wakeup call and the breakfast?”
“Can’t I cook breakfast without there having to be a good reason?” she asks defensively.
“Well…I mean...no offence but you never cook and usually if you do, the smoke alarm goes off” I say and quickly dodge a smack from her.
“I’m not that bad!” she complains.
“Yeah okay, you’re not that bad. This is actually pretty good” I say before shoving more food in my mouth.
After that we’re silent, eating our breakfast with the occasional groan of satisfaction.
Once we load the dishes into the dishwasher and I help her clean the mess she made in the kitchen, there was nothing left to do but give her the spare keys I have to her apartment.
“I’ll come with you, save you running back up here to bring back the keys” I say casually.
“Thanks again, for you know…letting me stay here. You really didn’t have to give up your bed either.”
“Yeah that couch was a pain in my ass…literally” I say and smile as she laughs.
We make our way out the apartment and head to the stairs. She’s a few steps ahead of me and suddenly she pauses at the bottom of the steps, making me run straight into her.
“What the hell Charli?” I start to complain as she says, “What. The. fuck!?”
I follow her gaze and see her apartment door slightly ajar. The handle is barely hanging on and the extra lock looks like it’s been ripped from its spot.
“What the actual fuck!” she says again.
I quickly put my hand over her mouth and shake my head at her.
“Stay here for a second. I’ll quickly check and make sure there’s no one still in there. Okay?” I whisper to her.
She nods vaguely and looks angry. If I wasn’t slightly panicking right now, I’d say she looked pretty cute. She always looks cute when she’s mad.
I walk over to her door and quickly look back to make sure she stayed by the stairs. She’s got her hands by her sides, clenching into fists that could probably do more damage to herself than anyone else; she looks too fragile.
I nudge the door open further with my foot and slowly peek in to her apartment; annoyed that I don’t have some sort of weapon. The place looks pretty trashed, but from quick glance, nothing major looks like it’s missing, and the place looks void of any unwanted intruders.
Her DVDs are scattered on the floor in front of the TV, with a few out of their cases. Her art books are still spread out on the coffee table, but are open wide with a few pages visible. I notice there’s a drawing of someone that on second glance I notice is me. If I weren’t pissed off at the mess that is now her apartment, or freaking out as to why it’s actually like this, then I might have been more flattered.
I hear her footsteps behind me and a crunch of one of the DVD cases when she steps on it.
“Shit…”
I turn and see her scowling at the mess of her apartment. In all honesty she doesn’t even look scared, she still just looks mad.
“Does anything look like its missing?” I ask to try and get her talking and see her reaction to all this.
“No…fuck…I don’t know” is her only reply; yep, definitely mad. I can’t help but laugh a little and she shoots me a quick annoyed look.
“Sorry, I know this isn’t funny, but I swear you have the mouth of a sailor” I joke. She stares at me even harder before looking down at her coffee table.
I see the blush creep up and colour her cheeks before she quickly scrapes up the loose pages and shoves all her drawing books together, then shoves them in the closest drawer.
I start to pull out my phone to dial the police, her mum, I don’t even know who but I need to tell someone; this obviously wasn’t a random break in.
“No!” she practically yells at me and grabs my phone out of my hands.
“What are you doing?” I complain.
“You can’t tell anyone. They have eyes and ears everywhere” she says to me and slides my phone in her pocket.
I quirk my eyebrow up at her and realise it
“Can’t I cook breakfast without there having to be a good reason?” she asks defensively.
“Well…I mean...no offence but you never cook and usually if you do, the smoke alarm goes off” I say and quickly dodge a smack from her.
“I’m not that bad!” she complains.
“Yeah okay, you’re not that bad. This is actually pretty good” I say before shoving more food in my mouth.
After that we’re silent, eating our breakfast with the occasional groan of satisfaction.
Once we load the dishes into the dishwasher and I help her clean the mess she made in the kitchen, there was nothing left to do but give her the spare keys I have to her apartment.
“I’ll come with you, save you running back up here to bring back the keys” I say casually.
“Thanks again, for you know…letting me stay here. You really didn’t have to give up your bed either.”
“Yeah that couch was a pain in my ass…literally” I say and smile as she laughs.
We make our way out the apartment and head to the stairs. She’s a few steps ahead of me and suddenly she pauses at the bottom of the steps, making me run straight into her.
“What the hell Charli?” I start to complain as she says, “What. The. fuck!?”
I follow her gaze and see her apartment door slightly ajar. The handle is barely hanging on and the extra lock looks like it’s been ripped from its spot.
“What the actual fuck!” she says again.
I quickly put my hand over her mouth and shake my head at her.
“Stay here for a second. I’ll quickly check and make sure there’s no one still in there. Okay?” I whisper to her.
She nods vaguely and looks angry. If I wasn’t slightly panicking right now, I’d say she looked pretty cute. She always looks cute when she’s mad.
I walk over to her door and quickly look back to make sure she stayed by the stairs. She’s got her hands by her sides, clenching into fists that could probably do more damage to herself than anyone else; she looks too fragile.
I nudge the door open further with my foot and slowly peek in to her apartment; annoyed that I don’t have some sort of weapon. The place looks pretty trashed, but from quick glance, nothing major looks like it’s missing, and the place looks void of any unwanted intruders.
Her DVDs are scattered on the floor in front of the TV, with a few out of their cases. Her art books are still spread out on the coffee table, but are open wide with a few pages visible. I notice there’s a drawing of someone that on second glance I notice is me. If I weren’t pissed off at the mess that is now her apartment, or freaking out as to why it’s actually like this, then I might have been more flattered.
I hear her footsteps behind me and a crunch of one of the DVD cases when she steps on it.
“Shit…”
I turn and see her scowling at the mess of her apartment. In all honesty she doesn’t even look scared, she still just looks mad.
“Does anything look like its missing?” I ask to try and get her talking and see her reaction to all this.
“No…fuck…I don’t know” is her only reply; yep, definitely mad. I can’t help but laugh a little and she shoots me a quick annoyed look.
“Sorry, I know this isn’t funny, but I swear you have the mouth of a sailor” I joke. She stares at me even harder before looking down at her coffee table.
I see the blush creep up and colour her cheeks before she quickly scrapes up the loose pages and shoves all her drawing books together, then shoves them in the closest drawer.
I start to pull out my phone to dial the police, her mum, I don’t even know who but I need to tell someone; this obviously wasn’t a random break in.
“No!” she practically yells at me and grabs my phone out of my hands.
“What are you doing?” I complain.
“You can’t tell anyone. They have eyes and ears everywhere” she says to me and slides my phone in her pocket.
I quirk my eyebrow up at her and realise it
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