Complicated

The Morning After

"They were all drunk so they're probably all wanting to sleep in. The guys don't wake up early on a good day."

"Then I would say that we are completely alone."

His breath caught. I smiled and settled back in his arms.

"I really hate to leave this bed, but,"

"So don't."

"But I'm hungry."

I took a deep breath, and noticed how empty my stomach felt. "I can make us breakfast."

"How about we go out?"

"For breakfast?"

"It beats waking everyone up. We can even bring them back something." He said. When he put it like that it made sense.

"But doesn't that seem too much like a..."

"Date?" He finished for me.

"Yeah. That."

"It's just breakfast," he said, but even he didn't seem convinced.

This was the second horrible idea that he'd had in less than 12 hours. I pulled out of his arms and forced myself to get out of the bed.

"Why'd you leave?" He asked, sounding sad.

"I am getting dressed so we can go get breakfast." I said.

I grabbed jeans and a black shirt from my closet. Then headed into my bathroom and quickly changed. I took my time washing my face and brushing my hair before going back out to my bedroom. My stomach was in knots. I always felt like Bobby had worked hard to avoid me. Him wanting to spend time with me was unsettling.

I swept my eyes around the room, Bobby wasn't there anymore. My heart sank. Logic told me that he just went to put his shoes on, but my head said that he just left.

I slid on shoes anyway and jumped when the door opened. Bobby leaned in, "Are you ready?"

I nodded and tried to steady my racing heart. He stretched out his hand. I took it. We walked, hand in hand, downstairs where I quietly grabbed my bag and keys. Damian was snoring on the couch. I bit my lip to keep from giggling at how funny he looked hanging off my couch. Next time, I would have someone shorter to sleep on the couch.

Bobby and I made it to my car and breathed a sigh of relief. We'd made it out without anyone waking up. It felt like he and I had constructed walls around us where we could pretend that we were possible. But these walls were on shaking ground, temporary at best. One word from our friends would break them down in seconds.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked. It was 6:17 now. The sun was starting to shine through in the east, but it was still mostly dark. Most places would be open by now, I think. I never went out for breakfast.

"There's a diner not far from here that's really good. Is that okay with you?"

I nodded and backed out of my driveway. I didn't really care where we went. I was still too shocked that Bobby was still with me. I expected him to run the first chance he got. I was happy to be with him, but I was waiting for it to all fall apart. It always seemed to fall apart where Bobby and I were concerned.

Bobby gave me directions as I drove. The diner wasn't very far from my house, which made me wonder why I never realized it was there. It was small. There was a bar that stretched the length of the dining room with about eight stools. There were four booths, each sitting in front of a window. The waitress behind the bar smiled at us as we took seats across from one another at one of the back booths. We were the only people in the place so she came over immediately with a pot of coffee and two mugs.