Breaking Promises

Chapter 7: Food Fights and Awkward Moments

Chapter 7

I woke up the next morning, and felt a warm, hard pillow under my head.

Ahh. This was a really comfy pillow.

I decided that it wouldn't hurt to sleep for a few more minutes, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep on that comfy pillow.

I woke up again, after a while.

I glanced at the time.

9:43.

Not bad.

I usually slept in late, but last night I had had the best sleep, since 7 years.

I rolled onto my back and felt something poking it.

And that's when last night's memories came flooding back.

I glanced behind me to make sure it was Tyler.

Yup.

That comfy pillow had been his chest.

Oh let me correct that. His BARE chest.

I couldn't help myself from staring at it now.

Then something hit me. Like I had been slapped in the face.

I can't do this.

He can't be here right now.

We shouldn't have slept in the same bed.

I had made a promise. I HAD to keep it.

We couldn't have any feeling in between each other. At all.

And staring at his abs was not helping.

So I pulled back the covers and crawled out of bed, making sure not to wake him up.

He had had a rough night last night.

I went to the washroom to freshen up. When I left my room, I made sure to close the door. Chris finding out that Tyler was in my bed, was not on my list for today.

After that, I skipped down the stairs to go eat breakfast.

As I pulled open the fridge, I was suddenly tackled to the ground from behind.

I screamed and started flailing my arms around, until the attacker pinned them above my head.

I opened my eyes, which had somehow closed in fright, only to find a smirking Alex.

"ALEX! YOU BITCH! You are so dead." I hissed.

I gave him my death glare, and he got up and ran behind the counter.

I looked around for revenge, and suddenly, an idea popped in my head.

I spun around and grabbed a box of leftover potato salad from the fridge.

I hid it behind my back as I stepped closer to Alex, who had a scared and confused expression on his face.

I discreetly opened the lid behind my back and grabbed a handful of potato salad.

I grinned evilly at my clueless best friend.

One. Two. Three!

I threw the handful of potato salad in his face.

I doubled over in laughter, as I watched his face.

"You're gonna regret that, Hilly." Alex threatened.

We stood there, glaring at each other, for a while.

Then Alex sprinted towards the fridge at the same time as I grabbed some more potato salad.