Stockholm syndrome

Breakfast

Atticus pov

I try to get up but someone is on top of me. 

i tap his shoulder "Christian" he groans.

C:"Good mornin' love" he touches my lips.

A:"Why on earth did i sleep at your house?"

C:"oh you don't remember, i asked you if you wanted some water but you seemed to insist on grabbing the vodka instead" 

A:"Oh i'm sorry.."

C:"don't worry bout it SWeEtHeARt"

what a fucking weirdo...i don't even drink so why is this man accusing me of drinking his vodka?

C:"want some breakfast then little boy?"

A:"first of all, i'm not little, second yes i am fucking starving."

Maybe i am as rude as people say i am, i haven't even thanked the man for letting me sleep at his house and secondly i'm swearing at him for no reason...i think i like this weirdo?

A/N:it's a short chapter don't come at me.