45• You Might Just Be My New Favorite Bitch
IT was 3 days after the New Year's Eve festival in Newport and still, I couldn't shake the sight of my brother making out with Alexander from my mind. Tyler also hadn't come home yet, which my parents were not too happy about, though they were trying to be supportive and understanding. They knew he was going through something, they just didn't know what.
Now, I was pretty sure I knew what he was going through. And as much as I wanted to tell my parents and ask them if they knew anything, I decided to keep it to myself. I was already in a bad spot with Tyler, and if I told our parents about what I saw, I might end up in an even deeper hole of shit when it comes to our relationship.
For the time being, to keep my worries and conflictions about Ty at ease, coffee and waffles were the answer.
"Chocolate chips, blueberries, or cinnamon?" Jesse asked while I stirred sugar into my coffee, sitting at my kitchen counter.
"CHOCOLATE!" Ethan yelled from the living room. He was in the middle of playing a video game he got for Christmas, Detroit Become Human.
"I second that," I said.
Jesse nodded and started throwing chocolate chips into the waffle maker with the batter. "Hey, E, where you at in that game?"
"I'm playing as Connor right now and trying to piece together this crime scene," Ethan said. "This is the BEST game I've ever played!"
"Better than Fortnite?" I asked.
"WAY BETTER!" Ethan exclaimed. "I wish Tyler were here to watch and play with me. He bought me the game, but it's okay. As long as Campbell watches and feeds me chocolate chip waffles. With approximately 70 percent chocolate and 40 percent waffle."
"That equals 110 percent," Jesse said.
"Exactly. I like my waffles at 110 percent," Ethan said.
"My man," Jesse said, opening the waffle maker and pulling the cooked waffle out. "I think this one will suffice." Jesse set the waffle on a plate and sprinkled it with powdered sugar before walking it over to Ethan.
"This. Is. Perfect."
"I try, I try." Jesse patted Ethan's shoulder and then walked back over to the kitchen to continue making waffles.
My parents were out on a grocery run and Jesse offered to come over to make breakfast. He brought me coffee from Starbucks along with my favorite butterscotch creamer, knowing I would make more coffee in the end. He knew that I was upset over the Tyler situation and that I felt bad. I was beyond thankful to spend most of this week with Jesse, Celeste, and my family before heading back to school on Monday in just a few days. I was praying that Tyler would come home before then.
For now, Jesse brought me my own waffle, kissed my cheek, and sat beside me with his own waffle. I dug in. I was starving. It was past 10 in the morning and my stomach was grumbling like a thunderstorm.
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