Destined by the Stars(boyxboy)

Chapter 8

Laz P.O.V
I woke up with a slight brush on my neck. That's when I remember that I'm not in my own room. I'm not a morning person but waking up knowing that Hendrix is besides me is enough to put me in a good mood

"Wake up princess" he whispered huskily in my ears.

I groaned as I rubbed my ears. "Stop it"

He grabbed my waist and started tickling me " Wake up!!"

I bursted laughing as I grabbed his hands to make him stop. I tried to shove his hands away but failed since his stronger. Buff jerk. "O-O-Okay!! Please stop!! I can't breathe" I said while kicking the air furiously.

He let go of me as I commanded. "Breakfast is Ready my queen" he stood up in front of me and bow.

I blushed "Stop calling me that. I'm not a girl." I said matter-of-factly. 

We made our way to the kitchen room after Hendrix finished letting me borrowed his clothes since I didn't bring any of mine. As expected, it's too big for me. “This is too big" 

"What are you talking about? You look perfectly fine wearing my clothes" he grinned at me.

"You're really in a good mood today. Why?" I asked.

I watch his cheeks turned red "because...JUST Because!" He defended.

I chuckled "you're cute" I immediately face palm myself. I didn't mean it to slip. Now his going to think I'm weird.

"Y-You think so?" He stammered.

"Maybe" I mumbled. He hold my shoulder and turn me around to face me. "Say it again"

"No"

"Say it again. Please!"

I sighed. I decided to give up. His face is too cute to say no. Too cute and hot for his own good. "Fine. You're cute"

A smug face appeared in his face. "Thank you" he let go of me and started to gesture to the kitchen.

The kitchen is beautiful. It's like the kitchen you see in television. A woman gestures us to come sit on the table. I think that's Hendrix's Mom.

I felt quite uncomfortable. Meeting other parents is not my best suite. We sit down in the table with Hendrix sitting beside me. His parents are facing us in the other side of the table.

"Good morning..." She stated

"Laz. You can call me Laz, Mrs. Cane" I smiled at her.

She laughed" Good morning Laz. Please. Make yourself at home"

"Thank you" I replied.

It was quite until Hendrix dad says something. "So Laz. What does your parent do?" He asked me. I should've expected it since it’s the most common question if you're meeting somebody parents in the dinner table.

"Dad!" Hendrix butted in.

"What? I'm just asking a simple question." He shrugged.

"But Stil-"

"It's okay" I cut him off. “My parents left me when I was a child. I grow up with my foster parent." I take a deep breath."My-"

Hendrix's mom cut me off “I’m sorry honey." She said with worry. " you don't have to answer it anymore"

"Thank you"

We ended breakfast in a matter of minutes. I and Hendrix said our goodbyes after we're done eating.

"I didn't know that. Why didn't you tell me" Hendrix asked me as he drives us to school.

"Well. You never asked" I sighed “can we not talk about it. Please?"