Dysfunctional (Sequel to Soft Whispers)

Morning After

I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was in my room, the sun was casting a bit of light through the curtains, and I was laying on someone.

Wait.

I was laying on someone.

Me? Laying on someone?

What?

I looked at who it was and saw Chresanto.

Oh, yeah. That is right! I remember now.

I looked at him and saw he was still peacefully sleeping, I didn't want to wake him so I slowly slipped from underneath the sheets and stepped into my underwear, I put on my bra and looked at the time:

10:43 am.

I walked to my window and rubbed some of the sleep from my eyes. I peeked through the blinds and as I did so, I heard movement from behind me and Chresanto hum lightly. "Where the fuck am I?" He murmured, I smiled a little but didn't turn to look at him, I continued to look outside. "Oh, yeah" he added, "I remember".

There was more movement, a bit of silence, then I felt arms wrap around my waist. I stopped looking outside and leaned against him, "good morning, baby girl" he greeted in a low tone. He kissed my cheek, I smiled.

He pulled me back to the bed and sat down, I sat on his lap. We sat in silence and I honestly felt content, I felt like I wasn't depressed.

I looked at the clock again:

10: 47 am.

It changed to:

10: 48.

I suddenly realized something and picked up my whiteboard and marker:

You're late for school.

"Oh, yeah" he said, he shrugged a little, "I'm skipping today".

Oh. Okay.

"Mhm".

Are you hungry?

"No, are you?"

Just a bit.

"We should make breakfast, do you know if your brother is here?"

I shook my head and got up, I walked to my dresser and pulled a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt, I put them on and looked at Chresanto. He was still in his boxers, he probably didn't want to wear the same clothes from yesterday. I walked out of my room and went my brother's, he wasn't in there, so I walked to his own dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, I also grabbed a shirt. I walked back to my room and gave the clothes to him.

I watched him put on the pants and shirt and we walked out of the room and down the stairs. I walked into the living room and saw my brother. He was laying on the couch as he ate a bowl of cereal. He turned his head and looked at me and Chresanto.

"Oh, hey, good morning" he greeted, "I thought you guys would never come down here".

"Good morning".

Morning.

Mom and dad went to work, right?

He nodded, "yup, I covered for your ass, it was hard too".

Why? What happened?

"They wanted to see you before they headed out, but I lied and said that you stayed up pretty late with schoolwork and that you were sleeping in late, but they wouldn't listen. Then I added that you had a pretty bad cold and needed the sleep".

Oh, okay. Well thanks.

"Mmhm, you're welcome. I'd hate for them to walk in on you and Chresanto sleeping together, that would've been pretty bad".

Yeaaah.

I watched him look at Chresanto and he gave him a confused expression, "are those my clothes?"

Chresanto looked down at the sweatpants and T-shirt. "Maybe".

"Okay?"

I left the two talking as I walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. I went to the fridge and pulled out the eggs and I grabbed a pan and turned on the stove. I began to crack the eggs into the pan when I felt arms wrap around my waist.

"Watcha doin?" Chresanto asked quietly.

"Nigga, I know you see her making eggs" Ray stated.

"Shit, man. I still can't ask?"

"It's not like she can answer you anyway".

"I can still ask though".

"But that's stupid".

"Hop off my dick" Chresanto said with a soft chuckle. I shook my head a little as I scrambled the eggs.

"I was never on it".

I took a small step back to try and open the fridge, I needed bacon, but Chresanto was in my way.

"My bad" he apologized as he moved out of the way.

I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the bacon, I walked back to the stove and took out another pan and placed it on the eye of the stove. I turned it on and waited a while for it to get hot.

"It's sad that you got her making breakfast" Ray stated. "Aren't you supposed to do that?"

"You're on my dick again, and plus I can't just walk into your kitchen and start making breakfast with your food" Chresanto explained. "I don't live here".

"You could've just asked".

I listened to the two bicker as I cooked the bacon. I watched as the grease began to pop and one got me on my arm. I hate making bacon because of that one reason.

I ignored the popping grease and finished cooking the bacon.

I pulled out two plates, and looked at Ray with an eyebrow raised. "I'm not hungry, I had cereal" he answered.

I nodded a little and placed the eggs and bacon on both plates. I placed forks down too, and made glasses of orange juice. I handed a plate and glass to Chresanto.

"Thank you" he said before kissing me, I kissed him back, as if to say 'you're welcome'.

I picked up my own plate and sat at the island.

"I shall be in the living room, if I'm needed, you now know where I am" Ray informed.

"Why're you talking like that?"

"I don't know".

I watched as Chresanto sat across from me. I looked at him and looked at his eyes, the sun was shining through the French doors that led you to the patio, so the color of his eyes weren't exactly a dark brown, they were lighter.

"Is there something on my face?" He asked curiously. 

I shook my head and smiled a little. I really didn't think this would happen. That he'd be here, in my house, the morning after. 
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Love,
Me.
Even though I'm slightly agitated.