Sweetly Yours

Chapter Fourteen; Sweetly Superb

Author's Note; LOL at the picture on the side. xD Hope you enjoy this chapter! 

Sweetly Yours

Chapter Fourteen; Sweetly Superb

The rest of the day passed by in a carefree, light manner, content and calm. After Elf, Jamie, Kye and I just watched telly, chilled out and relaxed.

No mentions of a certain snapping episode, no mentions of a certain boy storming out of the kitchen in a flounce, no awkward silences, forced conversations, or unwanted eye contact. It was a normal afternoon.

For the first time after coming to the Bright household, I’d managed to successfully pull off a normal episode for the afternoon. Despite how much it seemed too good to be true, it was indeed, extremely and utterly true. Oh, trust me, I’d pinched myself so many times throughout the afternoon, my arm felt like it would be black and blue with blotchy bruises by tomorrow.

For dinner, Mrs Bright had cooked an absolutely delicious meal of fish drizzled in a parsley sauce, and I had to hand it to her, she was a superb cook. She should have become a chef, instead of owning a sweet shop, honestly.

With full, practically bulging bellies, Jamie, Kye and I had returned to the telly, flopping down onto the sofa, both minds and stomachs satisfied. As soon as Kye hit the sofa, his eyes closed and within seconds his breaths were slow and steady—he was fast asleep.

This left both Jamie and I sitting on the sofa with a soundly fast asleep, heavily breathing Kye in between us—talk about awkward, much?

Oh, well there goes that scrap of normal.

A silence fell over us, and I wracked my brain to find a conversation starter, only to come up blank. Apparently, Jamie had the same problem, as we both fidgeted and noticeably avoided catching each other’s eyes.

Everything had been perfectly fine between Jamie and I when Kye was around—or I guess, when Kye was awake and around—as he had provided the fuel for the fire; the conversation starters, the jokes, the laughter, and the careless, light attitude that had shined down over the three of us all afternoon.

Now, it was silent, awkward, and pathetic.

Yes, pathetic, because, for some unknown, baffling reason, whenever it was just Jamie and I, things were either absolutely superb, or absolutely, stupidly, pathetically awkward.

And I was determined to change that.

“This needs to stop,” I broke through the silence indignantly, holding my head high and meeting Jamie’s murky green eyes straight on, “this shouldn’t happen. We’re either on a high or on a low, when it’s just us two alone. And I want to know why.”

Jamie let out a long, deep sigh. “I’d like to find out the answer to that, too. I . . . I honestly don’t know,” he raked a hand through his hair, something I had observed he did when he was nervous or unsure, “I guess I just get so confused when I’m around you, I don’t know how to act, it’s like—” He stopped himself short, shaking his head.

“I don’t know either,” I replied softly, “I mean, I’ve always been on the shy side, but somehow, with you, I’m either really confident, or really shy. I just wish that I could be normal around you, you know? I don’t understand. I’ve never . . .” I took a slow, calming breath, “I’ve never, well, felt like this before. I’m confused constantly, shy but confident, unnaturally awkward, anxious, worried, shocked, nervous, but at the same time, I’m happy.” I laughed, borderline hysterical. “I don’t know what any of this means, Jamie!” I threw my hands up and into the air out of sheer frustration.