Sing!

Chapter 8 part 2

Alba Moa Lomari

The next morning, I woke up early and jogged over to Gin’s. Panting, my face an attractive shade of cherry-red. I am thinking, what a beautiful sight I will be to Gin, when Brook opens the door. Brook?! Why on God’s Earth was she at Gin’s house? A thousand million terrible thoughts storm through my brain. Oh, please not Gin and Brook! Brook wouldn’t... and my Gin??

Leaving the door ajar, Brook turned around silently and walked back inside. I stumbled in after her, expecting the very worst.

Gin was sitting at the breakfast table, holding a cup of coffee, shirtless in his track bottoms.

Slumping into a nearby chair – as far away from Gin as possible – I collapsed on the table, pressing my forehead against the cool stone surface. What in the world was happening here?!

“Hey Alba, what’s wrong? Do you have any problems I can help you solve too? Because it seems like I have become the local psychologist...” Dragging my head up again, I catch Gin throwing a very pointed look at Brook.

“Welcome to the world of people who have friends. You know, that’s what friends usually do: they help when there’s a problem. And not to mention that mine is a pretty big problem, my dear, beloved Gin,” Brook replied haughtily, snatching Gin’s empty cup from him and throwing it in the sink.

My face still turned to the table. Suddenly I felt two powerful arms grabbing me, pulling me out of the chair and I ended up lying in Gin’s arms, just a breath away from his face. I tried to resist weakly, but he just tightened his grip and smiled that unresistable cheeky half-smile of his, pulling up one corner of his mouth into an impossibly beautiful smirk. And shit, I didn’t even know when I first started noticing all of this. I was done for. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth of his chest seep into me and his steady breaths brush my face.

We walked through to the living room and Gin threw me down into the sofa, sitting right

next to me and leaning down towards me.

"You are the sexiest red tomato I have ever seen...” he whispered, his eyes gleaming in the most unimaginable dark shade of green.

This was enough for me though.

Jumping out from under him and hitting him with the largest, hardest cushion I could find, I shouted, “You son of a tomato vomiting cat, broccoli shitting dog, venom spitting rat, spinach...” I was interrupted by a cushion flying my way, hitting me right in my face.

“You have a sick little mind, Alba! I never knew all this was going on in there!” Gin laughed, trying to wrestle me back on the sofa.

“Guys, I really enjoy your little love-show, but I kinda need a solution to my problem ASAP.” Brook grinned, leaning onto the doorframe of the living room. Gin and I froze, me holding a cushion right above his head, him having somehow managed to tackle me onto the floor.

Going back into the kitchen, Brook explained a few things to me, that a) she really, really needed some kind of job to even just feed her family and b) she had not, as I had feared, slept at/with Gin’s. Feeling stupid to have even thought so, I gave her a huge and happy hug. She instinctively wanted to push me away, but then she relaxed and lightly hugged me back. This made me wonder if she knew how to hug and if  anyone had ever hugged her properly before.