cellular sentiment ꨄ ceedee lamb

ꨄ iii

it wasnt like you hadnt thought about him in this light before- you did that quite often actually. maybe it was the fact that he wad there in the flesh that made the idea harder to shake.

of course. he'll leave and the feelings wont be long to follow.

you smiled at the realization but there was still a feeling of uncertainty playing in the pit of your stomach. you chose to ignore it and get prepared for your day.

you did your usual morning rountine of brushing your teeth, slathering vaseline on your face and doing your hair which merely consisted of doing your edges and deciding if you wanted to wear a middle or side part today.

you replaced your towel with your robe and walked out of the bathroom.

"well dont you look refreshed." he said smirk plastered across his face making your stomach drop.

did he hear me? fuck, no way he heard me.

"cant go teach the adults of tomorrow and not be." you said voice almost breaking and showing your nervousness.

he said nothing just stared at you & you immediately got hot. "what?" you quiz turning to your closet as you begin searching for an outfit.

"oh nothing," he mutters and you know he's still smirking. "just found your dirty little secret."

you whip around to look at him, "what?!"you all but yell and he laughs pulling his jersey from under your pillows. the signed jersey he had sent you randomly that smelled exactly like him when you received it.

a sigh of relief escaped your lips, "oh, that wasnt no secret." you laugh and turn back around pulling out a green sweater and and khaki jeans.

"i thought you said it wasnt for you." he laughed.

"hmm i dont recall. wrong bitch." you retorted and he suddenly wasnt laughing anymore causing you to laugh harder.

"man dont say that shit, aint no other girl."he said tone suddenly serious. you roll your eyes and grab a pair of underwear out of your dresser sliding them on under the robe.

"right, well can you close your eyes or put a pillow over your head i need to change. you know some of us real people have to make a barely livable wage." you sass and he is now rolling his eyes.

"ill do you one better." he snaps and gets up going into the bathroom. you hurriedly remove the robe and throw on a bralette followed by the shirt and finally the pants.
as you carefully tuck the shirt in you hear the toilet flush followed by the sink turning on.

"you can come out, im decent." you call to him pulling on a pair of socks.

he comes out smile beaming and you cant help but mock him, "well dont you look refreshed."

he just shrugs at your words and begins making your bed. "thank you." you smile sliding on your signature birkenstock clogs.

"of course, of course."

"you want something to eat? i dont have long but i can whip you something up really quick."you call back to him.

"no thanks its fine ill just eat at the facility." he calls back and you roll your eyes. you check your watch, 5:47am, you have time and decide to make him a breakfast sandwich.

you turn the stove on high and throw a pan on it. you crack two eggs one for each of you seasoning them with red pepper flakes and then grab two slices of bacon throwing it on the same pan as well. as they are frying you throw two bagles in the toaster and wait. you grab your tote off the counter and check to be sure you have your ipad and such.