Munchkin

•Twenty One•

When I woke up from my slumber, my arm was flung across the bed and my left leg was as well over the spot that Jace had occupied, as if my leg was strapped around his waist.

My body was warmer than usual as my duvet was tucked in around my body. Sliding on my slippers I make my way down the stairs, fixing up my ponytail to make it even just a little more presentable.

The smell of bacon and eggs makes me pick up my pace as I enter the kitchen to find Jace flipping a pancake at the stove. There was a stack of pancakes on the counter, scrambled eggs, bacon, syrup and whipped cream.

I settle myself up on the island, "What's all this?"

Jace turns to me with a grin, plopping the pancake on the pan on the plate, "Just take it as a thank you." I nod as I reach for bacon, Jace smacks my hand lighly with his spatula. "Patience my young grasshopper."

"Did you just call me a grasshopper?" I ask, seating myself down on a stool.

"You don't like it?" Jace hands me a plate and I start drizzling syrup over my food. Well technically the whole plate.

"I mean I don't hate it. But Munchkin is better, just so you know," I shrugged, licking the syrup off my finger and Jace smirks.

"Noted."

"How should I know where she is?! I thought she already left with Mia!" I recognize Jordans voice and he bursts through the door with his backpack.

He smiles, "Oh," he looks over at Jace who is shirtless, I'm wearing his shirt by the way. He looks over at me in the oversized shirt, "Oh! Oh!" He covers his eyes as if he had seen something he shouldn't have. "Mom and dad were wondering where you were."

Jordan makes his way to the other side of the island and leans on it, lunging for a piece of bacon. "So, you two a thing?" He asks, mouth full as he points at the two of us with his bacon and we both shake out heads with wide eyes.

"No." We say in unison and Jordan leaves the kitchen laughing abnormally loud.

"She's in the kitchen!"

I stood and grab two plates from the cupboard and put some food on both seeing as there was so much extra before going upstairs to my parents room. "Good morning."

"Hey sweetie. Who made all this?" My mom asks as she walks out of the closet with her clothes.

"Um, Jace," I say nervously

She smiles, "When did he come over?"

"Earlier this morning. He jus-"

"Missed you?" My dad said with a bright smile and my eyes widened. "Don't worry. You two seem to already be late, you can stay home if you'll like."

Deciding not to push the topic, I nod before making my way out of the room and back to the kitchen. After I finished eating, I began to wash the dishes and soon, my body is lifted and fixed up on the island, Jace's body in between my legs. "Jace," I groan. "I can never be in my own fucking kitchen with you."

"Where did you learn all the swear words from?" He chuckled.

"I don't know. It's probably from being around you so much," I shrug honestly. Soon, Jace's face is in the crook of my neck, "I think I like your insults. Though I think I'd like them better if you insulted different parts of me," his voice fans my neck.

"You're an idiot."

My dad walks into the room. He looks at us for a second before placing the empty plates in the sink and pulling out a mug from the cupboard. He put some water to boil in the kettle and I swear we waited a whole three minutes for it to boil before he made his cup of coffee, creamer and all.

He began to walk towards the door before turning and looking at our position once more. Jace's hands were holding onto my waist above my bum and my arms were simply on his chest from trying to push him away earlier. Anyone would think we had been doing something.

He sips his hot tea, LOUDLY, before walking out. "PDA every time I enter my damn kitchen, Savannah! I swear!" His rant is directed towards my mom though it holds a bit of humour in it as Jace and I chuckle.

*****
After I had showered and made myself clean after a good two days, I pull on a CLEAN pair of black Adidas track sweats and a long sleeved white shirt which I tucked into the pants along with no branded white sneakers.

I simply combed out my hair and just let it lay there because I have nothing to do with it. My plan for the day was to take Boe for a walk because I feel like she's been very neglected lately. But I'm also scared of something bad happening again and me ending up with another broken ankle as my right leg was still in a brace.

Then I checked the time and realized Drew would be here any minute to take me to the doctors because I've missed two appointments already and I just hope I get to get my brace off today.

Mia would've taken me but she had visitors over so she had to be home.

Drews truck's horn is heard, causing Boe to come down the stairs barking. She usually doesn't bark but she only does when Drew is around. I sneak my way through the door, avoiding her following me as I get into Drew's car.

We haven't seen each other since Chuck E Cheese and obviously not even whenever the fight happened. Jace was right though. He had no scratches or bruises from the fight whatsoever but what makes my blood boil is that he physically hurt Jace. "Why'd you do it?"

"Do what?" Drew asks.

"Why'd you just go off on Jace? Why'd you hurt him?" My voice raises slightly even though the conversation hasn't yet even escalated.

Drew's eyes widen in defense, "Is that even a question? Mikayla, you know how Jace is. I was trying to protect you."

"Protect me from what Drew?"

"From him!" He yells, turning to me at the stop light. "You know how he plays girls and I know how much you like him. I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Well maybe I don't need your protection, Drew! I can protect myself. Jace may play girls and stuff but him and I are just friends. You shouldn't have attacked him like that," I looked down at my lap then out to the window and realize we're at the hospital.

"Maybe I need protection from you," I got out of the car and slammed the door behind me, not looking back.

Thoughts on the chapter? I might reedit it because I don't like it that much but meh.