The Last Virgin

Chapter Four

Rolling over in the bed I turned to where Freddie was lying, but only seeing an empty space. The faint smell of burning came from what I'm guessing was the kitchen. 

I sighed, trudging down the stairs, seeing Freddie in the kitchen, burning the pancakes. Climbing onto one of the bar seats I started to laugh at his attempt of cooking. 

"Wow, you really can't cook, can you?"

He turned and glared at me, trying not to grin. "Hey, I'm trying!" he turned back to scraping the pancake off the pan and putting it on a plate he sifted sugar over it and passed it to me, waiting until I ate it.

I rolled it up and took a bite, ignoring the slightly burnt taste to make him happy. He picked up his own plate and started to eat, starting to mumble something with his mouth full.

"Huh?"

Swallowing the mouth full of food, "Are you seeing Emma today?"

"Oh, yeah, we're going to the city for shoping, wanna come?"

He made a face of disgust from the thought of trapsing after us, but he shook it off, "Yeah sure, aslong as we can go into some of the game stores,"

"Ha, I'm fine about going into them" punching him lightly in the arm, "it's Emma you have to beg," he groaned.

"Ugh, fine, she'll be more likely to agree if you ask it though," he pouted  at me. Damn, I always fell for that look.

I threw my arms up in the air in exasperation, "Fine, I'll ask her," he grinned and put the dishes in the sink.

"Morning," we both looked up to see Kurt standing in his loose tracksuit bottoms, his chest bare as he leant against  the door frame.

"Hey man," Freddie waved his hand at Kurt lazily. Pushing himself off the doorframe he got the orange juice out of the fridge and started to drink from the carton.

"Ew, remind me not to drink that." he just shrugged and ignored me, ugh he's disgusting sometimes. They started talking about last weekends game, so I left to go upstairs.

I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a loose grey shirt of Freddies and just some black ballet flats. I heard Freddie come in, stumbling face first onto the bed.

I went over and sat next to him. "How are you so tired?" he rolled over onto his back and looked up at me, "You went to bed at the same time as me and I'm not tired!" I nudged him with my elbow.

"I didn't sleep," he lifted his hands to his eyes, blocking out the sun.

"How come?"

He propped himself onto his elbows and looked up at me again. "I'm worried,"

I gave him my 'explain yourself' look, he sat up properly and looked at me.

"I'm worried about you. If they get you then it's you that gets hurt, I know them, hell, I am one of them!" he sighed, "Look, I know it's bad of me, but you're too nice! And I don't want you to get hurt because of them and their meaningless game,"

"I'm too nice?!" I exclaimed, "What's that supposed to mean?!"

"It means that nice people shouldn't be hurt for some stupid game and then thrown out into the dirt!!"

Before I had a chance to reply the doorbell went, storming out of the room I answered it to find Emma standing in the doorway.

"Hey, what's up with you?" she looked at my angered face, I quickly pulled a small smile, showing everything was fine.

"Nothing," I lied, "I just stubbed my toe,"

Ignoring my pathetic excuse she pushed past me to my room. "Yeah, right, I'm going to pretend I actually believe you," she rolled her eyes and sat down on my bed next to Freddie who was on his phone. She looked me up and down, "You ready?"

Grabbing my purse I nodded and went out to my car as Emma and Freddie followed behind me, talking quietly. I didn't think much of it, guessing that it would just be about the game.