Incidentals

Chapter 5

I slowly open my eyes to see my dark mahogany desk looming in front of me, picture frames smacked face down on the surface.

“Ungh,”I moan as I move my head to see Max at the right of me, still holding me in his arms.

My neck feels like hell as I swivel to see all of the damage I had done to my room. Shattered picture frames and ripped photos litter the floor along with the broken trophy and the dent in my door.  My eyes come back around to see Max blissfully sleeping. He looks much younger in his sleep, with his mouth hanging open a little, soft snores falling out of his full lips. I quickly yank my hand back as it lifts to touch them.

"Stupid," I mutter to myself.

My attempts at getting out of Max’s grasp fail and I huff in annoyance, trying to think of how I can get out of his tight grip around my stomach. I look down to see his hands clamped together, the knuckles whiter than the rest of his big hands. My own fingers carefully start to pull his apart from each other, stopping and staring at him for a full minute before daring to do the next. When I get to his pinkies and pull them apart from each other, I am quick to grab his arms so they won’t smack against the hard ground. Which, by the way, my ass had been hurting throughout this whole ordeal because of the stained hardwood I had slept on all night.

As I delicately put his hands in his lap, one on top of the other, he lets out a soft groan. My whole body freezes at the sound, and I gradually lift my head to glance at his face. His eyes are still closed and he doesn’t seem to have awoken, so with the only chance I’ll probably have, I shuffle out of the room quickly, making sure not to make any noise. Hands slightly shaking, I close the door softly behind me and bound down the marble stairs.

The kitchen is spotless when I enter, reminding me how little time I’ve spent in here since my mom died. She was the cook in the family. Don’t get me wrong, I can cook, I just don’t like to.  And my dad burns water, so neither my mom nor I allowed him to step in the kitchen unless it was for a drink from the fridge.

My fingers glide along the smooth, stone surface of the counter and stop at the end. A blast of cold air hits my face when I open the fridge and my body shivers in response. My eyes wander around the assortment of food my dad had bought before he left so I wouldn’t starve.

“Jesus Christ, Dad,” I say aloud at the massive amount of food. It was enough to feed an army for a month.

I close the fridge door, happy to not be standing in the cold and walk to the pantry. As I expected, it was overflowing with delicious food as well. I start scanning over these items to find nothing that sounds appealing.

Sighing, I exit the pantry, closing the door behind me, to spot something out of the corner of my eye on the dining table. I stride over to the small, red, basket sitting on the white tablecloth. When I inspect it, I find a note taped to the top.

Cole,

  I knew you wouldn’t want to cook… and that you were too lazy and unimaginative to do anything with the hoard of food that I bought, so I put everything I knew you would like in the basket.

Enjoy,

Dad

After finishing reading the note, I hastily rip open the basket with a grin on my face. The smile becomes larger as I gaze at the many items within the red basket of godliness. I lick my lips at the sight of the jumbo box of strawberry pop tarts sitting on top. Dad knows me so well. My hands greedily start to rip open the box of sugary goodness before I remember the hot boy laying on my floor upstairs.

My eyes glance down to the box of pop tarts guiltily as I set it down on the table.

“I have to be fucking healthy for one day in my life.” I say to myself. I saunter back to the fridge, open the door, and grab the eggs, bacon, and other things for pancakes and muffins, a mission burned into my mind. After turning on the oven, and heating a pan for the eggs, I swiftly put together the pancake and muffin mixes. Soon, the once cold, empty, kitchen is filled with the smell of blueberry and chocolate chip muffins. (Hey, at least they’re not pop tarts. Give me credit.)

Fifteen minutes before the muffins are ready, I decide to go get Max. At the top of the stairs, I look down at my clothes in horror. The wrinkled shirt I’m wearing has muffin mix on it and my jeans from yesterday have flour on them. I groan for the fiftieth time that day and run down the hall to the guest bedroom.

My legs carry me to the closet and I stop abruptly, my eyes searching as quickly as possible for something I can wear. They fall on an ocean blue dress hanging on the end. I pull it off the rack and hold it up to analyse.

The dress is strapless, hugging the body until just below the chest, where it flows out in multiple layers. It falls just above my knees. I peel of the dirty clothes I’m currently wearing and slip the dress on and unwillingly glance at myself in the mirror. I’m shocked to see that it looks good on me and I smile at my reflection.

Tapping my finger on my chin, I try to think of what it is that it’s missing. My gaze falls on the numerous amounts of belts hanging behind me. My feet swivel and my hands start to sift through until I find a thin, silver belt with a pearl in the middle. My shaky hands wrap it around my chest clumsily. I’m so nervous of what he’ll think of my outfit.

I walk quickly to the door of my bedroom. I stop and breath in deeply in an attempt to calm some of my nerves. My knuckles rap lightly against the wood three times, before I open the door to see Max huddled into a ball on the floor. I put my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the giggle that attempted to come out. Max’s six foot five body is caved into itself in a tight little ball. His right arm is under his head, the other hugging his knees to his chest in a very uncomfortable looking position.

I chuckle lightly as I walk over to his sleeping form and sit down next to him. My fingers find his and I try to pull them apart. I smile happily when I accomplish the hard task. Max’s body uncurls itself without the tight grip of his hands to hold himself together.

“Max.”

“Max.”

“Max.”

“Max!”

Absolutely nothing. Not a sigh or a groan. No movement of the head or fingers. He was completely fast asleep. Something unintelligible leaves my lips as I attempt to sit him up, but I can’t lift him more than two inches before I have to lay him on the ground.

“You’re such a fat cow.” I mutter to him. “A cute, fat, cow.”

My mind then thinks of one more thing I can do…

I slowly and carefully lean over Max’s face, my long blonde hair falling onto the side of his face. I smile at the contrast of his dark hair to my light hair and the way it looks together. I remind myself what the mission is with a quick pinch to my arm and with pathetic attempts to pretend he’s ugly to make this easier on me.

“Well here goes.” I say aloud.

I bend down and touch his lips lightly with mine. When no response happens, I give a little pressure to the kiss. Movement occurs quickly under me and I jump up, scurrying away from the hot giant.

Max sits up and looks to me with a clearly confused expression across his chiseled features.

“Did you just kiss me?”

I look at him sheepishly, a small smile pulling at the corner of my lips.

“Maybe…” I respond coyally.

He gets to his feet quickly and walks over to me. I can feel the heat of a blush creeping up my neck, my confident demeanor shattering altogether.

“I like being pulled out of sleep that way.” He says lowly. His usually blue eyes now almost completely black. His large hands put themselves firmly on my waist as his tongue swipes over his lips and slowly leans in.

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” My ears perk at the sound of the oven going off. I wriggle out of his grasp and almost sprint out of the room and down the stairs, finally stopping for a breath at the oven. My hand swiftly goes in an oven mit and I open the oven door to pull out the warm muffins. I set them on a rack to cool and start preparing the rest of the food. Thank god I decided to cook for once. I smack myself mentally for ever thinking waking him up that way would be a good idea.

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The dress that I thought of is on the side btw :3

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