It's Complicated

It's Complicated: 18

===Tala's Point of View===

He snakes his arm around my waist for the fourth time in a few minutes and I finally turn on him, pointing my spatula right in his face. Bo backs up a few steps and holds up his hands in surrender.

"Didn't I tell you to stop touching me?" I plant my free hand on my hip and raise an eyebrow in question.

"I can't help myself-"

"Call me babe and I swear I'll spit in your pancakes." If I decide to make him any. If I don't and he wants it, he can make it himself. Bo's face changes to one of disgust and I give him a short nod. "Thought so." I turn back to the stove and put the majority of my weight on my right leg.

Sadly, it's only been about a week and I can't take sitting around doing nothing anymore I've been cooped in this house for that whole period of time and I'm envious of the people going to school. I think when someone is actually looking forward to leaving their house to go to school, it prove that they're either a nerd or desperate to escape from somewhere. I'd fall under the second option.

Today, to prove I'm not completely worthless, I told Bo I was making pancakes and there's nothing he could do to stop me. Unfortunately, that doesn't mean he won't stop hovering behind me. I know he's my mate and all, but does he really have to be touching me all the time? Sure, the kiss we shared a  week ago was nice-no- great, but I'm not going to fall at his feet and do whatever he says. I am my own person. I decide what to do and what not to do, and I choose to make pancakes without a certain someone floating around me. It's like he's waiting for something to happen.

"Can't blame a guy for trying, but aren't you tired? You should sit down. The doc did say you should take it easy." I sigh, blowing a loose piece of hair from my face and counting to ten. Did I mention he hasn't left my side for more then five minutes? I literally had to have Jason and Barron drag him from the room and he somehow got away from them. I have had no time to myself and I cannot wait until this stupid cast comes off!

"I'm fine. Are you sure there's nothing you have to do today?" It's about ten in the morning and while the other household members are at work or school, I'm stuck at home... with Bo. Go figure.

I flip the current pancakes and as soon as I set my kitchen utensil down, Bo plucks me off the ground and sets me in the closest chair before I can protest.

"Hey?!" I complain, immediately trying to stand, but he keeps a hand firmly on my shoulder.

"Hey is for horses, but for now, I'll finish the food and you sit here and relax." He looks pretty smug and I school my features to look like I'm in pain.

"Ouch." He immediately kneels down in front of me, eyes wide and looking over my body to see what hurts. I grip my cast and frown. "I guess I should sit down. Will you get me some painkillers from my upstairs bathroom?" I blink and he's running out of the room. "Sucker." I mutter, hopping off of my seat and to the stove.

"What was that?" He shouts, causing his voice to echo through the house.

"I said my leg hurts! Hurry up!" I cover up a augh by coughing and scrape my breakfast onto a plate. Grabbing a fork, knife and the syrup, I literally start hopping off to the living room.

"Where in your cabinet is it?!"

"Should be the right side! Why are you taking so long?!" I smile smugly and prop my leg up on the coffee table on top of a pillow. I set my plate in my lap, using myself as a table, and start to dig in.

"I can't find the meds." I jump, hearing his voice almost directly behind me. I tilt my head back so it's resting on the back of the couch. Bo is standing directly behind me with his arms crossed over his chest.