Unexpected

16 | We'll Find Him

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"Hey wakeup sleepyhead!" I said as I knocked on Nate's door. It seemed like he had no idea what the time is already and it's 11 in the morning.

I banged on his door harder and screamed "WAKE UP!"

I heard a bang and a loud grunt and I can't help but grimace. Well, at least he's awake.

"Ow," I heard him say before hearing his footsteps walking towards the door where my ear was glued on.

"What?!" he asked when he opened the door. He was only wearing his pajama bottoms and his hair was a mess.

"We have to go to the beach remember?" I said.

He grunted and rolled his eyes. "Can't you wake me up in a less violent manner?"

"And how would I do that? You sleep like the dead," I said which made him glare at me.

"It's only because I was tired okay?" he grumbled while scratching his head.

"Fine, Mr. Grumpy Pants," I said and walked to my room where my bag for our trip to the beach awaits.

I packed all the stuff that I needed and brought it to the car. On my way up, I admired all the paintings that decorated the walls. I've always loved looking at paintings when I was a kid. My dream back then was to become a painter but my skills weren't really for painting.

I decided to check on Nate to see if he hadn't gone back to sleep. I entered his room and heard him singing inside the bathroom. Wow, he can sing.

I laid on his bed for a few minutes before I heard him turn off the shower and step out wearing a pair of pants while drying his hair with a towel.

He was still singing but softly this time so I decided to clear my throat. He was surprised to see me that he slipped on the droplets of water he left behind. If he hadn't steadied himself, he might have dropped on the floor.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, looking really flustered.

"Hmmm, let's see," I trailed off as I counted my fingers while whispering softly to myself. "A while."

My smile must have been splitting my face right now because he looked so nervous. I wanted to laugh really hard but I wanted to savor this first.

"Did you uhmm..," he started to say as he looked at his feet. "Did you hear anything?"

"Oh, I heard a lot," I said with a smirk on my face.

"Dear God, tell me you did not hear me sing inside the shower," he said with pleading eyes.

"Can't," I replied. "Cause I did."

"Oh my goodness," he said and sat on the bed beside me with an embarrassed smile on his face.

The look on his face did was so funny making me laugh so hard that I couldn't breathe properly.

"Why are you getting worked up on this so badly?" I asked. "You're really great at singing."

"Really?" he said with a smile. He looked really surprised as if he didn't believe it.

"Yep," I said. "How can you not know that?"

"Probably because one of my ex-girlfriends dumped me because she claimed that I couldn't sing," he admitted. "Well, in my defense she was a professional singer and had loads of summers to train. Also, she was a bit of a perfectionist."