Dysfunctional

7

I woke up with Cassie still in my arms. She was fast asleep, her breathing slow and steady. Her hair was spread across her face.

I brushed her hair out of the way and smiled as her nose twitched just a little. I checked her arms and they hadn't bled through the bandage, the cuts weren't that deep.

I continued playing with her hair, rubbing it between my fingers, twisting it and just brushing it out of the way of her face.

All the while she didn't wake up. It was almost noon and she hadn't woken up yet so I decided to go get her breakfast.

I checked around the house, her parents were not home. I found this strange, it didn't look like anyone had been home.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed some flour, eggs, and oil. I began mixing them together to make waffles. I grabbed the waffle maker and began pouring the batter to make them.

Once I had finished making all the waffles, I heard footsteps padding down the stairs. Two arms snaked around my waist and I smiled.

"Thank you for staying with me," she mumbled into my back.

I turned around and smiled. "Its no problem, I care about you." I tilted her chin up with my finger.

"You didn't leave either and I'm grateful,"

"I'm not going anywhere," I smiled leaning down I kissed her lips softly.

She smiled into the kiss and so did I. I broke away a moment later and placed my forehead on hers.

"Do you want breakfast?"

"You made me breakfast?" She acted shocked.

"Yes ma'am," I beamed.

"Well, I didn't think you had the brain capacity."

"Hey, I know my way around the kitchen. I'm skilled in the culinary art of microwaving," I said handing her the plate.

"Oh somebody call Paula Dean!"

"Hey, I didn't put butter all over them!"

"No, but you did drench it in syrup." she said lifting up her waffle.

"Well why don't you try it?"

"I'm afraid if I do, I'll grow wings."

"Oh just eat,"

She took a bite and smiled. "Well I don't have wings." she said a little disappointed.

"No, now ya see these aren't bad."

"I applaud you Clifford."

I smiled at her as I took another bite of my waffle. We were silent for a little while, but I didn't mind.

"So are we like dating?" She asked mouthful of waffle.

"Well I think so," I said wiping her mouth of syrup.

"You think?" She asked.

"Yeah,"

"This coming from the high school drop out," she said waving her fork around.

"You got me there," I said holding my hands up in defense.

"Well I am the queen,"

"No, that would be Beyoncé."

"Calm your tits,"

"I don't have any,"

"You don't, but I can still kick you in your dick."

I crossed my legs under the table. And she smirked at me crossing her arms over her chest and slumping back in her chair.

"I would keep your legs crossed," she smirked.