My Boyfriend Is A Geek ✔️

44: Love, oh love

                                    ***Hawk***

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I squinted to the harsh rays of the morning sun. Eyes still closed, I did my morning routine – I let out a lion-like yawn, stretched like a cobra, and then cracked my bones like a…

Which animal cracked its bones again? But wait, why were my morning traits animal-like?

I guess I'd just have to add that to my list of things I could never understand – the same way I did with the one about why guys preferred bro hugs over bear hugs. I mean, I could never really understand why we couldn’t just swoop in for one big ole bear hug, and instead had to settle for some weird, side hug thingy – which according to Brooke, was cool.

“Hey, Sunshine,” suddenly flowed smoothly through my ears. 

Wow, would you look at that? Just the thought of Brooke, was enough for her voice to come ringing so clearly through my mind – so much so, that you’d think she was right beside me. 

Hold up…

Sure enough, I immediately turned to my side, only to be faced with…oh my god! Surprised, I found myself backing up a little incase this was just a crazy hallucination – something I was quick to learn might have been a wrong move on my part.

Yeah, let’s just say I might have backed up a little too much. Hence, my falling off the bed, and landing butt first on the floor – all of which might have actually been remotely cool but for the fact that I also hit my head on the lampstand in the process.

Just another day in the wonderful universe of Hawk.

The soft echoes of laughter, however, were soon to snap me out of my sarcastic thoughts. And looking up at the bed from my position on the floor, which was surprisingly comfortable by the way, I was faced with the same sight. However, my disbelief wasn’t any different.

“Brooke?” I echoed, still unsure as to whether my eyes were playing tricks on me. 

But it was confirmed that they weren’t, seeing as she was still there, lying on her side, with one hand supporting her head as she stared back at me, lips set in a sleek smile – a big difference from the blinky-eyed, gaping mouth thing I had going on.

Get your shit together and act cool, Hawk.

And with that mental pep talk, I said the first thing that came to mind. “You have a great morning face.”

You are so lame, Hawk Gary Moose.

‘Oh, shut up, brain! You should be used to being embarrassed for me by now, so stop complaining.’

Great! I’d started having conversations with my brain again. What more could I ask for?

Note the sarcasm.

But in my defense though, it's not every day I woke up to a girl like Brooke on my bed, or to any girl, honestly. What was happening?

And that was when it hit me. Memories from last night came rushing through my mind, and weirdly, I found myself grinning foolishly inside – well, not at the part where Brooke broke down about her mom, because that'd be a douchebag-ish kind of thing to do.

I was referring to the part where…

“Is this your game?” She was now asking, breaking off the rest of my weird thoughts. “Get innocent girls in your bed and then try wooing them with sweet talk in the morning?”