Blurred Sentimentality

I'm Sorry (Ch. 25)

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Olivia

"You're meant to be a boy." My dad yelled

"Gosh, Olivia. You're so much like a boy." Mom looked at me in a disgusted manner.

He raised his hand to slap me, but my mom held his arm.

"Let's wait till we get home."

"Remove your coat."

"Why?!"

"I wish if you were just a boy!"

*

I opened my eyes slowly. Pain was all over my body, ugh another nightmare. but the greater pain was in my chest. Chisled there and not ready to move. My eyes adjusted to my surroundings. I was lying in a comfortable, large bed with a huge blanket on top of me.

Right, I was at Chaz's. He took care of me so well and I was forever going to be thankful for that.

I got out of bed slowly and the hoodie fell to my knee length. I smiled at myself and looked around. I've never been in this room before. It had a huge bed and amber shades of colors spat all over it. When I looked in the long mirror, I saw my hair in a huge, messy high bun and laughed at it. I fixed the bun then exited the luxurious room, greeted by the familiar marble hallway.

I remembered Chaz's room and slowly opened its door. It was dark and the curtains were closed. I stepped in and looked around. It wasn't like Chaz at all. He had so many blue lights and luxury in there. Whoever bought this house was loaded. He was sleeping on the side of a giant bed. If I were him, I would occupy the biggest space I could in such a bed, but I wasn't him so I let him be.

I got closer and stared at him, lying peacefully on his side and barely covered with the thick, sky blue blanket. He was half-naked and I tried not to blush, even though he was sleeping and couldn't make fun of me staring at him.

He looked so calm and tranquil. His dark hair was messy, some strands were slicked back carelessly and the others fell over forehead. His full lips were slightly parted and his breathing was quiet and even.

His room was quite chilly so I pulled the blanket and covered his body. I was going to kiss his smooth cheek but I would be cheating- or something on Matt.

I tip-toed back to his door and closed it slowly. I then walked down the stairs and to the kitchen. He let me stay here with him, the least I could do was make him some breakfast.

I searched his light brown cabinets. He either had noodles or pop tarts. I then checked his freezer and found a frozen pizza. How could he eat such foods and still look like a guy from the Olympics? When I opened the fridge, I found some eggs and after searching around some more I found flour, baking powder, salt and sugar. I was more than satisfied and decided to make pancakes.

After rustling around for so long, I finally flipped my imperfect pancakes and placed them on two plates. I made enough for both of us. I ended by cleaning the big mess I made in his kitchen and placed the two plates on his counter with the high chairs.

I sighed in relief when I was done and decided to wake him up. It was thankfully a Saturday and there was no school. Before I could move I heard someone climb down the stairs and I smiled when I saw Chaz's lazy morning face. He had some joggers and a loose black tank top on and I was extremely relieved to not have to deal with his sexy shirtless self.

"Hi." I said awkwardly. His eyes met mines then fell on the food and back at me.

"You made pancakes?" A smile formed on the corner of his lips, exposing his dimples for the first time today.