. While I beat the eggs to ready them for frying, Michael enters the room. His hair is sticking up every which way with his shirt missing. His sweatpants hang loosely off his hips, making him look irresistibly hot. Oh my god, stop staring. He's not even attractive.

"I know I'm attractive, but you don't have to stare. " He smirks and scratches his head.  I roll my eyes at his cockiness. The eggs are spilled into the frying.

"Are you cooking me breakfast?"

"Uh no, I'm cooking myself breakfast. I have to go get groceries so make a list of what food you like. " I order.

"Or I can just go with you...?" he suggests the rarest occasion.

"Michael, I despise you. Why would I go to the store with you?"

"I don't know, I just don't want to make a list! " he laughs. I scrambles my eggs and season them as he makes a fool of me.

"After I eat and Nicole wakes up, I'm going to the store. Make the list or I'm choosing for you. " I actually hate him less for his sense of cleanliness. The house is spotless, even the paint from last night's surprise  attack isn't as noticeable. I'm not stepping on plastic cups or having to move miscellaneous items out of my way as I sit on the couch.

I press the power button on the remote and the television comes to life. After finally deciding to watch The Amazing Spiderman, I begin to devour my eggs. Michael sits down in the recliner next to me and I pretend to ignore his existence.

"I love th- I mean, this movie is cool. " he tries to save his cool boy act. I can help but giggle to myself. When I steal a glance at the handsome troll, he has a pizza box sitting in his lap.

"Please don't tell me you're eating cold pizza. " I express in disgust.

"Have you ever tried it? " he holds out a piece for me to take.

"I don't have any desire to. " I shoo his hand away.

"Just one bite, you'll like it. I promise. " he pushes the piece in front of my face and I take a small bite. It's tough to chew, but there's something about the flavor that catches me off guard. I have to admit it's actually good. "So? " he smiles widely.

"It's okay. " I shrug. Who am I to say he's right? He doesn't deserve any satisfaction.

"Your such a liar! You know it's the best thing you've ever tasted! "

"Calm down. It's not that big of a deal. What is going on right now? " I say, noticing his sudden friendliness. The way he became excited for my answer and jumping in his seat like a child was adorable. WHAT AM I THINKING!? HE HATES ME AND I HATE HIM!