A New Type of Curve

Chapter Three

You know what I really disliked more than Silas stealing my favorite sweatshirt and hogging the bed? Getting phone calls too early in the morning. Especially when it's a spam call, and it's some person asking me if I wanted to publish a book I have no interest in writing. So when my phone went blaring at 6:30 sharp on a Saturday, let's just say, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. 

Actually, I wasn't on the bed at all, because Silas pushed me off the bed when I wouldn't answer the call.

I felt around for the phone on my nightstand, still sprawled on my rug from where my supposed best friend I had shoved me. I was half asleep, my eyes still shut tightly and unwilling to face the bright sun streaming through the balcony door. My fingers finally snagged on the edge of my phone case, and I answered it without looking at the caller ID.

"What." 

"Are you coming in this morning? You're late, and I got someone here who should meet you." I groaned at his voice and pulled the phone away to look at the time. Well, he was right, I was about thirty minutes late. I pulled the phone back to my ear. 

"Yeah, sorry Oli, late night. Silas was over." My uncle chuckled over the line. He was familiar with Silas's antics and his incapability to let a girl get her sleep. He jumped on my bed for about an hour after I made him food. It was two in the morning. 

"Well, get your ass over here." Oliver hung up the phone, and I tossed my cell across the room. Silas was still sound asleep, his snoring drowning out any singing the birds may have been orchestrating outside. 

"Arrgghhh." I pulled my body into a much needed stretch while on the floor, still too sleepy to think about getting up. Not that I had much of a choice. I sighed and stood up, not bothering to take a shower when I was just going to sweat any nice smells off in a few. 

I flipped on my bathroom light and looked into the mirror. I snorted. My black hair was a mess of curls, and my grey eyes were highlighted by pretty hues of purple from the lack of sleep. 

"Well, aren't you a looker." I smirked at myself in the mirror before getting ready. It didn't take long. I brushed my hair and threw it up into a high bun. Then I washed the sleep off my face and brushed the foul smell out of my mouth. 

I got dressed in tight black leggings, a grey crop top hoodie, sneakers, and snatched up my phone from where I had discarded it. I looked at Silas who was smack in the middle of my bed, the sheets tangled around his legs. He was like a heater in the night, which meant he graced me with the view of him only in boxers.

Not that I minded. 

I stood there for a second, staring at his toned stomach in appreciation. Sports did the man good. Real good. Thank you, hours of football practice. 

I turned away and left my room, making sure not to wake up sleeping beauty. Knowing Silas, he would probably still be asleep by the time I got back. The guy was a heavy ass sleeper.

"Morning mamas." I found my mom and Elide in the kitchen as they made breakfast. My mom looked up from the stove, a smile on her face. My mom was gorgeous. She was a little bigger than me, and a lot taller. She had the curves of a goddess, and she knew it. I think that's why Elide loved her so much, she was not only kind - but confident in herself. It was really a good attribute to have.

Elide was sitting on the counter like she was 15 instead of 42. She was dressed in her pajamas, her brown hair thrown up into a ponytail.

"Morning baby, off to work?" Elide called to me, her throaty morning voice loud over the sound of bacon sizzling.

"Yup, save me some food?" I walked over to my mom and planted a kiss on her cheek, and she patted my shoulder in return. I gave Elide a kiss on the cheek too to which I got a hair ruffle.