DARK

BRAIN; ON

-Day 11-

All that was on my mind was the shower that Connor and I had shared yesterday. I loved the feeling of his fingers in my hair, and when he kissed me afterwards, it made my legs weak. It was apparent I was head over heels for him. It was crazy, only knowing someone for eleven days and falling for them, but it had happened. I'm not exactly sure how or why, but I did. Everything about Connor was perfect. His green eyes, black hair, and gorgeous smile. Connor was the guy I've been looking for since I started taking an interest in boys. That may sound cheesy, but to me, it seemed romantic. Living in this tiny apartment with him has been one of the best things to happen yet.

Yesterday, I forgot where we were. When Connor and I were in the shower, it felt like Red was nonexistent. When we got out, things didn't go back to normal. We cuddled for hours and laughed. It wasn't until this moment, lying here alone in bed, that I remember where I am. It was almost like a punch to the gut. Somebody in my head was telling me 'hey, reality check,' and it sucked. Connor was currently in the shower, and I wondered if he was thinking of me. If I was to walk over to the bathroom and step inside with him, would he send me away?

I moved to the edge of the bed slowly and placed my feet on the cold floor. I stared down at my feet. Connor was on my mind always, and I was beginning to feel insecure. There were no reasons I should be since he already told me he wanted to be with me, but I couldn't help it. Right now, Connor didn't have the option to be with anybody else. Of course, he'd choose me. I walked myself out to the living room and plopped down onto the couch. Red hadn't been back to drop off breakfast yet, and my stomach was grumbling as a result. Last night, Red had served us one of the best meals, however. There was spaghetti served with meat sauce and garlic bread. It was delicious. Connor and I laughed at each other as we slurped noodles and made a complete mess with the sauce. It was like we were children again.

Connor suddenly emerged from the bathroom; his hair was dripping all over the floor. When his eyes met mine, he gave me a warm smile.

"Hey, you,"

"Hey," I replied shyly.

"Is breakfast here yet?" Connor asked. He looked over at the door and frowned.

"Nope, but if it's anything like last night, then I'm willing to wait," I responded with a laugh.

"True! Last night reminded me of those delicious Italian restaurants that my soccer team used to go to after we won a game," Connor explained.

"Oh, yes. I miss Italian food," I agreed. "Pizza was my favourite comfort food,"

"Mac and Cheese were my go-to," Connor replied.

As if Red knew we were discussing food, three containers slipped under the door and into our home. I ran over to the door, almost tripping over my own feet. The food Red was giving us was already making me stronger. I felt it when I moved. I was also able to stand for longer than ten minutes without getting dizzy. I yanked the lids off the Tupperware and drooled over what was inside. Waffles, strawberries, and yogurt.

"My prayers," Connor yelled jokingly.

I rolled my eyes and let out a little laugh. Connor was such a dork sometimes. I brought the food over to the table, and Connor met me there with plates and cutlery. My mouth would not stop salivating as I placed some of the strawberries on top of my waffle. Red was genuinely living up to his promise of giving us better food. At this point, I was positive he was trying to make us fat instead of skinny. I grabbed one of the yogurt containers and tore it open. After a couple of mouthfuls, I looked at Connor, who was poking at his food. That was strange, considering he was so excited about breakfast arriving.