Messed Up Shit

The Best

The door opened and it was his mom. I haven't seen her in years. When she sees us we immediately break the hug.

"Did I ruin something here?"

She had this big smirk on her face. Why does this whole family know how to make a girl uncomfortable?

"Wait is that little Athena?"

I nod my head.

"I haven't seen you in forever. Where have you been? Are your parents okay? Let me hear it all, sweetie."

I look at Noah with a uncomfortable smile. I hate the attention and his mom is very overwhelming.

"Mom you can ask her all these questions later, it's late anyway we should go to bed"

With that Noah walked out the living room and I followed shortly after. We walk back to his room upstairs. When we get to his room he goes back into his closet and comes out with some blankets.

"Where are you going to sleep?"

'On the bed.'

"Then were am I going to sleep?"

'On the floor'

I look at him crazy , and he looks so serious. He really wants me to sleep on the floor. I sighed. His room, his rules.

'I was just playing. You can sleep on the bed.'

"YAY!"

I run and jump on his bed to land on my back. I feel like a 5 year old doing that. His bed is so comfortable. I sit up and say Noah with the blankets just looking at me in awe.

"Wait if I'm sleeping on the bed where are you sleeping?"

'On the bed'

"But i'm sleeping here"

'Oh so you can't sleep on the floor but I have too. Such a hypocrite. I'll just sleep on the floor, so difficult.'

Now I feel bad.

"Noah you can sleep on the bed too we'll just share."

I tried to tell him, but he only continued to make a bed on the floor with the blankets he had. This dude was planning on sleeping on the floor. But he still might be mad for me not at least wanting to him to sleep on his own bed. After he finished making the little bed on the floor he walked back to the bed and grabbed a pillow hitting me on the head in the process.

"I didn't know niggas had death wishes."

I grabbed a pillow behind and jumped off the bed towards Noah and hit him on the head. Then he hit me then I hit him again then we continued having our little pillow fight for 10 minutes.

He win because I eventually got tired.

"Go to sleep, tomorrow is Saturday and we going to go out."

He says getting up of the bed to his make shift one on the floor.

" Tomorrow is going to be so much fun. I hope nothing goes wrong Noah."

Then I turned off the light, hitting the switch next to the bed. Then I drifted off to sleep.

....

The next morning, I woke up and Noah wasn't there. I looked around the room and I didn't seen a trace of him. The bed he made was gone too. Then something good started to smell.

'Is he making me breakfast?'

I run downstairs and follow the smell. It smells so good.

I get to the kitchen and he was making breakfast. Our favorite at that. Eggs, hash browns, bacon, and pancakes. We had made up a word for this, it was Ultamieanta.

In our language it means ultimate breakfast. But why is he cooking? He barely use to cook when I was there.

"Noah your making breakfast? You barely cook."

He continued to cook and shrugged his shoulders.

"I haven't seen you in forever, I could at least make our favorite breakfast. Ultamieanta right?"

I gave a small smile, and nodded my head. I walked over to the table and sat down. It was pretty big, having 10 chairs. It was one of those tables that you would have when it was thanksgiving.

"Good morning Athena. Did you sleep well?"

It was his mom. I nod yes and stay silent. His mom is nice but talking to parents isn't something I've known how to do. She walks in the kitchen and I guess she was talking with Noah about something because I heard some voices.

I sat there for a little till I saw Noah come with two plates in his hand. He sat down next to me and gave me my plate. I guess he doesn't want to tell me, oh well. He would if he wanted to. We started to eat and he finished before me. I'm a super slow eater.

"Wanna go to the mall?"

I nod, still having a lot of food in my mouth. It's so good. I was eating with a smile.

"It's that good?"

I nod my head yes and he chuckles.

"Well you ain't getting anymore cooked food from me, to lazy for that shit."

I look up in shock. I swallowed my food.

"But, but it's so good."

" I don't give a fuck I'm not doing it."

"Oh well your cooking is awesome. Wish I could make this just as good."

Last time I tried to make breakfast it didn't go so well. I didn't know when to flip to the pancake so the sides got burned and there was smoke in the house. Then Noah banned me from cooking.

I finally finished cooking and Noah took my plate with his and walked to the kitchen and I followed him. He was the plates and checked the time.

"Wow we woke up late it's already 11:34. Wanna get ready now so we can go out the whole day to go do stuff?"

"Sure. And good thing I brought clothes."

We walk back upstairs and start getting ready. I go to the bathroom and change from Noah's hoodie and my jeans to a red plaid, button up crop top, some black jeans and my favorite black converse I wore the previous day. I grabbed my phone and seen a lot of messages. I didn't check because I don't feel like answering right now but I will later.

Noah came out after me. He wore a black shirt, with black jeans, and black converse. This nigga and his black. Like damn is that the only color he owns. When we go out I'm gonna make him buy something colorful.

He yells we leaving then waits for his mom to respond. She yells okay then we walk out the door. It feels so nice outside. Not to hot or cold and the suns out. But it felt like something bad going to happen. And when I get these gut feelings I'm usually right

"Noah. Something bad is gonna happen today."