Midnight Magic

The Morning After

Seth P.O.V.

My mind wakes before my eyes open, I peek out of one cracked open eyelid to see Chrissy exactly where I left her, lightly snoring with her hair in a mess, covering the majority of her face. Really, only her forehead was visible to me. I know if I look at it closely, I'll find the scar she got from falling out of a tree with my sister in tow.

Looking back on it, it's hilarious, but at the time, a graveyard was funnier. She shielded my sister's body from impact with her face and ended up getting 8 stitches across her forehead. Other than that, she walked out of the hospital a few hours later with a mild concussion and my sister with only scraped knees. Glad to see she's still as hard-headed as then.

I let out a small, quiet chuckle, remembering how I used to tease her about it all the time and apparently that was all the break of silence needed for her to start to wake up. Reaching across her face to move her hair, Chrissy let out a low groan. Ah, no doubt the effects of her extreme hangover.

Before I even think about getting up to get her some headache medicine and hangover food, she notices me in the chair and half screeches, an impression worthy of a pterodactyl, if I do say so myself. "Eh, not so loud so early, Chrissy." I plead quietly. She seems at a loss for words and I don't blame her. If I saw someone I had seen only yesterday after 10 years, I'd be pretty freaked too. Surprisingly, the memories of last night seem to flood back to her rather quickly. She tiptoes forward towards me, as if she can't believe I'm really there and whispers "Seth??" Not having enough energy at that moment for words, I simply nod.

She looks at her ceiling, seemingly exasperated "This can't be real. I'm ready to wake up now!" I snicker quietly at her disbelief, "That pounding headache of yours doesn't prove how real this is?" She blushes furiously, beginning to pace at the foot of her bed without a conscious thought. "I'll leave now, I just wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. I left my number by the phone last night, anticipating to leave, but since you asked me to stay, I did. Anyways, have a nice day and happy belated birthday. Call if you need anything." Without waiting for a response, I turn to leave.

Suddenly, a pair of small, well-tanned arms are around my torso, hugging me. "Thank you, Seth" she mumbles into my jacket. I rest my arms above hers, "Sure thing, Sissy." to which she stiffened. "I had really hoped you would forget that little nickname everyone had for me...." She sighs and finally begins to release my torso. "Will you make me breakfast, Sethy??"

I turn around to look at her, already hearing the puppy eyes with her tone. "Only if you explain to me why you refused to look me in the eyes all day yesterday." She visibly stiffens at that. With a scared expression, she whispers "I can't tell you..." "Then no breakfast for you, Sissy." "Come on, Seth. Your sister made me swear I wouldn't tell you." At this, I sigh. "I won't tell her if you don't. Plus, you were 8, made some pretty dumb decisions." Drawing a line across my forehead as I say this. ".....You have a point..." She blushes some more.

I smile at her, knowing she's about to concede. She looks at me, turns a darker shade of red, and sighs. "Fine. You always were one to get what you wanted no matter the cost, might as well make this easy on myself. Make me a good breakfast, and I'll tell you." I needed no further encouragement before setting to work while she crawled back into her bed after shutting the blinds, whimpering quietly at her throbbing headache.

Without my permission, my mind immediately jumps to a dirty place after hearing those sounds come out of her mouth. I grit my teeth and walk to her bathroom, washing my face and hands with very, very cold water. After that had been dealt with, I began to search for her headache medicine to give her. Finding it, I walk back to the kitchen to get Chrissy a cup of water. By the time I make it back to her room, she already has her head completely submerged within the blankets. I pull the covers back gently until I can see the top of her head. Without thinking, I lean down and place a gentle kiss there. At that, she stirs slightly.

She moves the covers down so that her eyes are showing, moaning in pain at the amount of light in the room compared to the security of her blankets. Again, my mind jumps to a bad place. Damn that mouth of hers. I hand her the medicine and the water before walking out of the room to start breakfast. Taking my jacket off, I look through her fridge and freezer, assessing what I have to work with. I quickly come across bacon, biscuits, sausage, flour, and eggs.

About 45 minutes later, I've made bacon, eggs sunny side up, and biscuits with gravy and sausage. Without me having to say a word, Chrissy comes floating out of her room. Her eyes go wide at all the food and it looks as though she's about to start drooling. "Now, for our deal." She closes her mouth quickly and looks me dead in the eyes. Without blushing in the slightest, she says completely void of emotion, "I've liked you since you saved me from drowning." and I go completely slack-jawed. "S-sissy, that was.....12 years ago... and you didn't use past tense?" I whisper. "I'm aware."

"Thank you for breakfast Sethy, it smells wonderful. Hopefully your cooking skills have improved since we were kids." She smirks at me and I immediately know exactly what she's referring to. I tried to feed her and my sister Rory a mud pie. I had thought it was hilarious until they put chili powder in my underwear as a form of payback. I shuddered at the memory of the heathens we were.

Without another word, we both fix a plate and dig in until we're full. To my surprise, she ate more than me. She looked up at me afterwards with questioning eyes, "Say something, Seth." smirking back at her I reply, "Something, Seth.". She sighs, facepalming. "You know what I mean, jackass." I smile cheekily, "I know, I know. It's just so fulfilling to see you so frustrated. To be honest, I think you're an amazing person, despite being a pain in my ass *cough cough*. My only issue with this whole thing is: we really only know the people that we were, and we shouldn't try to base emotional feelings off of past events. Basically, if anything along the lines of a relationship of any sense is going to happen, we need to get to know each other again first."

I see her smirk at something I'd said, but she doesn't make me wonder what she's thinking long before blatantly saying, "There's nothing emotional about hooking up." while looking at me mischievously. "N-n-no, I-i guess there really isn't...." I stutter almost to myself, but she manages to hear it. "So what say you? Shall we get to it?" Already she's walking slowly to where I'm still sitting at the kitchen table, dumbstruck and frozen. She gets right in front of me, still in that damned dress from last night, and straddles my lap. I can tell my breathing is already heavy. Fuck. What am I gonna do????