"Showered with moonlight."
B.
I woke up on my stomach with a heavy arm draped on my back.
I guess avoiding people can be tiring.
I pushed myself up with my hands as the owner of the arm wakes up.
It's B.
He paid for my wifi once, I'm forever grateful, but other than that, nothing.
It seems like he's my new buddy.
"Do you want something to eat?"
"Sure."
He climbs out of bed and puts on his glasses, not before fixing his hair.
I glance around the room and as expected, teens everywhere.
"Follow me," he beamed with a killer smile.
He leads me to the kitchen and immediately starts pulling things out of the cabinets.
'Oh shit waddup, this is his house?'
"So, how do you know where everything is? Do you cook often?"
"I pick up the apron once in a while, gotta impress girls with my blueberry pancakes. I hope you like blueberries."
"Gotta say, I'm a fan."
So this is his house.
His party.
A plate of pancakes is slid in front of me. Eventually.
"Enjoy," again with that smile.
I took a bite, expecting god-made, brunch restaurant level goodness but is greeted by below average, my-blind-grandpa-woulda-done-better level blandness.
"I'm impressed, the best pancakes I've had in a while," I tried my best to put on a convincing smile.
"You're such a bad liar."
YOU ARE READING
M.
General Fictionjust to document a nonexistent relationship. very uncool. very unexciting. maybe fantasy. maybe not all about you. might be crazy. might be about you.
