What I Wish You Knew | ꪜ

Chapter Sixteen

To Jenna,

16. I wish you knew you were the best friend I've ever had.

Haley's POV

"Good morning, Lee," Landon smiled as I entered the kitchen. I cleared my throat as my chest suddenly warmed at the sight of him. "So. . ." I trailed off, trying to bite back the nerves shooting up my spine, "are you just gonna be eating breakfast at my house every morning now? And who even let you in?"

"Dray."

"No, that can't be because Drayton always tells me when he leaves and that's the time you come over. So why'd you break into my house?" Landon chuckled softly as I poured the remaining coffee into my mug. I barely slept last night courtesy of my mind being wide awake, thinking of one person and what said person made me feel. 

"Here," I eyed the plate of eggs and toast on the plate Landon placed before me peculiarly. "Who made these? Because it sure as hell was not my brother. He puts Bell peppers in his eggs so I know he didn't."

"I made them. See I have a habit of waking up extra early these days. I make breakfast for my parents, go for a jog, get back home, take a shower and prepare for school. So since I had time to kill today I thought it would be nice to make breakfast. Drayton said I could." Have the two reconciled? Because last time I checked he wanted to murder Landon.

"Lan, is something going on?" I asked, confused as to why he was being so kind. I mean this isn't out of the ordinary, Landon has always been a sweet person but considering our rocky relationship for the past month this is a peculiar sight. Is this his way of apologizing?

He peered up from his mug, his brown orbs sinking into mine as we gazed at one another for a moment before he parted his lips to reply. However, before he could do so a loud bang from the foyer interjected, breaking our attention away from one another.

"Sorry, I'm a bit clumsy!" Drayton cried out in pain as he came limping into the kitchen, his hand gripping his bare thigh. "Are you off today?" I asked, seeing as he was still dressed in his clothes from last night. He limped towards the counter, "that's for me to know and for you to not find out."

"I think the saying is–"

"I know what the saying is, smartass." He mumbled.

"Two boys in the span of ten hours? That's a whole new record, Hayles." Drayton winked, his lips tugging upwards into a smirk. Drayton loves playing the devil's advocate, but sometimes I wished I could send him to meet the man he took such inspiration from.

Landon began to cough loudly, one hand flailing in the air, the other slapping the table as he gasped for air. I rushed to his side, alarmed at the sight but he quickly regained control over his breathing, "I-I'm okay, I'm good!" I snapped my head towards Drayton, "YA! Why didn't you help him!?"

"His drink simply went into his trachea, sweetheart. He isn't gonna die." I raised my hand in the air and feigned a punch to his face and although I didn't have the guts to do it, his scurrying away from me was enough to fuel my ego. "Idiot," I muttered under my breath before handing Landon a glass of water.

I rubbed his back gently, "are you okay?" He nodded in response. The moment I was reassured that he was not going to die on our hands, I slapped him on the back hard, ignoring his cry of pain, "what the hell was that dude? I thought you were dying!"