Leaving Lavender/✔

twelve

I had woken up with the sun shining against my skin, his gentle touch caressing me to consciousness. I had groaned internally, I was too comfortable to let the sun awake me, I was too at peace to care if the sun had other plans for me today. But as the seconds had ticked by, his touch had gone from gentle to a burning and I had known there was no way he would let me sleep in today.

"Why must you ruin good things?" I muttered squinting at the sun after I had slid off my bed, my feet hitting the floor and going to close the window. I did not want the sun's warm breath invading my cool space, he had already ruined my peace.

I had gone about with my morning things, brushing my teeth, my hair, getting dressed and then going on to make breakfast for Thomas and I. My brother had already started to make the coffee, grateful that there was a pot ready of it.

"You slept in today." My brother's voice had carried over from the table.

"I did? What time is it?" My eyes wandered to the clock on the stove, it read that it was eight thirty four in the morning. I had frowned a little and shrugged taking out the eggs and a pan.

"I guess I did."

"And Peter had left pretty late last night." A smile small lifted my lips at the mention of Peter. He had left pretty late last night, I had told him to stay, that I didn't want him being too tired to drive, but he had still whisked off after kissing me, purposefully shutting me up and drowning my worries instantly.

"He wanted to visit his mother early this morning." I had cracked several eggs and whisked them, preparing to make Thomas's scrambled eggs and his toast.

"You guys are pretty close." I had felt my cheeks heat up at the thought, how most night we fall asleep on that bench, me in his arms.

"He's a good friend Thomas. I'm glad to have him around." My voice had been soft as I had mentioned him again, a small twist had contorted in my stomach as I had mentioned him as a friend, even if the truth was we were more. I knew friends didn't do what we do, friends don't constantly have the other in their arms, friends don't look at each other they way we do, and friends certainly do not kiss. Or... do they? No, they do not. Friends are for counseling, comfort, a lending hand, not someone you get butterflies for.

Thomas had stayed silent for the rest of the time I had made both of our food, I could tell he was contemplating, I wasn't sure of what, but he had a distant look in his eyes that had fogged over his irises.

"How is May doing?" His eyes had blinked a few times before they had met mine, a fog still over them. I had chuckled a little and waited for his response, which took thirteen seconds, longer than usual, certainly an awkward silence that he wasn't even aware of.

"Um... She's good, she is good." He had coughed out, the fog that layered over his eyes had dissipated and I was left with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, she's great." He added, as if to reassure himself that she was and that he wasn't second guessing himself. I had shaken my head, deciding to drop it since his cheeks had turned red, I had given the boy enough trouble and it was only a simple question.

Today was rather a day of gathering things together for shops around town, and since today had seemed a pretty cool day, I had taken them into town myself and dropped them off. Of course May's shop was last, I had longed to talk to someone that wasn't a boy nor Thomas or Peter.

I had walked in, the hem of my dress tightened around my legs as I pushed the door in. The box in my arms was rather heavy but it wasn't an issue. Making my way closer to the register May had wandered out, her eyes had grown wide and a smile lifted her lips once she had seen me.