Breakable Heaven

Chapter 2

I slowly bat my eyes open as the sun peers through the curtains of my Tribeca apartment. Instinctively, I groan and roll back over but the smell of bacon fills my nose, instantly reminding me that Karlie had spent the night. I smile and shake my head to myself knowing that the model was incapable of just being here. She was always helping cook or clean and overall always being the nicest human possible.

I slowly roll out of bed, put my glasses on and grab my phone. 8:32 am. I'll never understand how I befriended such an early bird when I'm so clearly the opposite, although I'm glad I did. Karlie's friendship is good for me in more ways than one. I throw my messy hair into a ponytail before brushing my teeth and heading out to meet Karlie.

"Good morning sunshine," Karlie sings as I enter into the kitchen. The model is happily cooking bacon and eggs on a skillet while swaying to the Fleetwood Mac that softly plays through her phone speakers. 

"You clean and cook? Where have you been all my life?" I tease as I take a seat at the island, crossing my arms on the top and leaning my chin down. Karlie whips around from her spot at the stovetop and gives me a lighthearted glare. Her green eyes meet my blue ones as I give her a teasing stare back. 

"I know you can't resist me, but try harder," she says with a sexy smolder, and I can't help but try to conceal the belly laugh I instinctively make. 

"You wish," I mumble jokingly, and she rolls her eyes. "Also, how are you so energetic this early in the morning? It feels illegal," I point out, standing up and making my way closer to the model so that I can make my morning coffee. 

"Now that I have no sex life I go to sleep at like 8 pm. I feel like an 80-year-old," Karlie jokes as she flips the eggs on the skillet. I chuckle to myself and lean on the cabinet beside her, waiting for my Keurig to brew coffee.

"Do you ever think, 'god, why doesn't she just break up with him?'" Karlie asks me. I look over at her in surprise, our eyes meeting right away. Although she asked the question in a lighthearted tone, I can see the insecurity all over the model's face. I mean, of course. Of course, I've wanted her to break up with him. From the first time I saw her cry over him I've wanted her to break up with him. No one deserves that, especially Karlie. 

"I mean- yea. Sometimes. Kar, you know I'm not his biggest fan," I point out, trying my best to tread lightly on the topic that I know is uber-sensitive to the model. 

"Yeah, I know. I know that. I guess I just feel bad complaining about the same stuff over and over. You must wanna strangle me," she says with a shallow chuckle as she pauses the music she had playing through her phone speakers and moves the eggs and bacon from the skillet onto plates. 

"Well, first of all, I don't want to choke you. What kind of friend would I be then? Do I look like a violent person? Is this how you see me?" I question dryly but quickly realize I'm veering off-track from our semi-serious conversation. Karlie giggles. "I don't wanna strangle you. I don't like him. I like you. I love you. You're my best friend. I'm behind you, whatever decision you make or don't make," I state, quietly mumbling a "fuck josh," after my little spiel. Our eyes meet once again, each of us sharing the same grin. 

"I think I just got a PR answer from Taylor Swift. Answering the question without really saying anything at all, hm?" Karlie teases. I roll my eyes as I take my coffee and move back to the island. Karlie follows behind, breakfast in hand. 

"What do you want me to say, hm? Break up with him right now? You're just trying to get me to let you move in, huh? Well, I'm sorry, but Meredith is super picky about roommates. You won't make the cut," I tease dryly. Karlie's mouth drops with a linger of a smile and she instinctively slaps my arm.