All The Odds

Twenty-one

//...cuz there'll be no sunlight, if I lose you baby. There'll be no clear skies, if I lose you baby. Just like the clouds my eyes would do the same; if you walk away, everyday it will rain...// Bruno Mars

Waking up alone felt so strange, go figure.

Just like the previous days, Iverson reached across the bed the moment he stirred awake, ready to cuddle up with her warm body and feel that birds-nest hair of hers tickle his face and give him his morning dose of faint apple scent, like it used to. Instead he was met with an empty space that made his eyes snapped open as he became grudgingly aware of his surroundings.

He had woken on the right side of the wrong bed again.

"Blue." He murmured, his hand unconsciously slipping into his brief to stroke his waking glory. Two days had passed and that stubborn woman hasn't caved and admitted missing him yet. Was she even?

He threw his legs to the side of the bed and brought himself to a sitting position, his eyes immediately landing on his broken guitar resting on the bare wall across from him, along with his unopened suitcase.

He gritted his teeth, the sight of that guitar especially still cause a deep ache in his chest, she knew exactly where to kick him to hurt like a fancy plate of hell. Yet it didn't make them even.

Was she aware she broke a large portion of his happiness when she went after his most cherished possession?

He shook his head sadly and rose, he should get his àss on the road if he want to make it to school in time for his exams. He has a three hours journey to cover and that wasn't any professor's cup of tea.

He used the princely bathroom adjourning his...the bedroom he was staying, to get ready for school. The place didn't feel like his, he was like a guest in there even though by law, the house was rightfully his.

It was another reason he hadn't touch or move anything out of place, silly perhaps but his father's ghost lurked around the house. Iverson felt it and could almost imagine his ghostly smile of approval whenever he walked past the hallways.

The man was most certainly pleased with Iverson's current residence and yes, Iverson wanted him to enjoy it as much as he can because as soon as Blue calls him back, he'd be happy to pick his bag where it sat and never look back again.

He grabbed his laptop and other stuffs he needed, checking the time on his phone as he headed out, he cringed at the unholy hour he had to wake up and hit the road to avoid getting late.

Back at Dan's place, he'd still be in bed with enough time to snuggle with Blue before going for a run. And as if to mock his lack of exercise thought, a mouth watering smell of sizzling bacon reached his nose and lured his legs towards the kitchen instead of the exist.

If care wasn't taken, he'd be the one in a terrible shape by the time the day of the photo shoot rolled by. Valeria had made it her life mission to spoil him rotten with sinfully delicious and simply irresistible breakfasts since he moved in.

He came to a stop at the entrance of the kitchen and watched the girl standing on her toes, swerving her hips from side to side in an almost mesmerising manner in front of the cooker. She wore a pink, loose cropped top and a cobra skin leggings that emphasised her hour glass shape. Her midnight coloured hair, longer than Blue's flew freely all the way to her bare waist.

She has really long and shapely legs. Iverson observed as he cleared his throat to make his presence known and she spurn around, startled.

"Hi, didn't see you there." She said in a high pitched tone, giving him a smile Iverson suspected was sly, before going back to twisting her waist and stirring the bacon in the pan.