Stealthy Love

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I woke up really late, about two in the afternoon. New day and hopefully new-yet-not-so-new me.

The first thing I had done when I woke up from my slumber was check my laptop for any news from Rob. Getting that waitressing job was priority for me. I hadn't gotton anything from him though, but instead of letting myself think the worst, I decided to do some more cleaning and maybe some grocery shopping while waiting for something about the position to pop up.

I flipped my laptop closed and stood up from the criss-crossed position I was in on my bed, lazily walking to my closet. I picked out some random clothes that matched with color and made my way back to my bed, plopping the clothes on my bed and getting undressed.

Mornings were the creations of the devil, I swear. I'm more of a night owl, something about the calmness and emptiness of the night filled me with contentment.

What I had picked out for my outfit was a plain, loose, black t-shirt with some blue jean shorts, paired with some black flats. I put my hair into a messy bun and walked to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and applying light mascara. Coffee sounded good too.

The best thing ever made in history.

Before I went into the kitchen, I grabbed my laptop and phone, bringing them with me and setting them on the fake marble island. Then started making my coffee.

Just as I was through making my coffee, I hear James' bedroom door opening and closing very slowly. Seems like someone might have a hangover. I turned around with my coffee mug in hand, sipping the creamy steaming liquid before saying, "Good mor-" My greeting got cut short once I turned to the model-like woman my brother had brought home last night. She was wearing nothing but my brother's large t-shirt and hopefully some underwear. Her blonde hair was up in a ponytail. I cleared my throat, "Good morning." Well if this isn't awkward, I don't know what it is.

She stood there frozen, she looked so clueless I was about to burst out laughing at what i could imagine was going thrkugh that brain of hers. Her big and bright blue eyes were wide with alarm. She must think I'm James' girlfriend or something, they always think that, and I usually like to play around with it.

Did she not see me last night?

I hid my sly smirk behind my coffee mug, using my gift of fake crying to alarm her a little bit more. This is just entertaining. I'm really tempted to grow hysterical this time, see how far I can go with it. It was really hard to conceal the snigger that left my lips when her eyes got impossibly bigger, so I covered it up as a fake hiccup.

The only words that had left her agape mouth were, "Oh my god."

She really didn't know what to do. My fake tears were growing more noticeable and apparently "cleared" up the question in her eyes. She rushed over to me, grabbing both of my arms, looking paranoid at this point. When the first fake tear left my eye she stopped all movement to look at me, studying my face, both her hands now covering her mouth. "Wha... You...Oh my- I'm... He's- are you?- you're not... He told me- girlfriend?- Fuck."

She was a total mess. And I couldn't get enough of it. I felt like she could see through my lie, but obviously it was believable.

I asked, "Who the hell are you?" before placing my cup of delicious coffee on the counter beside the sink I had been leaning on, and some-what covering my mouth, trying my hardest to fill my eyes with disbelief. I so wanted to burst out laughing at my stupidity for even attempting this. I hid my laughter in my fake hiccups and stuttering.

This felt awkward now. She was just staring now, with wide blue and alert eyes. Her hands hung limply by her sides, and her mouth hung slightly open. I was close to throwing the whole thing out the window when she suddenly came up to me and hugged me tightly, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm so, so, sorry.