Hell's Prince To Be

A Week With Aura. Part II.

"Hey! Hey! We are a hurricane! Drop our anchors in a storm. Hey! They will never be the same, A fire in a flask to keep us warm. Cause they know, I know That they don't look like me. Oh, they know, I know That they don't sound like me."

I wake up to find Aura still sleeping. I look at her, glad she's still here. I sit there looking at her, resting my chin on her collar bone and lay there for a few minutes till she wakes up. I smile at her and adjusts my arm, still around her.
"How'd you sleep?" I ask hesitantly moving my head slightly, then resting it back on her collar bone and looking up at her.
She raises an eyebrow. "Enjoying yourself? That position is rather...close."
I laugh and smirks in response.
Rolling her eyes she mutters, "I slept fine."
I nod. "Any dreams?"
She shakes her head. "Nothing," lies. "And you?"
"Why are you lying?" I ask.
She frowned. "How do you know I was lying?"
I shrug, "Your eyes dilated. Eyes only dilate when either lying or feeling a strong emotion, so..."
She rolled hereyes.
"I did..."
"About?"
She shakes her head. "You just need to know that you were in it."
I roll my eyes again, "Whatever,"
I smile. "You sure do do that a lot," I say, sitting up and looking down at her.
She raises an eyebrow. "I do what a lot?"
"That thing. You roll your eyes and say whatever. All the time."
She laughs slightly. "Only when you're around. I rarely do it with anyone else,"
I smile a bit and looked down, shaking my head. There was a loud growl.
She laughed loudly. "Was that your stomach?!"
I smiled and nod. "I'm starved."
She sighed and got up. "Come on," I said, turning and crossing my arms, facing her.
I nod and get up, looking at her. She had on short Nike shorts and a red tank top. Her long red hair was a mess, but somehow I looked beautiful.
"You... uh, your hair looks... horrific."
She laughed and shoved me playfully towards the door. "And yours looks like a rat mad a nest, crawled into it and had babies then died." She smirked, tugging a small strand of my hair.
I roll my eyes and laugh a little, walking out of my room and to the kitchen with her. She sits up on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth.
"Gonna eat today?" I ask her. She shakes her head and I groaned. "Why don't you eat?!"
She shrug. "I just don't," She responded.
I sighed and pull out a pan and set it on the stove, turning it on and going to the fridge, pulling out a carton of eggs. I crack two eggs into the pan and started scrambling them after tossing the empty shells in the garbage. "So . . . When you do decide to eat, do you eat eggs?" I ask, my eyes focused on the eggs in the pan.
She shakes her head. "Nuh-uh. The texture is weird. And the taste."
I laugh a little and shake my head. After a minute or so I grab a plate and moved them from the pan to the plate. "When was the last time you tried them?" I question with a small smile, getting a fork.
"Um . . ." She pauses and thinks. "A few years ago."
I nod and took a bite of the eggs, walking towards me as I sat up on the counter. He was still an inch taller. "Well . . ." I said, taking another bite and pointing the fork at her, "You, my friend, should try them again." I looked up at her with a small smirk, then scooped some egg up onto his fork. "Here comes the air plane," I say while laughing, as if she's a child.
She glares at him and crosses her arms. "I'm not eating it."
"I'm not asking you to. I'm making you,"
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Fine . . ."
"Thank y-"
I shove the fork in her mouth.
Sadly, the sink was right next to her. Aura turned to my right and spit out the eggs I had just force-fed her. I was laughing. She glared at me. I smiled. "So what should we do today?" I ask.
"Nuh-uh," She said, crossing her arms and shaking her head. "You shoved eggs in my mouth. The least you could do is choose what we're doing."
I sigh and nod. "Fair enough. We haven't gone swimming in a few days . . . To the lake?"
She laughed. "You really like seeing me in a bathing suit don't you?"
"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't," I smirked. Alright, maybe I do, she's a beautiful teenage girl and I'm a very straight teenage(ish) boy. Who can blame me for trying to get a chance to see a girl in a bathing suit.
She rolled her eyes and shoved me playfully, "Whatever. Now get out of my way so I can change."
I laughed a bit and stepped aside, allowing her to slide off of the kitchen counter. She walked out of the kitchen and hops across the hall to the bathroom and uses some of that amazing godly magic of hers and returns, her pajamas switched out for a bathing suit.