Stephanie & Xander

Chapter 18

May 7.

I can't believe I've slept until 10. Usually I sleep only until 8. We talked a lot last night. Stephanie, who's very well informed on anything that has something to do with love, sure talks a lot. He doesn't sound like someone whose love of his life vanished without even telling him anything. He sounds like his love life is successful. Like, he did this and did that and it's magic. Yeah, it's magic, Emily vanished. Very wow.

Stephanie isn't by my side when I wake up. That asshole wakes up every day at 6. I don't know how he does that. Whenever I wake up, the breakfast is made, sometimes even the lunch because those two is interchangeable. He's also done with the laundry and everything else is sparkly clean.

I try to sneak a peek at Coco. As expected, he's not there. I should've known he's not someone who also sleeps until 10. I know right. He's punctual. Hehe. He's so cute. Actually even if he sleeps until 10 at night, probably I'll still think he's cute. God, I'm hopeless.

I remove my pants and start searching the room for my Denim shorts. The only thing I dislike about how Stephanie handles household is he thinks that our bags are interchangeable too. He puts my stuffs in his and he puts his stuffs in mine. And when I don't find my things in his and mine, I'm going crazy like how I am right now, "STEPHANIE!" I call out; usually he's just outside, airing our blankets on the balcony, "STEPHANIE! MY SHORTS!"

The door swings open, "He told me that your stuffs are~"

It's Coco. We stare at each other for like five seconds. His eyes move down. He blushes before he goes out and shuts the door closed. Yeah... I'm walking around on my underwear. I cover my face even though I'm alone. This is so embarrassing! Did I just let him see me on that state? Oh God! I'm dying. I was just checking on Coco a few minutes ago. I should've known he's also occupying this space.

Stephanie comes in and I'm underneath layers of blankets, "I'll kill myself."

He throws my shorts above my head and he buries his face to his floury palms, "I told you million of times not to walk around in your underwear!"

"But I'm in our room! It's a private place!" I stand up and wear my shorts, "I can't believe myself! He might think I'm a slut!"

"I've seen you in your underwear a hundred times and I don't think you're a slut. You're just as seductive as a plant box."

"You're not helping." I roll my eyes, fixing my bed. I should fix it somehow so he won't think I'm a dirty woman who leaves her bed in a mess every day. Even though, yeah, I'm like that. My bad, I'm far from everyone's housewife material.

"At least, he knows you don't have a dick." He says, leaving.

"Wait, wait. Help me clean my wounds first." I remove my shirt and poke the bandage a little. I don't really wanna ask Stephanie help about my wounds because he'll end up lecturing me over the same thing again but it's hard to move my arm around when the wound is under my collar bone. Like, I raise my arm and every bone and flesh and muscles shift with it and it hurts like hell.

But he continues down the stairs and yells, "Go ask Coco I'm cooking!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you too!"

"Fuck you times one hundred!"

"Fuck you times infinity!"

And he left. So, I cleaned my own wound. That idiot. The pain was tolerable at least. Stephanie is way more intolerable.

I get downstairs. Ma'am Thuy and Baldy are also there, helping with the preparation. They've cooked a lot of stuffs. I still don't know what the occasion is. Coco is standing on the corner of the place, peeling some potatoes. He looks at me and I took my eyes off him a split second before he look.